Fantasy

Looking into the Abyss
Night had usually come in long wisps of pastel. Tangerine and salmon bleeding together until they fell away into dusty rose and, finally, the deep indigo-black of the ocean. Night had usually come in on the soft rush of waves, the wind carrying in a fine spray that glittered beneath the street lights. Night had usually come in like a dream. But not that night.
By Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 15: The Council
The night was full of activity at the cabin. The boys sat near the fire as they listened to the adults talking at the table. The wind had lessened and the snow had stopped once Sarah and Ralph ran into the forest. The Yeti's were in pursuit of the beast pushing him in the opposite direction of Ralph's and Sarah's trail. Jack arrived and Jamison greeted him at the door.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
The Dead Body in the Hotel Room
It was May 1, 2020. A hotel security officer of the Cohen Hotel in Orlando knocked on the door of room 362. The guest in the room was supposed to check out of the room that morning at 11:00 AM. There was no answer at the door, but the television was on. It could be heard through the door. The security guard knocked on the door again, a little louder. Still, no answer.
By Marcus F Miller4 years ago in Fiction
A Mystical Night
Running wild through the forest for the first time, breaking free from the human chains that held her for so long for all those years. Ebony was free. Shackles cracked open, as her ankles felt the sunshine warming them like never before and her breathtaking wings opened out like the floodgates of life, unfolding her natural born gifts, exposing her inner light that had been in darkness all her life, uncrumpling the dusty flight into eternity.
By Rebecca Malins4 years ago in Fiction
Reaper and the Owls
Reaper and the Owls Jumping from shadow to shadow, a lone dark figure makes its way across the field to a nearby barn. Inside the structure darkness pervades, allowing the Grim Reaper a place of refuge. Two thousand years of skulking in the shadows, taking souls and ending lives has become a burden he can no longer carry. The barn is filled with equipment. Tractors, saws, and axes. Implements of a B grade horror film waiting to be filmed. The Reaper stares at the farm implements and ponders to the darkness.
By Kipp Martines4 years ago in Fiction
The Private Lives of Werewolves, Pt. 2
After Sevora and Aindrias went to grab something to eat in the area, a mournful silence descended over the Sobel home, though Lucien always knew where Jace was in the house with the sound of his heartbeat. Sevora let Lucien and Jace know that, for the first two weeks, Jace would not be able to visit Lucien at the Bridgebane Chalet. Spouses tended to hover while their counterparts were settling in with the pack, and it added unneeded stress for the newborn. Lucien could understand that, just like he understood why Sevora and Aindrias were taking so long to get their food—they were giving him and Jace time to talk and say their goodbyes.
By C. N. McKinnie4 years ago in Fiction
In Vino Victoria
What she could have said, given a flash of inspiration — what Acacia might have wished she had said — was something along the lines of: “Give me the unusual, bartender.” Not merely to distinguish herself by not citing a moth-eaten cliché, but because she needed to wander off the marked trail on that warm spring evening in Denver, Colorado.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Of the earth
We have a choice to make. It is a decision that will infinitely change the course of direction you are traveling. It doesn't have to be a conscious choice and in that the system tears us apart. Those chosen must rise. Those who refuse the third eye are betrayed by the enemies behind the smoke screens and deceiving mirrors. The power is within the choice. The power is within all the answers that will always remain inside.
By Samuel Bitner4 years ago in Fiction
Living in a Fantasy
One day, not too long ago, I awoke early in the morning. I found myself in a life I no longer wanted. It was a life of boredom and misery. I was trapped in a nightmare, in a place I did not want to be, with a person (a beast) I did not love. But there was no physical escape to be had.
By Rhonda M Marrone4 years ago in Fiction
The Wishbinder
The Wishbinder By P.N.Holland He leaned over his computer and smiled. Finally, the story’s finished. He rose from the desk feeling like a load had been lifted. A walk would be just the thing. Out of his room and into the hall he grabbed his coat and hat and scanned the room.
By Neil Holland4 years ago in Fiction
Anthi's and M's Wedding
Please note that Goddess Athena’s olive garden is somewhere in the photo above! Welcome Dear Guests and Readers to Anthi’s and M’s Wedding!
By Patrick M. Ohana4 years ago in Fiction
Cowboy Bob and the Inter Dimensional Drive
Cowboy Bob and the Inter Dimensional Drive by: Dennis R. Humphreys The research firm of Tomorrow's Technologies had been around for ten years. Subsidized by private funding originally, some of the things developed, eventually caught the attention of the U.S. Government. It was commonplace to grant funding regularly for a hand in the development of things pertinent to national security and military advancement. One project caught the attention of power gurus. This unique project was a coordinated effort under the leadership of three men: Doctors Gordon Ripshaw, Issac Warner, and Phillip Askew. Their primary focus was in three different areas of expertise and interest. All their efforts were combined in these avenues both in time and funding.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Fiction