Fantasy

Full Moon Transformation
I huddled on the straw in the cold barn in fetal position. It was the full moon, the time of transformation. My greed and desire for love had created my own awkward and somewhat painful metamorphosis. Love gone wrong had become a self inflicted curse. The nature and power of my own forces betraying me, had drawn me into the darkness of this once a month spell. I would lie upon the golden palette in my infant like state. I watched my fingers turn into talons. The hair on my skin altered into soft plush down. Feathers evolved where there had once been appendages. My eyes would dilate and my neck vertebrae loosen to facilitate the new nearly 360 degree rotation. My voice was lost except for the who, whooing of its new short and deepened tone. I flew up to the rafters where there was an opening and I could begin my quest for food. The changing of my body from human form to animal had made me ravenous. I would remain in this state until the next full moon when I again would articulate a change back into my being as a human. Human, they say, as if it is some great thing! I was a more gentle, kinder creature as a barn owl than I was as the human body I inhabited on a part time basis.
By Pamela Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Chouette
Don Kouris stopped dead in his tracks when he realized what he was seeing. Three thugs from his university football team: Aaron Frick, Ben Huber, and Josh Smith. They were beating up a young man he didn’t recognize. Don just wanted to get to his car and drive home to his sister, but his car was between him and the altercation, which meant he’d have to run toward it. Maybe they wouldn’t notice him.
By Linda Burklin4 years ago in Fiction
Flight of the Owl
Idahol followed her master through the labyrinth of black trees lit only by a hint of moonlight. She felt the cool night air on whatever skin that wasn’t covered by the simple brown tunic that hung to her knees which she cinched at the waist with her sword belt. In the distance, she heard the hoot of an owl ring out to any creature within hearing distance. The sound mixed with the soft crunching of leaves and twigs underfoot as she walked. Each step onto the layers of dead leaves kicked up more of the earthy smell which permeated the forest.
By Glenn Whitlock4 years ago in Fiction
In Search Of Heaven
John is a famous citizen of the sinful world. Luxurious and indifferent young man! Lost in fun committed with beautiful beauties, relaxed, and bodybuilding is his favorite hobby. John earns millions of rupees but spends all the money on luxury. Living like a king, this young man is restless inwardly, despite so many wonderful and incomparably luxurious lives, something that makes him restless. He wants to leave Restless life and live in a new world.
By Habib Rana4 years ago in Fiction
The Perils of Cornelious Hook chapter 1
My mother Angela. now an angel. but once a clockmaker looked out at me only four at the time from inside her workshop. I run to her jumping up in her lap and begin to play with her long blonde hair.
By Marilyn Mortician4 years ago in Fiction
Memoir of The Last
“A…Noldorin elf?” Nash was more astonished by how the woman looked rather than what rare blood flowed through her veins. He had never seen a creature with such alluring, shimmering emerald eyes before––not to mention one of them looked cool to him with the scar over the blind eye. He was curious about the story about it. And how odd her ears were, indeed. Once he regained his state of mind, Nash forced himself to stop staring at her. “I never heard of that kind of elf before.”
By Chiharu Mei4 years ago in Fiction
Watch Me Live
“Frieda. Frieda!” I rubbed my eyes and found my friend shaking me. “Fritz?” “Are you awake?” He looked over his shoulder.
By Joy Muerset4 years ago in Fiction
Look Through the Eyes of Its Skull
Kill the beast, look through the eyes of its skull, and you will see the way home. That’s what the fae-mother told you in exchange for a memory and the pin in your hair. You don’t remember what you gave away, but you remember the tale she told you and the red arrow she placed in your pocket.
By Isaac Kaaren4 years ago in Fiction
Old Gods of the Ozarks
In the land of the mist and mountains, the old ones stayed true to themselves. While those of the Greeks got too caught up in interfering and taking on human appearance, the old gods of the Ozarks kept their natural form. They never asked to be worshiped; satisfaction to them came from maintaining the ways of nature. These old gods were weakened by progress, not forgotten as a religion. Some have not been seen in decades.
By Don Money4 years ago in Fiction
The Feeling of Flight
Now, normally, when your sibling tells you that you can fly and dares you to jump off the roof of the barn, you one hundred percent should not attempt to do that (and if your sibling tells you this, just say NO). However, I trusted my brother completely, so when he told me I had the ability to fly, I believed him.
By Darcy Lance4 years ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Wanted Dragons
As the brightest of light refracted through the large stained glass windows of the Northern Observatory, Arianna tip-toed gently along the edge of sunshine, careful not to fall fully into darkness or colored light. The chess board style flooring and tall, voluminous walls created a space which amplified the subtle tread of her ballet-shoed feet as she bounced along the shadows edges. The hard-toed shoes were a gift from her father.
By Sam4 years ago in Fiction
I + You = Me Ep. 1
When I call out for you, you are no where to be found. I wait here... Still waiting... Now that time as gone by I realize I put too much trust in you.
By Bea 4 years ago in Fiction