Fantasy
The Night of Owl
As the sun sets behind moving slopes, the little ranch gets comfortable for the evening. The chickens have perched in their coop, the cows have set out toward the animal dwelling place, the pigs are settled in their pen, and the sheep clustered together in the field. Be that as it may, not every person on the ranch is gone to bed as of now. Sluggish eyes squint as the Barn Owl is simply awakening. Tired wings stretch and fold however make no commotion. The wind blows through the breaks in the wood that make up the animal dwelling place dividers. In the most elevated crossbeam of her man-made den, the Barn Owl peers down to the quietness of the straw-covered stable floor. Not a sound can be heard, other than the breeze whistling through the sheets, and regardless of how small of a sound there could be, you can be certain she would hear it.
By Rumzz Bajwa 4 years ago in Fiction
Athena's Wood
The night is quiet and still, just as I have asked it to be. A cool breeze wafts through the clearing, rustling leaves and filling the air with the comforting sound of a forest at rest. I sit patiently amongst the branches, enjoying the silence as I wait for my beloved. I have taken the form of a barn owl this evening. I believe it will amuse her. I hear the hitch of her breath before I see her; she has been crying recently, tonight has not been easy.
By Aurora Ryder4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 24: Determined
Morning came and went. Sarah woke to the noon sun's rays. She rolled over in her bed and her muscles stung and her arms rebelled against use. Still she rose and painfully reached for her quiver and she scuffled to the kitchen and seated herself in her favorite chair. No one seemed to be around and no movement could be detected.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
A Tuesday in Time - 2
Usually, when we bring a Timebound into the City we bring them in through the Flower Quarter, because the overwhelmingly pleasant atmosphere tends to wow and awe people, making them slightly more malleable and less prone to having hysterics. Mind you, taking a walk through the FQ on a regular Saturday after brunch, you are probably going to see at least one or two people in tears of confusion, or hurling questions at a harassed looking Warden, or just babbling incoherently. But most of the newcomers merely look shocked and dazed and maybe even a little delighted.
By Margie Keith4 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams (7)
I haven’t talked to Noah for about a week now, he’s been avoiding me ever since I brought up the name Drussela. I don’t understand why he ran off like that. I think that maybe it is an ex’s name or something. I want to ask him but whenever he sees me he goes in the opposite direction. I've been alone without him, no one to really talk to and vent to. I can talk to Savannah but she’s always been judgy and mostly wants to talk about herself. Sitting on the couch pondering what I could have done wrong. I grab for a book to try to stop my mind from racing. Suddenly I get cold and get shivers. It's 95 degrees out, the sun shining and not a cloud in the sky, why am I cold.
By Kristina Brule4 years ago in Fiction
