Fantasy
Firestarter
I followed the lights once, when I was a child. Lola had told me the stories, of course, but when do children really listen? The lights were there every night, up along the mountains, in solemn procession until sleep would claim me. Santelmo, people said they were called, and whenever I tried counting them, I would doze off before even making substantial progress.
By Marie Sinadjan4 years ago in Fiction
ORB: Chapter 1
A couple of days earlier….”Is there anything else that I can get you?” Says the overly stout woman holding a hot cup of coffee over the table. “No, that will be all.” Richard says while trying to cover up the files that he had brought home from his office. “I’m telling you Richard, I keep having strange dreams about these balls of light in the sky but I can’t seem to piece them all together.”It’s like the dream is a puzzle and I'm just trying to piece them together just to get an understanding of them.” I don’t know how, and I don’t know why.” I think these dreams may mean something.” “Well, what do you think they mean Amber?” Said Richard.”I think they somehow are in connection to the rumors that I have been hearing around town." "Well, I've got something that you might be interested in seeing." Richard said I'm a whisper. "Take a look at these!" He slided over a few files that he had walked in with. "I think there just may be something in these files that may have a connection to your dreams." "Okay great! I'll take a look at these when I get home."
By Lametria Marable 4 years ago in Fiction
Tale of the Prithvi | Part One
It is a story of a young boy named Prithvi who lived with his family, elder sister, and grandparents in New Delhi. Prithvi's dad and granddad were government servants in Northern Railways, which gave them an administration quarter. The boy was born on the 20th of April 1996. So, they were living a happy life.
By Dalip Singh4 years ago in Fiction
Gathering Glory
Destiny pushed him like a bus driver, up the main entrance to the Civic Center, past the entrance table where he found the lights and a loot bag and proceeded to his publisher's booth in the back corner. There it was: a fictional anthology, brightly colored but creeping to draw his attention. He picked up a copy to look at, saw his name on the cover, a third from the top, and felt an increase in satisfaction. His first sale as a writer.
By Ranju rana4 years ago in Fiction
Public Service
A mighty warrior saved us at the last minute. That sounds cliche, but it's true. My father was about to lose his job. My mother was crying about how she was going to pay the mortgage. We live on cash checks, spend a bit on Saturdays eating at a butcher shop, and then have to eat rice and beans or eggs and toast for the last two days before the next check is made.
By Ranju rana4 years ago in Fiction
Leora -the gleaming heroine
Once upon a time, there was a peaceful moment when the human world and magical world lived together. Magical creatures fancied staying near humans and trusted them with their lives. The oracles of the realm had nothing against such a down-to-heart relationship, and so, laws against were never implemented. There was a wicked man that thought he could conquer both worlds and use magic to feed his own greed. In consequence, he earned the trust of some magical creatures by promising to give them protection and power if they obeyed him. Thus, they entrusted him the power that was keeping the magical land alive. They foolishly handed him that power without thinking how this greatly endangered everyone’s lives. One of the deceived creatures left to secretly seek for help. The poor being found two travelling mages that kindly listened to its story. They decided that it was better for both worlds to find a suitable hero or heroine and so they departed in their search. Soon the awful human was able to become stronger and stronger gaining an army of magical creatures to accomplish his dreadful dream. The oracles found themselves in a delicate situation where they had to restrict the exits from their realm into the human world. Magic was not able to be used on earth again until their hero awakened to save them and maintain the balance of universe. Our hero is somewhere in the human world to be found by the two hardworking mages.
By Irina Ștefania R4 years ago in Fiction
