Fantasy
The Owl of Athena
When I wake up each morning, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I keep telling myself that I am a fighter and don’t give up. Each day is like a battle for me, as I continue to face new challenges and obstacles. It’s almost like a never-ending war, but the war is not just with others but it’s also with me. About 6 months ago I suffered a traumatic injury while playing soccer, I was going for the goal when out of the blue one of the rival players kicks both my feet right from under me, and I landed in the worst way possible. The minute I heard the snap when I hit the ground, I knew it was bad. At first the doctor said I would make a full recovery within 2 months but after resting for a while and taking it easy there hadn’t been any signs of improvement. He then told me that sometimes it is very rare to not recover as fast as most other people. I then asked him what are the chances of me making a full rec before the start of the new season? He has no idea what to tell me because he’s never had a patient like me before with this problem. All he tells is that we will just have to take it one day at a time and see what happens. That answer is something that I could not accept. Because this upcoming year is where I could be looked at by future colleges to play soccer on a full scholarship. It’s been a big dream of mine to play soccer in college just like my sister who plays for Vanderbilt University in Nashville, Tennessee.
By Joanna Blaze4 years ago in Fiction
On Top of Her Head
It’s such a shame that the western world has lost touch with what cannot be seen. Especially when it comes to our health, as most of the body cannot be seen by the naked eye. Sometimes the answer to our questions can be so simple if we open up our minds and hearts and tap back into that sacred knowledge.
By Monica Medic4 years ago in Fiction
Dawn
Crickets chirping, the smell of fresh cut grass, apples falling from the trees. I was as happy as Santa Claus after a hot chocolate and three chocolate chip cookies. I could not wait to get to the barn and play with baby Justine. She was born on a wet Friday evening. Her mother was quite a squealer sometimes from sunup to sundown. The constant sound made me scream, Just Stop Just Stop! So, when we found out she was pregnant I said I will name the first girl Just Stop Justine or just, Justine.
By LaTonya Falls4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Mage
“I am Calliope Fogg, born under the Dragon Blood Moon of the Vernal Equinox in the sacred Mondovian forest of the kingdom of Rendreley. I am the daughter of Delilah Fogg, granddaughter of Zephinia Fogg. I am the keeper of the red flame and the last mage.”
By K. Wallace4 years ago in Fiction
Kalena's Wait
Kalena Wind stood anxiously looking out the open window at the bright, beautiful morning, and wondered about last night. She had seen the barn owl sitting in the tree last night, just as the elders had said was possible. What does it mean though? Seeing an owl can be good, or bad. “Today is the most important day of my life,” Kalena thought. It must be good. It must.
By Kathy Whatley4 years ago in Fiction
A Beautiful Burial
A Beautiful Burial Songbirds sang their declarations in the late afternoon, dancing over the calm river in the hopes of impressing their future lover. The blue sky was decorated with fluffy clouds, which gave a few moments of reprieve from the summer sun as they moved through their own sea.
By Sophia Barbour4 years ago in Fiction
Get a load of this monster.
The nights were long and cold. Samantha spent many days and nights asking herself what she had done wrong or what she could have done differently. The days grew short, and the nights grew long. She stopped going to school and work. Samantha spent all of her time fixing up what little space she had in the barn. Being kicked out of her dad's house wasn't even the worst part of her journey. She had gotten kicked out because of her new stepmom, Katie. The worst part of her journey was losing all of her close friends and family members. She especially missed her sweet, caring, and compassionate mother.
By Ceo Of Dying4 years ago in Fiction
O. W. L
I can admit, I’ve never really given much thought to the outer world. The people outside of these walls, I assume, are resistant to change, to stepping into the future, and adjusting to the new normal. But, who am I to judge? They are free to do as they please as are we. There are stories and occasional whispers of a growing disdain to our way of life, yet I can’t seem to fathom why. We’ve chosen peace, a haven from the chaos that existed before I was even born. For whatever dissatisfaction they encounter in their lives, surely it has nothing to do with us.
By Luna Jupiter4 years ago in Fiction
Between the Roots
The smell of earth clung to the stifling summer air as I ascended the mountain trail. As the path became steeper, my feet kept sliding on the muddy rocks and I had to cling to the roots sticking out of earthen walls to keep from falling. As I sat on the stone ruin halfway up the mountain, the sun was just beginning to ease over the opposite mountain ridge. I knelt on the familiar stones, feeling their carved surfaces and running my hands through the cracks in the foundation as I watched the leftover puddles from the afternoon rain refract the sun. The town glistened in shades of gold, pink, and red as if it were on fire.
By Allyson Alvis4 years ago in Fiction
