Fantasy
A Story for a Selkie
It didn’t sting when I beached myself on the gravely shore. Fur and fat simply slid across the rocks, aided by the tide. My eyes cleared from the brine and revealed the silhouette of a woman who paid my group little notice. Instead, choosing to spend her attention raking rocks together and tossing the unimpressive. I barked to her. Though she heard me, she only flinched and continued. I barked again, closer now, flippers pushing me from the water. “These rocks won’t spark!”
By Bianca Brown4 years ago in Fiction
The Goo-Master's Apprentice
Josef stared at the glass jar resting on the shelf. He remembered hearing adults whisper about the goo at night, about the bubbling vats, and about the strange ingredients flowing from distant lands towards Mr. Mulgenbeard’s famed laboratory. It had soaked into his mind, the sheer mystery of it all.
By SpectacularLoophole4 years ago in Fiction
The Midnight Sun: Part One
"The Moon that became the Sun" I said get up, Sun! As the twilight breeze swirled around the trees and over the land, one could hear the evening hoppers start to sing. Feeling this change around him, Sun wiped the sweat off his face as he began to speak, y'know old man, you can take it easy on me now and then. I am your son after all CHOP! One does not speak to their teacher in such a demanding tone. How many times have I told you? Our words carry more than just sound, Sun. Words carry our will and our bond. So call me Sensei, father, and or if it pleases you, the greatest Knight that ever lived. Ah yes, that has a lovely ring to it, doesn't it? Sun squinted his eyes for a moment before saying Ya, ya, ya, you're only the greatest knight for now old man! "CHOP!" owowowow alright alrrrright Sun said as he feverishly rubbed the top of his head. Why do you always gotta chop my head old man Sensei? One day I will surpass you, and become the greatest knight in this kingdom, no! THE WORLD has ever seen! You just wait and see! Sun yelled & howled as he changed fighting stances, OUUUUUUAA CHOP! lighting field ha! AIJAAAA! ..HA! said Sun's father as he looked beyond their home, and out into the distant hex fields. Taking in the natural splendor, Sun's father chuckled to himself as he patted his son's head. Well, you are my son after all.
By Diego Bruce4 years ago in Fiction
Two Voices
Gillian pushed open the swinging doors and stumbled one foot in front of the other into the saloon. His eyes sitting like boulders on top of his pounding forehead, his feet sweating in the heat off the morning. He eyed the second stool at the end of the bar and sat down. He couldn’t remember what happened last night. All he knew for sure is that she was gone. Why did she leave? What did he do? He tried to piece together the events from the night before. There was screaming, flashes of deep red hair, and the wall his fist had punched an eight inch size hole into. His hand, now covered with bruises and old blood from the wound, ached and was in dire need bandaging.
By Anna Esparza 4 years ago in Fiction
Lake Palace
Just a little bit further, We’ll stop on top of the next hill, I thought to myself I’ve just got to know what it looks like at the top! Of course, I’d been repeating this refrain to myself for the last twenty minutes, and so far I’d been unable to resist the seduction of the next hill, and the next one... Someone like me didn’t need a will-o’-the-wisp to lure me on, my own curiosity would do just fine. This tendency often led to long, strenuous days, but just as often I’d find myself in places that felt as if you could count on one hand how many pairs of human eyes had gazed upon them in the last century.
By Kenosha Drucker4 years ago in Fiction
House of God
In the midst of a blue-chilled winter, bricks glow amber as the embers from the fire spark fireflies into the room. It isn't much warmth, but it sure feels less lonely when it sizzles. How long has it been? Approximately 889 days in the new world and I still haven't been outside of the Center Dome. Although the Spring Gathering is next week, I highly doubt I'll RSVP "yes" for the event. A response–if any–will be an etch of my hand with the flag of my middle finger waving high. They took my Dad. In what world did they think I'd actually be a part of their auction? The green Mr. Everett adorns would have made the Garden of Eden jealous. I'm sure whatever he's been harvesting since Earth collapsed has whatever amount of civilization left packing sleeping bags to camp out the night before Mr. Everett opens his gates.
By Lucio Nieto4 years ago in Fiction
The Nature of Heroes
Jak Owinsson stood upon the edge of the forest looking down on the military encampment below. He had finally made it. After two days of travel, he had found the camp of the Battlehawks; the most respected mercenary company in all of Kendar. He would finally be able to join the war and leave his boring farm life behind.
By S. F. Lydon4 years ago in Fiction
The Deeper Awakening
His Present The room lit up as the dark setting adjusted to the morning, the natural light from the window flooded in, slowly piercing the shut eyes of the person fast asleep. The curtains lifted and made way for the sunlight to come inside the high-rise apartment that was elevated higher than Mount Everest from sea level. This apartment was built in the new age utopian city of Avalon, which stood firm at an elevation more than even four times that of Mount Everest from sea level. This was the only way the civilians would be protected from destructive radiation, dust, and tropical viruses that ran abundantly in the hell they once called Earth. Avalon was the haven only a few among the human race were able to escape to, created by noble and brilliant minds who wanted to preserve the Earth to its former glory but were hindered by the greed of the rest of the humans who destroyed the Earth. Their savior Dr. Arthemius Musk was the pioneering inventor and Dr. Lancellian Wilkes was the architect for this modern utopia. The Avalonian forefathers' joint efforts saved the good in the human race and hence their legends were spread everywhere. Avalon was founded on the principles of equality to curb the greed that eventually took down the former paradise called “Earth”. The people lived in the Avalon to serve ‘The Renaissance’. The children or adults alike are well versed with the principle of service upon which this city was built.
By Anindita Alstriem4 years ago in Fiction
The Willow's Roots
Only Twyndal the Odd could hear the old willow when it spoke. The tree stood atop a steep hill in the forest, around which was situated the unassuming village of Pinebow. The willow’s roots were a gnarled and sprawling mass, and Twyndal figured that beneath the earth they extended much further, twisting downhill through rock and soil until they clawed at the underside of his own humble cottage. He figured this was how the tree spoke to him. Hidden murmurs in the dirt.
By Zachary Myers4 years ago in Fiction
Disgraced
Centuries ago, in a realm similarly dominated by human governments, a nation ruled by an emperor amidst a civil crisis and warring states. This nation of Mariyuka had been prosperous and peaceful for generations, but feudal castes had slowly deteriorated relations. As a result, entire provinces fell to the abyss of anarchy, while others absolute rule and greed domineered its lower classes. As a result of the oppressive inequality, few lived without a care, but even the lowest ranks of society found a way to survive the brutality of their world. Those who held no freedom would find that one fateful night, their fortunes would change. A singular event would soon become the catalyst of war that would rewrite history.
By Bella Sheridan4 years ago in Fiction
