Science Fiction & Fantasy

Distant thunder warned of an approaching storm as the wedding party strolled along the Danube. Budapest’s new National Theatre had indeed been a lavish affair.
“I like that Cyrano only ... [+]

Bag over my shoulder, I turn around once more at the threshold of the crevice: this cave was my last abode. Giving it up is hard, but I don't have time to feel sad: the tide of mist crawls at my ... [+]

My country is not gentle. My country is violent, turbulent, and wild — it's where the earth was born. The moors paved with lava, the waterfalls and rivers of giants, the volcanoes, geysers, and ... [+]

When Eliana returned to the Phoenix Hotel Yogyakarta that night, she imagined that her grandfather’s footsteps on the same floors, in the same hotel, after climbing the same mountain, would have... [+]

"Do you smell that?"

They all looked at each other. No one liked it when Lucien spoke up. Not since the last time. Paul discreetly elbowed his neighbor, urging him to do something. Albert... [+]

There was an old painting in my grandparents' attic. Neither beautiful nor ugly, it simply depicted an empty room with no figures, an old living room with an armchair, library, and fireplace. ... [+]

The stallion pounded the ground with its hooves in a wild gallop, its horsewoman leaning over its neck. With no saddle or bit, the mount flew free, its mane in the wind.
Nighttime enveloped the ... [+]

[Extract from the confession of a condemned man to his lawyer]

I have not always had this gift. The gift of being able to see ghosts. I was only able to see them after I had committed my first ... [+]

With his arm outstretched and his shoulders relaxed, he concentrates on the target. No rush. Shooting with a bow and arrow is a delicate art. He remembers the words of his trainer, “You have to ... [+]

Huffle walked heavily along. He had just had another argument with his father. Flamethrower was a big ruby dragon aged 625 and he could not stand the fact that his youngest son did not have a job.
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He walked along under a harsh sun that crushed him like a powerful fist. From time to time, a strong burning gust of hot wind made him stagger. Far off, little clouds followed each other in close ... [+]

After the summer of the piano on the cliff, after meeting Lena and the others, Marius had never really come back to us. In the following years, my brother detached himself, his face turned towards ... [+]