Fable
Helios and Mariám
Mariám was of the water. A maniform water nymph, who played in pools and on the seafoam when the day was brightest, their carefree laugh like a bubbling brook. That was how Helios had met them, frolicking in the midday sun off the coast of Rhodes, their brown skin sparkling with salt. It was summer, when the god's chariot ride across the world was slow… surely he could afford to stay awhile and talk.
By Chaotic Morphotic4 years ago in Fiction
Wedding Adventures
Teri sped towards Rodrigo’s, excitement filling her breast as she tried to guess what adventures awaited in the old barn today. She was pushing hard, focused on the road just in front of her when she heard her name. Looking up, she saw Rodrigo down the street running, his arm high above his head waving. Teri smiled big and waved back.
By Viltinga Rasytoja4 years ago in Fiction
Eclipse
In the ages when the pyramids were being built the people worked in the hot sun. When the night came they went to wash themselves in the Nile. As the people finished, they were getting dressed in what they had when all of a sudden a light came from the sky. It shone down over the river before them and then rose up what looked like their goddess Bastet. She looked at the people then reached into the water and pulled something out. It was a large dark ball of fur. But it seemed to not be wet. She laid it down on the bank of the river. Then Bastet disappeared. The ball of fur unraveled into a small car sized cat. He stood up and shook his body sending winds towards the people so strong that it knocked them all over. The people sat up not daring to stand because the fear overwhelmed them, as well as their curiosity. They watched the beast as it drank from the river. Then another curious thing happened. A light figure appeared in front of the thirsty creature. A ray of light shot from the mysterious figure. Then onto the back of the cat, which formed wings. Suddenly the people understood who the glowing figure was. It was their other goddess Isis who has the power of magic. They then knew that the cat had to be special. They watched as he walked down to a spot near the river which was covered with grass. There was enough coverage so the people could barely see him. Then the cat went to sleep. The people then got up and went to their own huts. Leaving the creature to sleep in peace.
By Natasha Marie Lynn4 years ago in Fiction
The Troll Bridge
In a different time, in a different place, two young trolls were one day approaching a bridge from opposite ends. One, called Aegar, was seventeen years old and had the visage of what you might call a fairly traditional troll. He was ten feet tall and broad, with tree trunk-like arms and legs, a great round belly and mostly elephant grey skin. He was bald, with green eyes, a big, wide nose and only a few teeth, save for two large fangs protruding from the bottom of his jaw, like a sabre-toothed tiger's canine teeth, only in reverse.
By Jamie Smurthwaite4 years ago in Fiction
Rumpelstiltskin: Child Eater
Edgar told nothing to King Lancer. He would first find out the truth for himself. So, when the message came that the girl had arrived, he met with her in secret. The moment his eyes fell on her, he knew at least one thing the miller had said to be true. She was a like a glimmer of sunlight come to the palace that had so long been shrouded in shadow. Despite his suspicions, he found himself hoping she was more than she appeared.
By J.C. Winter4 years ago in Fiction
The Troll Bridge
In a different time, in a different place, two young trolls were one day approaching a bridge from opposite ends. One, called Aegar, was seventeen years old and had the visage of what you might call a fairly traditional troll. He was ten feet tall and broad, with tree trunk-like arms and legs, a great round belly and mostly elephant grey skin. He was bald, with green eyes, a big, wide nose and only a few teeth, save for two large fangs protruding from the bottom of his jaw, like a sabre-toothed tiger's canine teeth, only in reverse.
By Jamie Smurthwaite4 years ago in Fiction
The Monster in the Maze
The monster has surfaced. Its guttural growl and scream echoes through the cavernous stone forest that is my home. I have been told by those who found their way into this realm that a vicious creature exists in the dark corridors, only now have I heard its hunting cry. Throughout my harsh and unfriendly life, I have never felt terror until this day.
By David Angell4 years ago in Fiction
Dissun and Dudderun
The irritated woman opened the door with a force that ruffled hairs of the corpulent pomp’s mustache. She checked to see that his officious, ring-fingered fist hadn’t knocked loose the talisman made of dog and horse hair wrapped around a piece of chalk. The last thing she wanted was to have to go back to the old crone who’d made it for her and get another one. Goblin repellant was expensive, and the crone had bad breath and talked a lot.
By Sorcha Monk 4 years ago in Fiction
Humilitia
On a field within a stadium covered in patches of fur walked Humilitia the bull. Humilitia was the last bull standing amongst creatures of many lands and many phenotypes. His massive horns rolled into his heavy, veiny exterior, which was tightly hugged by his spotty, long, and torn fur. Humilitia’s eyes were wide, and his head bobbed calmly up and down as his heavy feet gently walked amongst air that hosted the cheers of a crowd.
By Mikael Holcombe-Scali4 years ago in Fiction
Rabbit Stew
Rabbit Stew Locals and weathermen all said that this year was the coldest on record for Cleveland and the surrounding area. Teresa had no trouble believing that as she carefully maneuvered through fresh snow, knee deep in places, as she followed rabbit tracks, hoping to capture the cottontail as it flailed in the soft snow. She had read somewhere that rabbits lost most of their maneuverability in fresh snow over six inches deep, and the forested snowscape in front of her certainly qualified. If successful at capturing it by hand, Teresa planned to surprise her invalid grandmother with rabbit stew.
By Cleve Taylor 4 years ago in Fiction
