Fantasy
Lilac Scented Dreams (9)
Sitting atop a throne-like chair made of gemstones and stones, tall and intimidating, yet enchanting. Her feet are on top of natural stone slabs. Chrissy, herself fitting the title of a queen as her beauty was incomparable to those around her. Her skin is smooth and clear. Her dark hair is long and full of life. Brown eyes are so mesmerizing that even a dark soul would get lost in them. Her smile will stop a room full of people, to just look at her. with the small tooth gap completing the picture of her perfect imperfections. Wearing a thigh-length white dress covered in lace and small stones. Next to her is a woman, beautiful but not as comparable. Red long wavy hair that bounced as she moved about. Tall and slender, but broad. Freckles bestowed upon her face, very adamant about being noticed. A crooked nose and untouched eyebrows, but yet beautiful no doubt. She sat in a chair like Chrissy but not as grand, hers was smaller with fewer gems. She sat on Chrissy’s left. To the right of her was a throne far grander than her own. All gems and no stone. It looked as if it would cut you if not careful. Even though this chair was grander, it was not the one in the middle, pronouncing importance. Across from these three chairs is a table, with five chairs surrounding it. These chairs were normal wooden chairs but cushioned with fabric for comfort. A map of some sort lay on top of the table. The room itself is dark but full of life. Grand windows with flowers on the sill, different flowers fill the vases but in each vase, there is at least one purple dream lily protruding from the mass plants. Small cloud-like things fill the air, along with a small sun in the center. Aside from the stone path from the door to the center, where the thrones lie, the rest of the ground is made from soft, gentle grass. Some bushes and flowers create paths. The slight scent of lilac lingering in the air willing to attach itself to anything it can.
By Kristina Brule4 years ago in Fiction
the Woman that could
Once upon a time there was a young lady by the name of Princess. She had beautiful full brown hair, and shiny big eyes. She enjoyed wearing colorful dresses that showed her figure, until the day she realized her appearance didn't matter. She had lived so freely in the world, oblivious to the obvious that everyone had their own pain to deal with. Not that she saw herself as superwoman, but she placed great value in helping others feel seen and understood.
By Drako the Righter4 years ago in Fiction
Serena vs the thunderworm
Serena stands transfixed by the extraterrestrial pyramid. It appears to be drinking the morning sunbeams as it swirls across the glassy surface, creating a spectrum of color. Overhead, the dome seems to be an extension of blue sky over her hometown of Green Valley. In the space where alien technology and the earth touch are pits with piles of rock and dirt.
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Fiction
A Villain Turns Mad
I'm on the set of a big-budget movie, mere moments away from destroying Hollywood, and not with one of my patented Doomsday devices either. No, my plan involves wrecking the industry from the inside by turning public opinion against it and its bogus propaganda. No one needs to manually cock the hammer back on a modern gun, bombs aren't built with different colored wires and you can't crash through real glass and not expect serious injury.
By Rajan Poudel 4 years ago in Fiction
The Run
She walked into the building the lobby was quiet and empty. The television was playing sports. She walked over to the desk and rang the bell, a slender short man with brown hair walked out from a room in the back. He came closer to the front desk next to the computer.
By Allesandra Luadragon4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Woods
Running through the woods, heavily breathing, she ran behind a tree. The creature swiped it’s nine-inch claws through the tree, the tree fell down in front of her. She ducked down and screamed it snarled at her. She gasped as she shuffled to her feet to run away, she ran further into the woods as the creature continued to chase her. The creature swiftly swiped it’s claws at her as she fell to the ground under a tree. The creature growled into the sky when she lifted her head up, a bright rip appeared in the air to the right of her and the creature. Two women and a man jumped out of the fracture; a honey toned woman with long wavy hair swiped a staff at the creature, a warm beige man stood next to them whispering into a floating holographic orb he was holding. An almond-colored woman with big curly hair walked up to the girl who was still lying under the tree and cowered next to her holding her hand out.
By Allesandra Luadragon4 years ago in Fiction
Leora - the gleaming heroine
Finding the Warrior of Light 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 the 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
The Black Witch 7
I woke up with the morning sun dancing through my window. The light had just made it past the horizon but came to greet me none the less. I trudged my way to the water basin in my room, and splashed the water on my face. Feeling refreshed it was time to start my normal calithstenics routine. As I completed each rep thoughts of the day started to appear. What would Kuri and I do? Would Amelia go back to work? How much hostility could I expect to face today? These questions and all there possible answers swirled in my head as my muscles contracted. After about an hour and a half sweat had coated enough of my body thaat I felt ready to tackle the day. The dirty feeling that permeated my skin reminded me to take a bath before I officially started. I walked to the bathroom clothes in hand, the large bath tub was almost wasted on my simple bathing. Thankfully this world had figured out plumbing via magical apparatuses so there was no extra work involved in bathing.
By Caleb Wagner4 years ago in Fiction
Catch a Falling Star
Leaves rustled and shuddered as fingers tore through the bushes, twigs snapping as they bent too far. ‘It has to be here somewhere,’ he thought to himself impatiently as he moved to the next line of brush. After all, Saosin Silverstorm had been watching the evening star shower when he’d seen it: the sharp flash of light that streaked across the sky, much closer than the rest. The entire forest had illuminated as it fell beyond the canopy, and Saosin hadn’t bothered to wait until the dawn.
By R.C. McLeod4 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
When Lady Gabriella Fairavard entered the ballroom I was filled with anger. I was angry because I had become the laughing stock of the court because some woman had decided to pass herself off as a knight, and take the place of one of the Kings most disreputable court members. I probably could have handled being laughed at better if Darius had shared in some part of the laughter, but no one dared laugh at the King’s best and favorite, especially when he hadn’t let the defeat by a woman throw off the rest of his matches. I couldn’t believe that I had let a woman get the best of me. Every time I had glanced her way I faltered and lost a match. Even the victories towards the end didn’t save me the humiliation I endured. The lady infuriated me more so than any woman ever had. When Darius suggested we should pay our respects to her, I was reluctant. Reluctant because I knew underneath her beauty there was a tongue on her. I learned that the hard way when I approached her in the square before the tourney. Eventually Darius persuaded me to accompany him in paying respects to her, when he pointed out if I didn’t that the whole court wouldn’t let me live the fact that I let being defeated by a lady throw off the rest of my matches.
By Kimmie Hite4 years ago in Fiction
