Fable
Fenrirson
He arose from the depths of Hel with fur caked in fire and brimstone. Sharp yellow claws dug into the soft white snow while fresh blood, the same color of his eyes, dripping from his sharp fangs. He growled deeply as she stood on his hind legs. Claws grew into fingers as his fur receded into the follicles of his arms and legs that stretched as he stood tall. The moon glistened off of his glossy black hair and he ran his newly grown fingers through it, feeling the resemblance to his fur. A chill caught his bare skin, and he had the sudden urge to shake clumps of snow from his body, but any that had clung to him now lay in a heap at his now hairless feet. He was not prepared for the chill of the Norse forests and howled into the night sky with lungs that heaved in pain. None of those around him howled back, as they no longer recognized his sound. He growled and began running, trying to find a warmth that was now lost to him. There was anger in his deep red eyes while dark green pines blurred past him. A pack of wolves took chase, but there was no catching him. He was their brother, their savior, their father. He would say his name was Dainn, but those who knew the stories would know his true self. He was Fenrirson, the second coming of the dreaded wolf of Ragnarök.
By Gunnar Andersonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Teflon Don
They call him the Teflon Don for two reasons. First, no matter how hard the law tries to go after him, all indictments slide off of him akin to a Teflon pan. Second, he is similar to the original Teflon Don - John Gotti of the Gambino crime family, who was just as brazen and media-savvy as Trump.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
Groundhog. Honorable Mention in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge.
Every morning, the first thing the Victorious, the city's top Superhero team, did was check on Groundhog. Groundhog could shape-shift, but their real power was an odd form of fail-safe/time-travel. If something went badly wrong, the day would reset for them, granting a do-over. If Groundhog was undisturbed, everything was fine. If Groundhog was upset, or repeated any of the code-phrases to signal that they were on a re-set… well, that was when Shit-Got-Real, as the kids said.
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Fiction
Doctor Dream
Hello. Some know me as Dr. Seth Rhys, archaeologist. I thought that’s all I would ever be. It was all I had hoped for. I was doing what I love, working with the love of my life, and spending every day with friends. That was, until two years ago when it came to me. The best and worst thing to happen to my life: The Amulet.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Fiction
"Adam the Pure" and Adam's Ale
Adam was born as pure as driven snow. Within the garden there were fruits and such and only water to be drunk (drank, drink-ed, well, whichever). There was Adam's ale a'plenty and in abundance. His skin was lovely and he walked in perfect nakedness and sobriety within the blessed peaceful Eden of perfection.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
242: I Died? How Could I Die? How Did I Die?
Life after death. It was true. And it seemed pleasant. Walking along a beautifully landscaped trail, I didn't see a light, but that didn't matter. This whole place was lit up. As I walked, I began passing loved ones who had died before me. I saw my brother who died at 19 in a terrible traffic accident.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
