Fantasy
Chosen
Had I known then the impact that their friendship would bring, I never would’ve joined in the fight at the beginning and kept my people from the horrors inflicted upon the other races. Things not now forgotten by all, but still lingering in the essence of our segregation. Kingdoms and towns, devoid of what had once been the dream of the titans, now grow and expand with that same mindset. She saw none of that, regardless of her upbringing. Someone I’ve loved since we first met..
By D J Smithson4 years ago in Fiction
Butterfly
Zara lay, face skyward, on the damp grass. The buzz of bees and the distant hum of traffic seemed to vibrate through her torso. Nearby dogs barked and windows whooshed open. It seemed all the world was on the move except her. She felt the gentlest touch upon her cheek, and another upon her arm. Her eyes swiveled in their sockets veiled by her eyelids: she was a little nervous of bees.
By Daniella Libero4 years ago in Fiction
Prelude - Part IV
Prelude - Part IV: Skarrigg and Annaquette rode upon the black horse. They headed north into the cold lands. It had been a rough three months, the journey to Irrisen, commonly called the land of eternal winter. Irrisen was exactly that, a land in the grip of a magical winter over the last 1,400 years and ruled by a dynasty of albino witches. Their destination was the far north-western part of the ice-shrouded nation where it bordered the fabled land of the Linnorm Kings.
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Fiction
Trial Two: The Awakening
Trial Two: The Awakening. One Moon Later. Marobi, lies in the warm wool lined den. The den, now a comfortable little place, reminding her of their home at Yetlam’s Rock. She scratches at the limestone wall and imagines the smell of the chimneys which always burnt at the tall cliff towers. Her eyes close and she can see the gentle sway of the field’s white flowers and the animals that grazed there. Marobi finds herself at peace in the caves with the sound of young white scales playing. A certain type of laughter echoes through the rock pillars and stalactites. She recognizes her son’s giggle and smiles everytime she hears it, imagining his grin and baring his pointy little baby teeth.
By The Trials of White Scale4 years ago in Fiction
Death Knocks
As the sun set on the town of Weston, streetlights popped on while the towns’ folk began winding down for the evening. Not a single soul noticed when a stillness befell upon one of its neighborhoods. No one noticed the mysterious stranger walking towards one house in particular. Inside this cozy little house, Jay is stretched out across his couch, channel surfing and having no luck finding anything of interest to watch, when a sudden knock on his front door made him pause. A loud rap brought him to his feet. Expecting no company, he hesitantly, opened the door.
By Monica Humble4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Witch 6
This weird trio of the lone male, a magnificent witch, and fragile child sat ourselves in a parlor. My shadows positioned themselves around the room. For the first time the guards who watched over me were visibly perturbed. The only reason I could fathom for this is they did not expect a man , a noble at that, to protect a young girl that was decieved into almost killing him. Their eyes let a touch of hope peak through the corner, but it was miniscule in comparison to their expectation that things would turn sour. "One of you go get a maid to bring sweets and tea for us." Kuri not oblivous to their mindstate broke their tension for a moment. "Not you, Saki" Kuri offered as she positioned herself to look at the child still clinging to my chest. Saki brought her foot down midstep and pivoted towards Kuri. "As you wish." Her eyes and voice told the same story, she wished to remove herself from this situation. A situation that had dealt a devastating blow to her beliefs. "Now then my dear amelia, what do you help with around here? You seem like such a mature girl; I'm sure you do a lot." The contradictory voice of Kuri had both the softness one used for a child and plenty of maturity to make amelia feel important.
By Caleb Wagner4 years ago in Fiction
Water
As a boy, I lived close to a raging river. If I kept my bedroom window open at night I could hear the waters tumbling over and over as they roared and rumbled into infinity, for not a half mile from my home an enormous waterfall thundered over a high cliff forming a deep swirling pool of dark water on the rocks below. This river was said to be fed by a hundred streams.
By Dan Glover4 years ago in Fiction
For Renfro
Wilma nestled on the dais next to the King, her shimmering, dark blue scales contrasted with the gilt lining of the throne. She watched as the various supplicants came before their ruler, nodding as her eyes followed each one. Every person gulped when she flicked her tongue out snakelike and let forth a low rumble. Their discomfort amused her.
By Jacob Montanez4 years ago in Fiction
A little copper wire
A little copper wire Manik was shouting that the listener of the newspaper is Jayant. He is lying in an easy chair with his eyes closed. Signs of annoyance on his face. There is no novelty in any news. The killers are killing in that old way. Thieves also invent new ways to steal
By Nikhil Bhowmik4 years ago in Fiction
