Fantasy
The Forest of the Owls
The night of the new moon is when magic is darkest, when evil’s eyes can see into the souls of all beings. There is one place on this earth that evil will walk confidently with a name long forgotten. Frolicking and dancing with an icy breath whose stench can be discovered briefly before it’s too late. Satan himself would tread lightly upon the decay of this ancient forest floor. People call this place the Forest of Owls. How this came to be is a sad tale that has been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years, never wavering far from the original. It’s been told thousands of times.
By Margaret Buckwalter4 years ago in Fiction
Trial One: The Hatching Grounds
Trial One: The Hatching Ground. The two dragons, Kyro and Marobi lay sprawled in the darkened sand. They hold, close, a damaged egg. A vessel for their unborn child. They both speak soft prayers in light of the purple moon. It’s been hours now; the sand brings an unnatural warmth to their bellies, a welcome comfort in the frigid morning air. Marobi has gone with little sleep, Kyro’s wounds still ache. Then something pouring into the valley overcomes the two, a familiar aura pulls at their bones. Dragons from all around returning to the Hatching Ground.
By The Trials of White Scale4 years ago in Fiction
The Betrayal of a Barn Owl
The brisk night air flows throughout the plumage that decorates my wings. I glide effortlessly through the branches and trees. Careful to not hit a single one. The moon shines a muted yellow. Much like the teeth of the man who lives in the cabin near my home. My heart is pounding. I keep a lookout for my prey. I see small mice and creatures. I hear insects scuttling along the bark of nearby trunks. Creatin a rhythmic soundtrack to my hunt. What I am after is much larger than any of these meager meals. I stretch my four toes. I have been airborne for quite some now. Perhaps a small snack would be a welcome break.
By Niki Stark4 years ago in Fiction
My Bird's Eye View
It was night-time. The yellowing glow of a harvest moon illuminated the countryside. Pin pricks of light millions of years old dotted the cloudless black/blue sky. I was staring down from on high into a gently swaying sea of corn. My heart was beating more rapidly than it had any right to. Below, the slightest movement attracted my attention, and my head jerked around to focus on the cause. A field mouse was scampering up a stalk to feast on an ear of corn. The stem rocked slightly under the tiny creature’s movement, and it was this which had caught my eye. Suddenly, I was plummeting, swooping towards the ground with alarming speed, my heart now racing impossibly fast. The small rodent was my only focus, appearing larger, almost magnified in my vision. In seconds I was grasping out with razor sharp talons, plucking the creature from its perch, then soaring upwards with one push from powerful wings, levelling out to land high on a nearby tree. The mouse was already dead, pierced by my deadly claws when I began ripping its still warm flesh from the bones. Then grabbing the whole carcass in my beak and swallowing, feeling my throat constricting, squeezing it down, then...
By Phil Tennant4 years ago in Fiction
Soraya
Soraya peered cautiously around the heavy timber doorframe. Thick carpet along the hall muffled the conversation raging between her father and the newly arrived stranger below. Another stranger, another row. He’d been rougher looking than the others, with a heavily bandaged shoulder. She shrugged. Her father’s battles were not her concern, not any more.
By Rebecca Hogan4 years ago in Fiction
The Fyrehund
On a cold winter night, the biting storm winds are barely held at bay by a makeshift lean-to, the traveler looks through his bags, only confirming that which he already knew, that his rations were used up long ago, now he looks for something, anything to cook or eat to calm his aching stomach, and all he sees is his loyal companion, Boy. The traveler knew what he must do in order to survive, but he did not like it. He waited, hours passed as he tried to wait out the blizzard, eventually he relented to his ever-growing hunger. Eventually he called Boy over and gave him a hug, slowly pulling out his dagger, wanting to savor every last second with Boy. As he plunged deep into Boy’s heart, Boy let out a booming howl, as he gave his life for the traveler. He ate well that night, and he safely made it home to his family, regretful of what he did that night in the blizzard.
By Jasper Joniec4 years ago in Fiction
Rayne In Hell
Rayne had just turned 14, he was looking out the window of the car while his foster mother drove him to his new school yet again. This was the 5th school this past year and he wasn’t sure if he’d make any friends. He started to zone out and think about how he got accepted into the school, it was a day like no other. It was shining out, summer had just started. He was sitting outside on his porch with an ice cream bar, hoping his foster dad’s work had kept him all day long so he wouldn’t have to deal with him when an owl appeared next to him on his porch with a letter in his mouth. Rayne took the letter, seeing it was addressed to him, and opened the letter to read it.
By Myles Strucker4 years ago in Fiction
Raptor
The moonlight sat neatly upon the tops of the trees. The white gleam was in perfect contrast with the dark, starry blanket of the night sky. Each orb shone brightly as it hung delicately above. All life had welcomed the soothing calm that this night had brought and surrendered its all to the dark's cool embrace. But the wind blew ominously beneath the illuminated canopy. The trees concealed a secret. Death was hanging in the air.
By David Lanter4 years ago in Fiction
