On an alternate planet called Ikolar, the Kingdom of Slahi rose after the destruction of Earth, where people had migrated to survive. Several years have passed, and now Ikolar itself is on the verge of destruction due to the long span of time its people have lived there. Dark shadowy forces led by a witch named Yuza, are pushing this destruction forward. Along with her, one of the nine sub realms of Slahi is trying to betray the world from within. Zia, an eighteen year old young girl and the third daughter of the chief of the Gorak Tribe, must stand against Yuza and defeat her once and for all to save the last habitable planet in the solar system. She is the only one upon whose birth a rare flower called Hwegi bloomed, giving the people of Ikolar hope that their world could still be saved. However, time is running out. The prophecy says that the moment Zia plucks the Hwegi flower, everyone will die, leaving only her alive. Each day the flower wilts little by little. Zia must save the Kingdom of Slahi and her Ikolar through every hardship before the flower fades completely. Complete destruction is near. Can Zia restore the destiny of all through her sacred birth? For she is the only Hope of the Fall after all.

Zanrok is an orc fresh out of college. He is welcomed home, but knows that as a bard, he'll never truly fit into his tribe filled with warriors, and thus leaves to travel Faerien in hopes to make a living. He makes a name for himself, and somehow not only manages to become a Court Jester at Hartbrueage Castle, but also stealing the heart of both His and Her Royal Majesty. But then the King is murdered, and the Queen is prime suspect. It is up to Zanrok to not only clear the Queens name, but also avenge the Kings death. Not an easy task for a simple bard.

Weimar Republic, 1932 Democracy is already on its deathbed when young Frenchman Yves Crèvecœur arrives in Magdeburg as an exchange teacher. Soon, however, the gothic halls of the Luisengymnasium reveal two sacred truths: The classroom is a battlefield of politics. And: You can not be neutral when fascism threatens to devour what you love. ▪︎▪︎▪︎ ONC entry for prompts 80 and 57 "Monsters don't live under our beds. They live in the recesses of our minds." "Everyone loves the polite, charming student on campus. Except when you walk into the room. For some reason, you're the only one they treat with icy distance. You're determined to find out why."

In which an aspiring florist searches for why the flowers in town are all dying, and finds her answers through doing two unusual things. 1. Following her cat and 2. Thinking small. Like really small. --- A 2026 ONC story

It's 1896, Evelyn has been surviving in Hell's Kitchen, barely, when a strange offer arrives for a position at an estate buried deep in the Appalachians. Now she must travel beyond the last logging towns in the county, to a house that stands alone amongst the trees. Some say it's older than the railway, older, perhaps, than the country that claims it. But the forest remembers. Maybe the house does, too.

A rivalry steeped in salt, an adventure cursed to fail, and a love doomed from the start. A tale of the ocean, a mythical treasure, and a fantastical academy where stars, monsters, and the sea are all on the agenda.

Apá says I only became interesting 'just' after I turned twelve. As if I were indistinguishable from a piece of furniture before that. My school's gossip rag swears it was at eleven, when I grew tits: that pair of disobedient apples stealing everyone's attention. If you ask me, I have other dates. The first time I stepped into ice-cold water without jumping in fear; that moment when the cold stopped being torture and became a warm blanket. Or when I stopped being Alessandra to become what you see in high school: a flat-bellied bitchy witch. The famous 'Cake Girl.' The one who sings Happy Birthday, Mr. President in the morning and, by the afternoon, is making out with her quarterback boyfriend in glorious 4K, while the world gives a standing ovation. The dream life of any little gringuita. At least any of them who can stand being called 'Sandy' in front of Ryan: a rag doll they rename at their whim. A set piece. No one imagines that behind it all hides an Apá who charges me for the very air I breathe. Or the static of broken headphones-fucking Android ones-trying to drown out the crunch of a broken neck following me from Sinaloa. A 'hollow shell' whose only real conversations are with men dead for centuries, asking them how they managed to lose everything without losing their minds. Welcome to the slaughterhouse. I hope you can keep up, ajá?, little piggy-pigs, because the show is starting and there are no refunds. Even if, in the end, you don't like what you find beneath my satin lace.

They say King Midas was greedy. They say he begged a god for gold. That is not the truth. Midas was a faithful husband, a devoted father, and a king who valued peace over excess. But when Dionysus grows jealous of mortal happiness, he grants Midas a "gift" that turns everything he touches to gold. When the curse is lifted, Midas believes he has been forgiven. He is wrong. What follows is not a lesson in greed - but a punishment in love, immortality, and divine cruelty. Some curses do not end at the river. Some only begin there.

❝ DON'T GET LOST IN THE WOODS FOR THEY ARE HUNGRY ❞ Vesnyana died a long time ago. As a rusalka, she is now bound to haunt the waters that took her life - and drown hapless folks in their cold depths. However, the woods have become quiet over the years, and her endless hungerhas become more tormenting. That is, until the summer solstice, which drives young lovers into the trees in search of the magical fern flower. But only one of them is truly determined to find it. Which is but a game for other youths in the village of Lasow, to Yara seems like the only way to free herself from her sorrows. Little does she know what dangers await her and her best friend Levik due to her desperate pursuit. One of them, lurking in a cold river, desires the flower herself ... _______ ONC 2026 ENTRY: PROMPTS 16, 104, 114