Fantasy
Apollo's Daughter
In my life, I have gathered that there are years where summer is a bright afternoon, stretching her paws in patches of sunlight, full of sliced oranges and floating breezes and sweet honey. And there are years where summer feels like deep midnight; brimming with rolling thunderstorms, the feeling of the earth as your toes dig into dark, rich soil, and the tartness of pomegranate dripping down your chin. This was a year of midnight summer.
By Carly Wanner-Hyde4 years ago in Fiction
Return Of The Night Owl
This story begins with our main character Benjamin who lives in Hartford Connecticut. Ben is fascinated with human evolution and how far we’ve gotten technologically, Ben is fixated on the fact that once upon a time in humanities not so distant past, we communicated in a more organic manner. We had none of the mobile devices and communication capabilities we have today. 20 years ago we hoped our friends were home when we called, or else we would have to wait until they got home to call us back. We also had to wait for our favorite Tv shows to come on and if we missed an episode, we would pray for a rerun, which is a lot different today, seeing that one can nowl unlimitedly stream their favorite TV shows and movies.
By Willie J Stinson4 years ago in Fiction
Beyond Oakalo - The Adventures of a Young Witch
It was midnight. The crisp wind howled, and the murky clouds hid the bright full moon. I sat upright in my bed, filled with the chilling feeling of intense worry and anxiety. Cold air from the outside leaked through the large cracks in my walls. I shivered in the unpleasant draft that took over my dark surroundings. Unable to get a wink of sleep, I busied myself by glancing around my hut. It wasn’t what it used to be. All I saw was ashes, rubble, and ruin. The majority of my possessions had been burned, and the rest had been crushed or stolen. My hut used to be my happy place; it was cozy, colorful, and peaceful and it let me escape from the world. Not anymore. It was now cold, dirty and crumbling and being inside of it made me feel utterly hopeless. Our Planet Oakalo was not in a good state. The magic belonging to witches and wizards was becoming weaker by the second, and our animals were dying harsh and helpless deaths. Everyone who was able was desperately trying to mend our destroyed planet, but it seemed impossible. No spell, potion or charm could have possibly reversed the unimaginable damage done to our Planet Oakalo. I was just an ordinary witch, but something deep inside my heart told me that it was my responsibility to help. I just wasn’t sure how, not yet at least. Just as I was about to place my head on my uncomfortable pillow, a giant gust of frigid wind slapped me in the face right after it slammed open my rickety door, ripping it from it’s rusty hinges. A large silhouette stood before me, getting bigger and scarier by the second. A rush of fright burst up my spine and alerted all my muscles. My feet felt hot, as if ready to run away, into the deep, dark night. I heard the bats flapping their shadowy wings, and the werewolves growling fiercely. My heart nearly pounded out of my chest, and my breathing became heavy and loud. Was it him? Was he back? I knew better than to scream. My body was shaking, but my gut was telling me ‘step into the moonlight. It’s alright, it’s alright…’ I was practically one hundred percent sure that it was absolutely not alright, but I had to trust my gut. I pulled my thick cloak over my head, hiding my pale skin and bright blue eyes. I crept out of my creaky bed and stepped into the moonlight, away from the shadows. I was standing in the center of my hut, illuminated by the moonlight that was pouring through my door. This was the moment. The moment where my wild adventure began and my life changed… forever.
By Avery Durand4 years ago in Fiction
The Barn Owl, the Spider-Being, and the Dreamer
Always awake and asleep like the moon, an Owl hovers above the City, and a constant Eye above Humankind. From her solar plexus emits a reality higher than those commonly agreed upon- a battery inside of flesh, a god hidden amongst humans, in a relentlessly human world. What do they decide about physics today? What is the new element they have conquered, in all its radiance, in broad daylight? What will they speak of today’s suffering, tomorrow?
By Kyria Kora4 years ago in Fiction
The Return of the Defenders
It was getting late. Though the sky displayed a myriad of colour, with the growing shadows came a sense of foreboding. A nervous hush fell upon the forest, the only movement coming from the wind blowing through the leaves, and the day-dwellers scurrying for sanctuary. It had been this way for as long as Gaeryll could remember.
By J.C. Winter4 years ago in Fiction
The Maw and The Misaligned
The world opened its ugly maw and out flew the dark of night. Fast as a wolf on a desperate hunt, it rounded the pale blue corners of the sky with startling speed and hunger. Swallowing the day, it gulped down every trace of warmth the sun had generously donated. It stole away the warm oranges of sunset with one exhale, blanketed the evergreens in grey with a look, and wiped the clearly lit path away to leave the wanderer lost.
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Fiction
Lasting Impressions
Eryn sighed as she closed her bedroom door. She went to her bed and sat down on the edge. “Where did things go wrong? I used to love going to my school, I had lots of friends. Now no one gives a crap about me anymore. I get that I’ve been distant, who wouldn’t be. My best friend died! Or do furry friends not matter? Patches had been with me since I was born. I lost his collar which saddens me even more. On top of that, I have a horrible History teacher this year. I know I’m not the confident person I used to be, I don’t know if I will ever be that confident anymore. I'm just so tired of pretending to be ok. I don’t know what to do. It’s Friday and I will spend another weekend all alone.” She thought.
By Charise Leung4 years ago in Fiction
Last Avarice
In a land left unscarred by the foul things that walk the Earth, there lay a forest still replete with the powers of old. The beasts who dwelt there knew nothing of the troubles beyond their insular lives and answered only to the call of their inner selves. Here, under the dark shroud of the starlit Heavens and the gentle light of the ascended Moon, the land was ruled by a King.
By Nic Senger4 years ago in Fiction
