Fable
Hope Wears Yellow
There are those we don’t yet know but wish to know someday. They breathe magic and fairy dust without even trying. The air becomes electric for reasons you can’t entirely identify if they happen to walk into a room when you weren’t expecting them. They sparkle. They shine. They give you the impression that if you could touch them and draw them close, your humdrum everyday life would go from black-and-white to full, living color in an instant.
By Shannon Hilson4 years ago in Fiction
Pollination of A Fig
The dense forest gives way to a circle-stage of open meadow. Yellow sunrays flood the grass before her like a spotlight. Her air leaves in a whoosh and she folds hands-to-knees, her dirt-streaked palms brace on red and wounded legs. She winces with a sting of pain.
By Ellis Cahill4 years ago in Fiction
A Stranger Comes Calling.
Snow fell hard this harsh winter night as a lone rider pushed his steed down the forest pass. He was nearly covered from head to toe in fresh snow, as was his horse Luka. A fine black stallion, and his most loyal companion. In truth his only companion, for in his profession it was not uncommon to travel alone. The pair traveled at a steady safe pace, with the only source of light coming from a lantern strapped to saddle bags. Further up ahead in the distance, lights could be seen as the pair neared the edge of the forest path. Before them a good mile away was a mansion perched atop a cliff overlooking a small village. Faint lights could be seen coming from the mansion, but not the village.
By Julio Aguilar4 years ago in Fiction
The Life of a Cartel Princess
She starts to wake up from unconsciousness, she doesn't know how long she has been out, and doesn't seem to remember where she is, or how she got here, looks around and no one is in sight, wherever she was, it looks like heaven, she closes her eyes to try to recall events on how she got here, she remembers a woman, her office, and her children, then she looks out near the water, and she sees her, Roxelle, now it all comes rushing back to her. She realizes she is in danger, hoping that they find her soon, her hand goes to her neck and realizes her necklace is missing, her most prized possession, as she closes her eyes she sees her office in flames, along with Roxelle's file, and she remembers yanking the necklace off her neck and dropping it on the ground before the woman knocked her out, and she also remembers having a copy of Roxelle's file in the safe at her home in Miami.
By Tabatha Nabors4 years ago in Fiction
The Tree and Her Boy
Dear Reader, lend me your eyes so you may see what I see: a boy perched high above in the branches of an old tree. She is his haven, an escape from the harshness of life. There, cradled in her long, outstretched arms he can breathe. He can dream.
By Timothy Wilkinson4 years ago in Fiction
By the Light of Fire and Stars
The sun lulled a lazy pink fog over the cobbled-streets. It sunk, like an orbed fishing hook, into the lake that parted the city. A gentle gust of wind swept under the dying leaves that had been bundled in the trenches, and scattered them across town like stepping stones.
By Rachel M.J4 years ago in Fiction
19 Percent: 1941
Frozen. Cemented into the relentless Mother Gaia, there lay against the beach , a mermaid. It was late November in Northern Ontario and ice was building against the edges of the towns and country lakes. The bay of one of these lakes carried among the trees, a cottage of which had seen many magical people and treasures. However, the secrets left there stayed blind in front of the sight of skeptics and fakes. This enchanted place remained under the solitary care of Henry, who had long since lived his best days, loved with all his heart, spoken his wisest words, and pursued the path that was the most true to his soul.
By Katelyn Marie Clair4 years ago in Fiction
