Fantasy
Wanderer
The screams of a rooster startle me awake. I can’t feel a thing… or rather I can feel everything. Every ache in every joint between every bone. I don’t think straw is anywhere near a good mattress stuffer. Stretching out the kinks in my body, a few of my bones sing their usual morning praises of cracks and pops. I rise from my nest of hay and dirt, dusting the filth from the fabric of my clothes. I can’t even remember feeling sleepy after my nightly chores. I don’t understand how I could’ve just fallen asleep in the horse’s breakfast. The rooster crows again.
By The Grim Weeper4 years ago in Fiction
Princess Lili
Princess Lili lived in Tibet in a golden castle, at the base of the expansive cascading Himalayan mountains adorned with snow. Lili was born into enormous wealth and privilege handed down from generation to generation, but this was of no concern to her. Lili’s parents were unusually down to Earth within this kind of opulence. They were unassuming in their fortune and encouraged Lili to practice the things in life she was passionate about, enjoyed and embraced which were her gardening and cooking. It’s hard to say which she enjoyed more, but they are so closely related to each other, it didn’t matter. These sacred places- the kitchen and garden- kept Lili grounded, humble and normal, and her parents 'Yin' and 'Yang' encouraged it. Lili also understood that most people liked to collect many material things when fortune was of this magnitude, but her parents didn't. They lived with minimal possessions. She knew that loving what we do, having trustworthy friends, a strong family unit and God, was where the real money was. Lili was only ten years old, but had the wisdom and maturity of a fifty year old. She also had a very vivid imagination. She had shimmering blue eyes and glossy, long wavy black hair and possessed the confidence of an army. She knew that money couldn’t buy those things.
By Lisa Stalvey4 years ago in Fiction
The Spirits Are With Me Here
My back arches with pleasure as my body grows warm. The dark ground is moist and fragrant. The nearby fire throws sparks up against the sky. I arch my back, my eyes reaching up towards the sky to sense the incredible curve of my spine where my back turns into my wide, round, juicy ass and hips.
By Kaia Maeve Tingley4 years ago in Fiction
OWL🦉 AND FRIENDS
Once there were three friends who always use to stay together. They are Sam, Daniel, John. Sam has a pet owl. They used to call him Wizard because he was an expert in magics. He has some superpower to tell what is gonna happen in the future and he can also understand humans' language can also speak. And he has also proved this many times. These were his specialties. Wizard has also a story behind how he became the pet, Sam. He was sitting on a branch in daylight and was being sleepy suddenly an Eagle attacked him and fell, badly injured. Sam was passing from there and he brought the owl to his home. He treated him and take care of him. He decided to keep the owl with as a pet and when his friends came to know about this both were very happy. They also started to come to Sam's house to see the owl. One day when they had not prepared for the test, they all were too worried about the test then the owl tell them, not too very their test will get canceled when they reach school and the same happened. As they reached the school they came to know that the test got canceled. They were very happy and as the day goes on they identify with this power. they were super surprised and the kindest thing was Sam picked him up at his home when he was injured without knowing about his superpower. But as time goes on they started using it in the wrong way and this could take a shape of a big thunderstorm for others. As they were taking this in bad form after some days the owl died. They felt very bad as he was helping them out with every single thing and now it become so hard for them to handle all the stuff by themselves.
By Vishesh Vats4 years ago in Fiction
Thaj and the Storm
He walked along the place he called home. He placed his hand upon the trunk of the tree whose bark was a deep rich brown the same as his eyes and smooth skin. He sat down and place his back to the old oak where his parents met and breathed in the earthy smell of familiar. He heard the chirping of the papa bird building his nest for his family in the branches of the oak and tilted his head back against the trunk to watch. He ran his tongue over his full lips and tasted the sweet blueberries that he picked from the bushes along his favorite trail leading to this spot to snack on not too long ago. “Oak; what is it I’m missing?” His deep voiced matched the thunder that sounded as a response. Thaj looked up to the sky and saw the storm clouds approaching. He didn’t attempt to move; this was is most comforting spot in this world, his domain.
By Lacey Rose4 years ago in Fiction
It's Familiar
Knock! Knock! Knock! There was an urgent banging on the door that startled Zephyr whilst she was peacefully writing away in her personal journal. It’s a task that she had been performing since her own thirteenth birthday when her mother gave her a set of journals. These she would one day entrust to her own babe, the one that was rapidly growing inside her. They were entrusted to the female babes on their thirteenth birthdays. These tomes also imparted the wisdom of those that came before them and explained to the young lass everything she would need to know regarding “the change”. From the changes to her body, to the harnessing of her newly enabled powers, all was laid bare in those pages. So too were spells for the young witch. “What is it now?” she snapped. “You know I do not wish to be disturbed during my writing time!”, exclaimed Zephyr. A somewhat frantic voice responded from the other side of the door. “Milady, I understand and do apologize, but there’s something going on in the square and I do believe that you and the mister need to be prepared. Don’t you hear the bells?”. It was Humphrey, her husband Sebastian, the Governor’s footman. Zephyr paused to listen and gasped, “That was five bell tolls. Oh my! I really believed, well hoped, that things were changing for the better around here.” Zephyr shook her head and asked Humphrey if she knew where the Sebastian was. Humphrey replied, “I’m afraid madam, that the Governor has locked himself away in his office.”
By Claude Rushia 4 years ago in Fiction
To Frisk the Feathers of Oath
Feathers Do Not Fight the Wind for Flight There is a place where extraordinary actions took hold. Thus, earning its locus amongst the rest. A daring cliff holding grand posture that to a mortal soul with eyes of greed, overlooking fear, the man would build their home to their god. However, this particular being wasn’t the first having capabilities to see their wisdom etched into stone. Feathers do not fight the wind for flight.
By Anastasia Rice4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Owl
Lightning lashed the earth like a crackling whip as the sound of galloping horses thudded on the thick snow like a ruthless hurricane. The thunder snarled as several faint silhouettes of men on horseback meandered through the trees, weaving through the dense woods like sharks in a kelp forest. Peering through her binoculars, Ayla pressed herself against the windowsill get a better look at the strange figures. She prayed it wasn’t what she thought it was…
By Rushil Chaudhari4 years ago in Fiction
Coincidence & Fate
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Joyce cried out, dropping the box in her arms. She flashed a sheepish smile as she stumbled backward from the body before her, forging for her footing on the busy sidewalk. The body was that of a boy, Ori, who quickly collected himself and turned to the girl. Though, his shy nature kept him from looking at anything other than her feet, which were neatly dressed in simple and clean black flats.
By Katie Schumann 4 years ago in Fiction
