Fantasy
The Black Witch
"Do you swear before the twelve gods to hold faithful to this union?" Asked the priestess. The almost rhetorical question reverberated through the temple. For an instant I could see the disdain buried in her deep hazel eyes. "I swear to them and the three above them." The scripted response cut through my vocal cords and grated against my throat. The priestess softened her gaze as she turned to my soon to be bride. The repeated question now came out with an infliction that was only an emphasis a way from a joke. "Do you swear before the twelve gods to hold faithful to this union?"
By Caleb Wagner4 years ago in Fiction
An Albino's Grief
Chapter 1 An Albino’s Greif The night breeze was welcoming upon the petite girl's face as she sat in a balcony gazing at the waning moon hovering in the night sky above the city of Feywing, a metropolis where many came to learn at the Feywing Academy of Magical Arts. Even when night fell, the metropolis was still bustling in the moonlight. Gently, she pushed up her spectacles, which had begun to slide off her nose; the night breeze tugging on her thigh-length skirt. Every night she enjoyed the view over the metropolis with a book before slinking off to her dorm room, where she usually dealt with her roommate’s scandalous greetings. A sigh came from her as she pondered how Catalina would rile her up this time, whether she deliberately meant to or not.
By Justin Young4 years ago in Fiction
The Messenger
It's pieces of the Nevermore that are falling outside my window, fluttering down from the skies and tapping against the glass. It keeps me distracted, but in the most familiar way. The variety of distraction that eventually ends up focusing itself on the subject matter that wants to be addressed. The pitter patter of ice against the windows that is covering the ledge in frost, inviting me to get lost in between their soft layers of winter.
By Eric V. Maanen4 years ago in Fiction
What Shadows Come
As the wind howled through the trees and the rain came down in sheets, I crashed my way through the woods back to the cottage. Usually, I make my way to the old hollow on the full moon to gather herbs. My grandmother taught me as a child that the full moon was the best time to gather herbs from the hollow. Unfortunately, this time my journey was not fruitful. Halfway there, this storm started up. I had thought I had enough time. Apparently, I was wrong.
By Kelli Stevens4 years ago in Fiction
The Belly of the Beast
Rain loved her name. It rained often in Meeran and she was often in it, running here and there throughout the city. She had become accustomed to being called things other than her given name of course. Most of the time they were expletives or broad assumptions like ‘little boy’. It wasn’t common to see a young female Lithegar messenger in the city, and her outward appearance didn’t help her any. She was small for her age. At eighteen she had the youthful build of an adolescent, half the height of most men her age but less delicate than most women. Her rosy cheeks were well hidden by the soot that plagued the corners of the poor districts in Meeran; but that only made her golden eyes stand out all the more. The combination of her stature and unmistakable eye color had kept her in the illegal messenger profession for longer than she should have been.
By Justin Beebe4 years ago in Fiction
Eye for an Eye
I awoke in a daze. The taste of something coppery and wet was in my mouth. The smell of dust was heavy in my nostrils. There were screams becoming more audible as I became more orientated. I heard the deep growl and quickly rolled to my right. The vicious jaw of the Dragon slammed into the ground. Hoisting myself up, I witnessed its gigantic teeth scratching marks into the dry earth. I picked up my shield that lay near me. The beast snorted and sent dust all around.
By Savannah K. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
