Fable
Singing For the Fae
On a beautiful hot summer night, I am sitting out on my garden patio with a cool glass of white wine. Other than gardening itself, there is nothing more wonderful than watching my blooms grow. With each sip of my glass, and the floral smells hitting my nose, I find myself drifting off to sleep.
By Erika Ravnsborg5 years ago in Fiction
The Catastrophic Brain Function
i. WAKE ME UP IN SOMEPLACE NEW. Those were the words of my only living relative my grandpa now deceased. He fell asleep in the backseat of a car we used to have, which I have left behind, its spare tyre having burst a flat not far from the fallen town of Yuddaburra, in the outback of Australia.
By Taylor vvestmacott5 years ago in Fiction
Princess In A Tower
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, a princess lived in a tower. We shan’t bother going into too much detail regarding what the princess looked like, because let’s be honest, you’re all going to imagine her differently anyway.
By Sachi Petrohilos5 years ago in Fiction
Cosmix Calling 🌌
Think back to the last time you were out under a clear sky, fully lit by a dazzling array of stars. Imagine yourself looking into the celestial night, with the power to make a single wish. Allow your spirit to ascend into the darkness of the sky, and spark iridescently to life, fulfilling the inner most desires of the soul. Where would you go? Who would you become? What would you change, or choose to accomplish? Would you wish for good? Would you wish for bad? These questions may make even the wisest of humanity hesitate. For me, however, now more than ever, I know exactly what I would wish for, who I'd become, who I already am... or would be, in a perfect world. Prince Luminos Cosmix, Is my alter ego, We are a philosophical hero, A dreamer who looks to the stars, a writer that has began creating an entire universe around my identity through the way my imagination warps the world. A poet that speaks from the heart, a musician/dancer that with a little guidance could help bring the tides of change. An aspiring artist with a vision, designer of a Royal Cosmixian clothing line. A philanthropist to the less fortunate, a mentor to generations to come, an activest for a green future. A Prince looking to lead the people of this earth to metephorical kingdoms among the stars. My ambitions are exuberant, my imagination is vivid, and I'm just a 23 year old with a hopeful dream, but I know my future is bright, and one day not only will I thrive in my self made fairytale, I will be a legend who's story is spread among the stars. The path to distant galaxies won't be easy, as a dreamer such as myself can get lost drifting through space if allowed to wander too long in their imagination, therefore, the pressure is setting in. The time to act upon my dreams has risen, as will I. With the proper tools, such as Memberful, My vision will be transformed into a reality. The show I'm writing, "The Stars Have Fallen", will be animated, voiced, and brought to life, along with books, comics, and interactive (perhaps even one day virtual reality) games that allow you to roam within the universe I am creating, {all while the real life characters tour the world promoting Life, Liberties, Fantasies, and Fashion lines to match the (bound to be popular) Aesthetics of my universe}. It'd be my dream to give everyone a chance to be as involved in this fairytale universe in real life as it is in mine, whether that be getting lost inside of a storybook, or dressing up in cosmixian fashion. My world may currently be just an idea revolving consistently around my head, and a small three-ring binder with a few short stories and prototype character designs; but in a perfect world, where the limitations brought upon by circumstances out of my control are not to be found, Prince Cosmix and his fellowship of Cosmixians are ALIVE.
By Prince Cosmix5 years ago in Fiction
Maggie and the Selkie
That morning the bodies were counted. Twelve in all, and one still missing. Hamish. When the families took the bodies home to prepare them for burial, Maggie sneaked down to the beach to walk the shoreline. Five miles north, and five miles south. Through her tears, every piece of driftwood and kelp was a human figure; an arm reaching for help, a crumpled body found too late. Maggie’s hope disappeared with the sun and a low, slow groaning emerged from her throat as she sank to the sand. The pain in her heart was so strong she didn’t notice the water rising around her, the cold seeping into her skin.
By Heather Ewings5 years ago in Fiction
Raven's Sacrifice
Once Raven was white, from the tip of her beak to the tip of her tail and the points of her claws. Though she was a bird of the earth, her pale colouring meant she could mingle with the spirits of the heavens; the angels and daemons of the bright, bright skies; those from whose lips poetry sprang, and whose songs carried a beauty so exquisite all who heard them wept. Raven spent many a day and night with these beings, watching as they drank the sparkling waters from the Well of Inspiration, listening as they gave voice to their creations. Sometimes she joined with them, for hers was a sweet song, and many stopped to hear her music.
By Heather Ewings5 years ago in Fiction
