Fable
A Perilous Escape
Michael s found himself seated in the middle row on the floor, trembling uncontrollably, unable to quell his fears. The group's leader and founder, Jadon , emerged before them. Smoke billowed from Jadon 's nostrils resembling vapour rising from a heated kettle, while his bloodshot eyes mirrored the colour of fresh blood. The room remained enveloped in darkness, preventing the captives from discerning the ongoing events, save for a faint humming sound and a small lantern, concealed by a towel, positioned on the table beside Jadon . The number of individuals present in the room remained unknown to all.
By Emmanuel Ojenike2 years ago in Fiction
The Obsidian Shadows
In a realm veiled in perpetual darkness, where the air was thick with a sense of foreboding, and shadows danced with an eerie life of their own, existed a mysterious and desolate land. This dark realm, known as Umbra, was home to creatures that lurked in the obsidian depths, unseen by the eyes of mortals.
By Mason Darnielle2 years ago in Fiction
UniRainbow
Beautasia the unicorn loved to watch the rainbows. On any damp, cool day after the rains fell, you will find her on a hilltop or the tallest mound admiring the wonderful magic of arching colors high up in the sky. She always looked around carefully to make sure that the inquisitive beings who were always searching for her were not around to disturb her sky gazing moments. She was the last unicorn in existence, Beautasia had searched high and low to try to find others like herself, but alas, she had found none so far. Still, she will never give up her search.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Snowman. Second Place in Snow Micro Challenge.
The boy sculpted a man from the New Snow. A snowman. His lonely tears fell against the frost, a smear of blood from his bruises, the salt of his sweat, and warm breath that summoned life from the barren landscape, as frantic flakes swirled down around them. He wrapped his scarf around the stoic standing figure, tenderly as though this simple visage were his elder brother, and ardently wished for the company of a true friend. A floating spirit, who'd long been lost within a cracked lake's frigid waters, whose essence had become one with the winter season, he encountered this vessel crafted by the boy and found it to be a fine resemblance of his former self, a suitable resting place for his soul. Boy, spirit, and winter's magic coincided in that moment. The snowman shed a tear in tune with the lonely boy's sadness, and a small pearl of ice dropped onto the boy's head. His cold hands, like those of a corpse returned to waking, unfolded and hugged the boy with a comfort the child had never before known. "I am with you now" the young man whispered to the little magician. "I will protect you, and take you away from this place, to wherever you want to go." The boy looked up, amazed that his desperate dream had come true. He remembered then, the stories told of shaping a wish from the first snowfall. And now he believed in his heart that anything could be possible.
By Ellen Stedfeld2 years ago in Fiction
Some Legends Get Left in the Valley
It started off that way, in the dark. The tranquil swirl of snow made barely a whisper at the bedroom window of Grandma's cabin in Canaan, and the eerie critter-less quiet was a welcome discomfort for to keep awake. I was no more than a ten-year-old sprout when I sat awake under that quilt, listening for the footsteps I was sure I'd hear crunching in the temperamental valley snowfall, searching for its hulking shadow overtaking the floodlight leaking onto the opposite wall. And I laid up watching, watching that surface, flat and far and blurring from focus, slow breaths pressing in my lungs, afeared to turn round and look out that window, if I'm to admit it rightly now. I strained with all my might in that black room, and there it was! Accomplishment thrilled within my chest. I had one chance to turn around and look out that window, into the floodlit snow, to catch that sasquatch once and for all. So I twisted my little body towards the light, hoisting up high to see overtop the headboard, and the first thing to catch me was a red ribbon dragging in the snow, long streaks of muck left by a sharp, gaunt thing dragging a prize behind in its bloodthick maw, backing through the snow hunched with the weight of its prey. And as I saw that bundle of bones with the deer's leg in its mouth, son, it also saw me. I ain't never spoke it till now.
By Harbor Benassa2 years ago in Fiction
Snail, Slug, Hermit Crab
The snail and slug, who live on land, happened to venture to the seaside where they encountered a hermit crab. The snail, astonished to see the hermit crab carrying a house just like itself, asked, "Friend, when did you move to the seaside and upgrade to a villa? You're the envy of everyone!" The hermit crab poked its head out, glanced at the snail, and chuckled, "Brother, are you mistaking me for someone else? Although we both carry a house on our backs." The slug beside them stared at the hermit crab and after a moment said, "Snail friend, he is indeed different from you." Turning to the hermit crab, it asked, "What's your name?" "I'm called a hermit crab." "I'm a slug." "I'm a snail."
By lover of literature2 years ago in Fiction
