Fantasy
Perched
I sat perched on the red tin roof of tobacco stained barn eyeing my surroundings. I love the elevation here, sitting higher than everyone else down below. This spot allowed peace and quiet while also giving the perfect vantage point to spy on everyone at the bonfire below and their true intentions. My sister insisted on this party, ensuring that I would be able to see everything from up here. I could spy on Colton’s intentions to see if they were true or if he was just another horny teenage boy. It also gave me the perfect opportunity to see if Madison was truly a friend and not the enemy trying to keep me close.
By Darla Stone4 years ago in Fiction
Light as a feather
The warm summer night is busy. Wind howls around. It’s chaos pushing against me. Most would choose to fight this chaos. Demand a path with less to stand against. Afraid of the boxing gloves that awaits them once they wake up. But I am not the most, but rather the few. One of those that accepts this chaos as a part of them. Allowing me to take flight.
By Alex Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Rise of the Stalkers
Darkness surrounded them. A slight breeze swept through the leaves around a usually abandoned warehouse. Adon crept toward the west end of decrepit building. The rest of his group moved with him just as stealthily. Their role was to cause a distraction on the west end of the building. This distraction would allow the first group to make a silent entry and eliminate the slavers inside.
By Jonathon Moldovan4 years ago in Fiction
There was a Girl
Three months. It’s been three months since I was taken prisoner and locked in this tower. I know who my captor is, and when his war is finished, and he has killed all the innocents that are better than he, he will come for me, and he will make me his wife, his prisoner for life. Of course, that is what I’ve been told will be my eventual fate. Three months of my life has been stolen here. My 18th birthday, come and passed. My high school graduation, only weeks away, is just a dream now. By now, I’m sure the police, and my father, and the whole town will say that I am a missing person, and maybe they will say that I am dead. Lost in a winter storm, they’ll say as they shake their heads in disbelief, she was so young, what a dreadful shame. My father…my heart aches to think of him. What will become of him now?
By Ettalee Rose4 years ago in Fiction
The Surrender
How on earth could this keep happening to her? One thing after another when would enough ever be enough? She knew in her heart of hearts her destiny was waiting for her and this was all part of her journey …. If it didn’t kill her first! No one would forgive her for simply giving up, no one would forgive her for becoming bitter and twisted. To face so many adversities, to lose it all and to keep on smiling and believing in the greater good would seem almost impossible …. almost. She set down her challenge to the universe “Show me, Show me NOW what else is possible. Show me how to create the life I have worked so hard to achieve. Show me how to once and for all put an end to this Generational Karmic BS!! Enough is Enough, show me now what is possible. I demand it, I require it and I damm well deserve it” As she sat there on her knees, arms outstretched to the sky with tears streaming down her face, she felt every inch of her body surrender, every fibre of her being tired from the struggle, tired from juggling this life, the afterlife, the past lives, healing it ALL and manifesting the life she was dreaming of. Her hands fell to her knees and her head slumped forward there was nothing left to do but sit, just sit and surrender. This must all end here, I must protect my children and their children and their children’s children.
By Tascharna Mills4 years ago in Fiction
Athenas Revenge
Athena sat perched upon the stark white branches of the Elnie tree, its sweet aroma an indicator of the spring season.The city of Arna was pressed up against a mountain with a semi-circle shape, the castle firmly nestled into the protective rocks that shielded it from behind. She stared down at the gates of the city thoroughly guarded by men on the ground and on top, each one brandished with the crest of the golden leaf, A crest thoroughly burned into Athena’s memories. Tonight she was going to take the life of the king, the man who took everything from her. She was going to have to get creative if she wanted to get in. climbing up and over was out the guards patrolled to often and knocking one out would raise alarms. There is only one entrance and it is watched at all times. After staring intently at the walls for a time she had formulated a plan one that requires very precise timing. She Made her way beneath on of the guard posts along the side. From just beyond the trees she put her hands to the air and called forth her helper. Silver spirals zipped and swirled around her as they sparked and collided with each other. In front of her the form of an owl slowly came into view, it was a white owl larger than average. As it came fully into view its piercing yellow eyes shone in the dim moonlight, its silvery white feathers glistened as it spread its wings. Athena turned to the wall as the owl perched behind her awaiting its orders.
By Pixie Bean4 years ago in Fiction
The Sun and the Moon
In the beginning when the ancient ones were making all the creatures that would live on earth, the sun asked for a bird that would fly in the sky and keep him company. The ancient ones respected the sun so much they decided to make him a bird that would equal the sun in radiance. They gave his bird the gift of courage so that it could fly highest and closest to the sun without fear of being burned with sight that traveled as far as sunlight, and on the bird's chest were laid feathers the color of a sunset. And so it was, the hawk was born.
By Marie Knox4 years ago in Fiction
Grace and Her Guardian
Streaks of midnight blue stretched across the sky above a quaint little farmhouse. The wind hugs the trees as the leaves release the sounds of peaceful rustling. White fabric soars through the breeze as a young woman walks across the field to a small two-story house. Her white nightgown flows around her, giving her an angelic appearance. The paint is chipped from the harsh heat, and the wood is fractured, regardless, the structure provides a sturdy home. The woman stops walking and drops to her knees. Her chocolate brown wavy hair effortlessly flows behind her as she tilts her head up to the sea of stars. Tears stream down her olive skin, she looks up and pleads to the sky.
By Rachel Huron4 years ago in Fiction
