Fantasy
Mall Mermaid
The mermaid world was a sparking place of vast waters with buildings made of pearls. Coretta and her pet catfish loved to swim the depths of the ocean finding little gems and shiny trinkets to add to their collections. They created jewelry and hair pieces from them. While Coretta was creating her wearable works of art, she sat on a little island and looked over upon the happenings of the human world. From her post, she was always excited to see inside the see-through mall bustling with people as they purchased new garments to wear every day. Coretta wished she could change the colors of her scales just the same. All she had was the art made of shells and pearls to express her style. "My dear kittyfish Cleo, if I could at least get my hands on the swimwear that is so beautiful," she told her cat while formulating a plan on how to shop at the mall.
By Seashell Harpspring 6 months ago in Fiction
Beyond the Baby: Unveiling the True Face of the Biblical Cherubim
Beyond the Baby: Unveiling the True Face of the Biblical Cherubim When you hear the word "cherub," a single image likely comes to mind: a plump, rosy-cheeked baby with tiny wings, often seen in Renaissance art or on Valentine's Day cards. This cute, harmless figure is a cornerstone of popular culture, but it's a world away from the reality described in scripture. The true biblical cherub is a powerful, fearsome, and magnificent being, a high-ranking member of the angelic hierarchy.
By Sthephanie6 months ago in Fiction
The Speakeasy Jazz Club
It is 1922. In a dimly lit, clandestine Speakeasy establishment, a scene enfolds in the hidden but lively social scene. Elegantly clad Clients enjoy drinks, music, and dancing as a jazz band plays in the smoky room. Welcome to Billingsley's fashionable Stork Club on West 58th Street. Women are attired in stylish flapper dresses, and mysterious dapper gentlemen enjoy a variety of drinks and cocktail concoctions in the relaxed and comfortable setting.
By Novel Allen6 months ago in Fiction
The Third Sun
In the skies of Velora, a planet warmed by three radiant suns, light was life. The people built their homes, cities, and faiths around the celestial trio—Solari, Ember, and Veyra—each rising in a different part of the sky, bathing the world in constant glow.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Fiction
What If the Internet Died Tomorrow?
On a quiet Tuesday morning, the world blinked—and the internet was gone. No warning, no countdown, just silence. Phones became paperweights. Smart homes turned dumb. The stock market froze mid-tick. For a moment, it felt like the end of the world. But as the hours passed, something stranger happened: people looked up. They spoke. They gathered. And in the absence of the digital hum, a different kind of signal began to emerge—one made of voices, footsteps, and the rustle of paper maps.
By Liz Burton6 months ago in Fiction
Lem's growing pain
Sparking up his pipe Von sat at his window watching the early evening bustle in the streets below. He had been a solitary man his whole life, never delving into other’s business and certainly never with the intention of raising a child. At times he questioned why he had not dropped Lem off at the local orphanage, or found a woman to raise him. Von could have provided financial support, but he had not. He had made his choice the day he had returned home with him. There was something about this child.
By Liz Burton6 months ago in Fiction
No Ordinary Child
The sun shone down bouncing rays off the water in front of Von. He was sat on a rock at the entrance of a cave above a lake outside the city. He came here to meditate and to find quiet. Closing his eyes he felt the warmth hit his skin, the peace of this place allowed him to think clearly. Opening his eyes he watched the lake sparkle as the sun caused the water to sparkle and shine. His peace was quickly interrupted by a piercing scream, a small child stood with his trousers rolled up with the water lapping his feet, but where seconds ago he had been enjoying the cool water, he was suddenly stricken with fear and grief. His mother lay unmoving nearby, an arrow piercing her chest and her basket of fish lay cast aside. Von watched motionless as two men slowly approached, one bent to check the mother was dead whilst the other approached the small child drawing his string back slowly. Von stood up, grabbing his staff and let the anger that had built within him in the last few seconds flow from his heart to his fingertips, feeling the energy begin to burn in his fingers he smashed his staff to the ground fixing this man with an unwavering glare. The rock beneath his staff cracked and he directed the energy with his mind into the mans bow, which shattered in his grasp.
By Liz Burton6 months ago in Fiction
Strike Team Revised
Hector stood slightly apart from his team. Their nervous chatter and bursts of laughter grated on his focus. Some Strike teams entered the arena for glory or thrills—but not his. For them, this was survival. A brutal winter loomed, and the winnings from the Strike were their only hope of making it through.
By Liz Burton6 months ago in Fiction
Strike Arena
Hector stood slightly apart from his team. Their nervous chatter and bursts of laughter grated on his focus. Some Strike teams entered the dome for glory or thrills—but not his. For them, this was survival. A brutal winter loomed, and the winnings from the Strike were their only hope of securing enough rations and power cells to make it through.
By Liz Burton6 months ago in Fiction
