Fantasy
Akrîza
I am not so sure how long it had been since I had last felt clean air against my nostrils, but I can¬ tell you that I had begun to get used the sting of brimstone against my bated breath. I inhaled sharply, my eyes wide and my chest straining, and directed my gaze beneath me with a yell. I stood upon a ruined building, gently balanced upon its sloppily remaining lower stories. The world around me burned. Roofs were caved in, stones were scattered, and fires raged across my vision. My breathing began to calm, and my growing awareness of myself welcomed my friend’s loving nuzzle and cry.
By Jonathan The Wanderer4 years ago in Fiction
Honor
Paranoia are we beginning? To be served by justice. Or not? He was the master race. A white snake in the millions of red ones. Not honoring any of it to pass. Smilling and warm inside the non compliance of heroes. It was not very pleasant without her, but it gave him the freedom to think of the new ways to adore her.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
Broken Angel
The taxi turned into bhu road hurriedly. For its passengers, velocity was probable of the essence. Dr. Bernard augustinho knew changed into that if he didn’t attain their vacation spot soon, something inside which had been constructing from the moment he’d received the call might explode. There were no tears on his face; those could come later. Beside him his wife, vegetation, wept silently. Bernard didn’t attain out to console her. He had said already what had to be said; he’d carried out what comforting he could, all of the manner from goa and thru the flight. But her tears had no longer stopped. All at once, thru the glass, he saw the hospital. It become the second one time he were right here, the primary years returned he’d observed his daughter, rosalyn, in her bid for a residency. She’d succeeded. Flowers hadn’t been there then, simply as she shouldn’t have come now. The smartphone call have been from the dean’s office: rosalyn had been in an accident. The driver swung into the casualty entrance. They moved quickly to the nurse-station. There has been a cmo on the desk. Bernard’s phrases rushed out. “my daughter turned into introduced right here 4 hours ago…” she reached for a sign in. “rosalyn augustinho.”
By Tanya Sharma 4 years ago in Fiction
Top 3 of the Weirdest Museums in America
3. The Museum of Death - in the event that ventriloquism fakers are no biggie to you, something hazier and somewhat more sensible may be all together The Museum of Death. With areas in both Hollywood, California, and New Orleans, Louisiana, the Museum of Death houses the world's most broad assortment of "chronic executioner craftsmanship, old fashioned memorial service ephemera, and undertakers' and coroners' instruments," as per their website.Be cautioned prior to visiting this historical center this show has not been watered down to make it family amicable. Reports from past guests show a portion of the horrifying displays: real photographs of the Charles Manson and Black Dahlia crime locations, funeral home photographs, the guillotined cut off top of the Blue Beard of Paris (Henri Landru), and recordings of both genuine passings and dissections. While it will not be for everybody, you need to appreciate the Museum of Death areas for their obligation to their topic.
By vaibhav sharma 4 years ago in Fiction
When The Sun Stops
There is no sweeter smell than that of blood. I had spent centuries running from this undeniable truth. I could do so no longer. For in doing so I would have been denying myself of the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known. Greater creatures have tried and failed.
By Allison Rayn4 years ago in Fiction
The Sun's Moon
The Sun’s Moon Long ago Before The Universe, Before Man Kind, Before the stars and planets before the moon and the stars, there was only peaceful darkness, and one small light glowing in the vast emptiness. small yet burning the light grew and grew slowly expanding throughout space and time until the light slowly started to flicker, long ribbons of golden lace twisting and intertwining in circular motions turning solid shades of blues and greens in spots until the once small flickering light became whole, solid, and covered in vast blue seas, lagoons, waterfalls, rivers, GIGANTIC beautiful trees, billions of different colored flowers, gardens of fruits, beautiful meadows, and a Mystical Garden sitting Atop an exquisite breathtaking waterfall with vibrant multicolored flower laced vines cascading down the sparkling water and braiding through the thick soft garden floors and intertwining with the trees surrounding the garden. In the mystical garden blossoming and consuming the light that she once lived as, Ophelia took her first steps admiring her first child, her first creation, Ascillia.
By Paige Loreen4 years ago in Fiction
Ch 2: Into the Night
Inspira looked down at her reflection in the fountain pool. A packed satchel sat by her feet. An oil lamp casted a faint light in the surrounding darkness. “Mother will be extremely alarmed when she discovers my absence in the morning,” she thought to herself. She had left a note on her bedroom dresser so the Queen wouldn’t think she had completely disappeared. It didn’t divulge much, just that she had to go do something really important and would be back as soon as she could. How was she going to tell her mother that she was leaving to save The Light? She barely believed it herself, but something inside her told her she didn’t have much of a choice.
By The Protagonist Priestess4 years ago in Fiction
