Fantasy

It's Not the End of the World (Chapter 1)
Summary: [Escaped demon Tarnish is just trying to live their life peacefully as a small town reporter. Albeit, a reporter that sometimes has an embarrassing habit of absorbing nearby citizens. Whatever their crimes, they certainly didn't deserve the god of justice smashing into their life with all the decency of a bullet.
By Corwynna4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 18: The Hovel
Ralph's large body shifted and Sarah's eyes opened to a wall of white fur. She tried to wiggle away from Ralph's heavy arm but she could not move the arm from her. Ralph's heaving chest rocked Sarah softly with each breath he took. With a snort and a rumbling snore, he woke himself up. He looked down his snout like nose to see Sarah's dark eyes looking up at him.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Damsels
An inviting warm beam pierces through the singular narrow window of the dreary concrete cell, disturbing the peaceful slumber of the inhabitant. Two long legs swing over the edge of the foam mattress and gnarled feet stomp onto the floor with enough force to make the small beam dance against the slate wall. A woman unfurls from her coiled position in the corner stretching her arms over her head. Her fists scrape against the unfinished ceiling causing debris to crumble over her matted brown hair. After extending and cracking her lengthy spine, she slumps over and hugs her growling stomach.
By Genesis Gonzalez4 years ago in Fiction
The Fox's Fire Heart
Silence. Not exactly what you want to hear on top of a mountain. Silence is the eerie sound of death fast approaching. I felt Samson shivering with fear beside me as we heard intruders come through the mountain pass.
By Catherine Guillotte4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Family
I'm cooking breakfast when my small cabin suddenly starts lifting off the ground. Thankfully, it's made from one of those Amish-built sheds, so it's capable of being lifted without falling apart. Though, as I live in Kansas, I can't help but feel like I'm about to see the Wizard of Oz or something.
By Nate Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Moonrise.
The deafening silence fell over the cold, cracked ground like dry snow. Any sound that dared to make a dent in the earth could be heard for miles. Suddenly, the earth started to move and the dense trees in the forest rumbled in their roots. Out of the dark green brush, Madelyn Danby sprints forcefully towards the clearing. She looks back at the old red barn with the rusted doors and sees her pet owl, Arlo dart into the sky. She takes a deep breath as she sees his ivory feathers paint the night. His sapphire eyes glimmer in the moonlight. It’s almost time. His talons cut through the thin air as he heads towards the clearing. Clasped gently in his beak is the emerald necklace. Even from 50 ft below, Madelyn can still see it shine. She hears the loud footsteps of the two men catching up to her. She doesn’t have much time. Her lungs are on fire and her bare feet are raw from running against the frozen sticks and pine needles that cake the forest floor. “Get her! We can’t let her get away again!” She hears one of the men shout to the other. Time is of the essence. She’s almost to the clearing, but she might not have enough time once she gets there. She could cast a spell, but they aren’t quite close enough. No, it’s too risky. The spell could bounce off something and hit an animal or rebound on her. Madelyn’s long brown hair sticks to her cheeks as she runs for dear life. “1, 2, 3, 4…” She starts counting her steps, counting down until she makes it to the clearing. It’s something her sister, Evelyn does…did.
By Megan C4 years ago in Fiction
In Fire, she lives
The first time his luminous eyes saw her, she was crying. Only a child, she startled him as she ran into the barn late one afternoon. She flopped down on a pile of hay, burying her tear-soaked face into her hands.
By Amanda McGuire4 years ago in Fiction
Bunny in Arcadia
As the moon crested in the black sky, only the silent twinkle of stars and wisps of clouds joining it on this night, a woman appeared at the end of the lane of houses. This lane was lined with identical houses with well kept lawns and flower beds. There was no nonsense here, and this woman most certainly wouldn’t be welcomed here if the inhabitants were awake. She limped down the lane, her left hand hanging limply and dripping blood down it and in her right arm was a baby bundled in a blanket that was a reflection of the night sky. This woman wore gauntlets, heavy metal boots, a chest plate and under the armor was a blood red dress that was torn and dirty. She had one eye closed against the blood dripping down her face into her eye from her hair line. Her sunset-colored curls were matted with blood, ash, and dirt. She stopped at the end of the walkway of number thirteen and hobbled up to the stairs. She looked down at the baby in her arms and smiled gently.
By Miranda Mondl4 years ago in Fiction
Souls Adrift
My home is so beautiful at sunrise. The land is at peace. The entire forest, adjacent to the town I’m from, is littered with songs of the birds as the sun's rays pierce through the trees. Most of the animals hide throughout the night & rejoice once they can frolic. Deers, bears, mountain lions, foxes, & all sorts of game live in this beautiful place. The forest is also home to an ancient creature my people have fought for thousands of years. The creature stands about 20 feet tall, has massive wings, & breathes out fire at will. My people, due to living close to this creature, over the centuries became a warrior clan.
By Richard Lee Scruggs III4 years ago in Fiction
The Heeded Call
WHOOO! WHOOO! Every night, I could hear that sound from the dilapidated house down the road. Every night without fail. WHOOO! WHOOO! I sometimes couldn’t sleep at night, hearing that dreaded sound. Some nights it kept me up, some nights it met me up. I can’t say it was actually the owl that was the cause of my insomnia. I remembered as a child my great-grandmother used to say the sound of a barn owl hooting at night was a signal for death. Lord knows I didn’t need any more of that to come my way. With all I had lost in the last year, I wanted to just move forward and life to be the same again.
By Tara Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Dinner Demon
”Hello,” said the demon affably, “I will be your curse for this evenings main course.” “What,” I stammered, quick on the uptake. “I am quite sure I ordered all my wishes granted with a side order of affluenza,” I finished, trying to hide from the demon behind my napkin.
By Richard Thompson4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 17: The Boarding School
Marcus laid in his bed as the sun rose. Another day at the hands of the nuns was not something he was looking forward to. He pulled on his trousers and shirt. The snow was lofting down and landed on the branches of the evergreens outside. He laced up his worn out shoes and went to find Jade so he could start his daily chores.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction