Fantasy
The Desperado Undead (4/20)
1 Amadeus lay asleep as Joel and Garrison fell into Hell, alone in bed for the first time in a long, long time. It was the best sleep he’d had since he met Elana, and he was having a dream he would remember from the night he had it to the day he died.
By Amadeus Wright4 years ago in Fiction
Son of Sacrament
DREAM ONE: Around her was darkness, the cold and enveloping embrace of her prison. She knew not her name, her purpose, or even her being. The only thing she could grasp onto was the knowledge that it was her thoughts, her mind that acted independently of this void. With a deep breath, she let even that slip. She was nothing, in this very moment it was as if she did not exist, but without warning or care, she was blinded by the light of reality.
By Harrison Bolton-Wade4 years ago in Fiction
Welcome to Kadyshi
For every Era of Peace, there is an Era of Darkness and War. It balances us, keeps us humble and meek. There was once a time when all five of my Kingdoms were full of joy, laughter, and love. My healing powers touched all and everyone was happy. My King was away fighting the battles of the world and my powers were much in abundance it healed his army anywhere in the world. There marked a great period..."The Great Peace"
By Quarshella Coles 4 years ago in Fiction
The Desperado Undead (3/20)
1 A man of average height and stature, not quite six foot and definitely not over one-hundred-eighty pounds, walked briskly down a concrete corridor. He was in a black suit with a white undershirt and a red tie. He had his long, blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and his dark brown eyes looked worried.
By Amadeus Wright4 years ago in Fiction
Salt in the Fire
Winter’s onset had yielded little snowfall but intense biting cold. Warden couldn’t remember the last time he had worn his shoes and buckskin coat to bed or spent most of his waking hours dangerously close to the fire. Cold was hardly something he noticed anymore; early in his childhood, his blood had thickened like tree sap against the mountain’s harsh winters. But this year, this winter, the nature spirits were restless. The pine branches buckled under the weight of their icy breath, crashing to the hard earth in the deepest part of the night, their death echoing in the following stillness. He would awaken with a start, his heart burrowed in his gut, sure the floor had given way beneath him.
By Brittany MacKeown4 years ago in Fiction
The Banishing
CHAPTER 1 Notes on an extract from Elder scroll 27: Translation 3. Long before this middle age of Wizardry, the people of the Elder days shared this world with Elves, Dwarves, the Fey and the Fell. The depredations and destruction wrought by demon kind and other Fell creatures made life a hazard and a tenuous thing.
By Bill Van Oosten4 years ago in Fiction
The Ocean Calls
She sat on the shores of the beach, letting the warm sand warm her tiny pale toes, listening to the splashing of the Ocean waves as it lapped up around her. The warm sun gently bleaching her hair as she sat motionless watching the seagulls swirl in the salty air.
By Neferitiri4 years ago in Fiction
The Desperado Undead (2/20)
1 Billy “The Kid” Henderson ran across the desert, and the NWO followed. He didn’t have time to admire the beauty of Joshua Tree, he knew they were likely over an hour behind him at this point, but he felt the need to keep running. Not literally, but he felt as though he was running. His two .357 revolvers with sandalwood grips and six-inch shining iron barrels which were holstered in two fine leather holsters. Each of which had beautiful engravings on them, the one on the right displayed the scarlet fields of Can’-Ka No Rey with The Dark Tower standing proudly in the middle, as well as Maturin the turtle and Sharidk the bear around it. On the left was Roland Deschane with his hands crossed over his Sternum with a rose in one hand and his revolver in the other, each of these displays being inspired by the story The Dark Tower by Stephen King, which was banned months after he finished it.
By Amadeus Wright4 years ago in Fiction
The power of the aura and hidden symbols
Lightning tore through the sky with unprecedented force, and the rain poured down in large drops that fell like shells from the sky. The water formed muddy ditches that looked like rivers, and the sea waves reached unprecedented proportions. It was good that the lighthouse was in the middle of the small island, and was spared by the elements. All the birds were huddled under the tiles of the small building and in the gaps of the old lighthouse, which seemed to be swept away at any moment by the extremely strong wind or by some thunder.
By Dimitar Atanasov4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Heru
The empire city Himaya (He-maya) stands as an ivory pearl set in the harshness of a desert. The city stretches out radially from the base of the great pyramid Himaya, the grandest Pyramid in all the dunian (world). A stone archway bridging two Obelisk marks the border of the Draja Kings Dwelling. Beyond the Archway the Yezwe bridge crosses over a moat that surrounds The Royal Commorancy. Once across the moat the Yezwe bridge becomes The Yezwe Path, an elevated pathway that leads to the Entrance at the Base of the Pyramid. Two smaller Pyramids sit on both sides of the Yezwe path just before the Entrance into Himaya.
By Ideji Onyx4 years ago in Fiction
