Fantasy
Dragon Scorned
Clambering metals in the night interrupt an otherwise peaceful slumber. A group of knights stormed a cave filled with coins and jewels. A symphony of coloured riches that lay as the dragon's bed. They paint the walls with beautiful lights as the armoured mob's torches lit the treasured cave. The large dragon thrashes about with it's tail and claws, taking out some of the brave soldiers that dared enter the scaled beast's abode. They scream and groan as their metal apparel slams against rock, yet their resolve is mighty. Fire from the beast's mouth scorches some others, yet they push on. The dragon is soon overwhelmed by the number against it. It did all it could, but there were too many to combat against with their aria of weaponry. As she lay defeated, one young knight, too scared to enter the initial fray, stayed back to start collecting the lost treasures. The beautiful colours no longer danced on the walls of the cave, only death loomed there now. Rustling came from under the mound of riches. The dragon had a child, presumably why it fought so hard. She was protecting her child from the human invaders. The dragon child shook in fear with its reveal to the knight. The poor thing had witnessed the end of its mother's life and this might spell the the same fate for it as well. The knight, however, took pity on the scaly child and would not harm it. He left the cave for a moment to see if others returned to assist in the acquiring of the treasures, and there they came with carts to load, yet far enough still for the little dragon's escape. The knight rushed in and the dragon staggered back, caught off guard while nuzzling its mother gone. The knight waved the dragon to leave the cave, swinging his arms frantically to maybe scare the child to flee. The dragon took heed, ran out of its home and took flight into the dawn's rising hours. The knight let out a sigh of relief as the others returned none the wiser to the dragon child's existence. He looked into the sunrise, hoping he did the right thing.
By Adam Franco4 years ago in Fiction
As The Cupola Turns
Living in the mountains had its disadvantages at times. This was one of those occasions. It was a fog filled commute from working the overnight shift at a local resort hotel as a shuttle driver or bellman. As Roscoe made his way home up the mountain he suddenly came upon a large fallen tree blocking out a large part of the road. He veers left swerving practicing his defensive driving, the vehicles side hits it anyways causing damage to his wife's vehicle. "Wow, Ruby is gonna kill me when she sees this mess!" he mutters under his breath. "I guess I should not have borrowed her vehicle since mine was already in the shop for repairs from an earlier accident." Roscoe mutters again shaking his head "Well, it's time to face Ruby."
By John Oross 4 years ago in Fiction
The Oracle of Orbville
Lazer Rayz paints away his pain. Intensely and athletically attacking the wall in a meditative dance, the light-ray painter of Orbville, known well as Rayz, renders a scene of manicured rose gardens framing a cemetery. Always meticulous in detail, he usually busts out layered aerosol art as a daily duty; depicting family scenes of comfort, of rewards for obedience and adherence to rules. This day is a deviation from his employment by the Orbville village authorities - of serving to remind the community of their humble obligations to logical order. As a special dedication to his mother to mark the beginning of his journey as an orphan, Rayz is spraying a memorial mural of her grave site, which lays in another village that she was herself raised in, worlds away from Orbville.
By Shayley Blair4 years ago in Fiction
Ataska
This was the beginning of my last day on Earth. When I was younger it was just my sister and I, us against the world. We got older and we grew apart. Today is our birthday, we’re twins. I’m the younger twin by a whole ten minutes, of course I always have to give her hell about this. We always had to hear the story of our miracle birth. The night we were born, it was difficult long ten hours, Mom went into the hospital in the morning she didn’t start pushing until at night My sister Alenna came out first, Mom had to push four times mean while I took longer the doctors scurried around the hospital because they didn’t know what would happen if Mom would die. Dad was soo nervous but kept calm for her. Moms contractions started again and on the eighth she pushed and out I came not making a noise. The doctors started a defribillator after three tries they gave up and pronounced me dead. The doctors put away the equipment and the room was silent, then suddenly the room got really bright and they heard me cry at eight o’clock and eight minutes. I came back to life. My Mother and Father were shocked and cried tears of joy. The doctors were perplexed as to how and why I was alive. This story echoed in my mind as I watched my sister give a presentation on the bio mechanical engineering of reconstructing the mind body and soul or maybe I was not truly listening. When I snapped back to reality everyone was clapping, Alenna said Thank You walked off stage and stood by the door. Everyone got up walked out, while asking her and three other people she was with questions about their work. As the room cleared out, I got up to go greet my sister. As she turned around her face dropped. “What are you doing here?” she said as she placated a smile.
By Allesandra Luadragon4 years ago in Fiction
A Tuesday in Time
The assignment hadn’t looked difficult. I stepped sideways, and reentered Time. I had chosen my landing spot perfectly – Vienna, early December, the Christkindlmarkt. Air crisp and chill, with snowflakes drifting gently down out of the black sky, more delicate than any of the glittering jewelry on display. The indulgent scent of gluhwein and pastries made my mouth water; there’s nothing like hot spiced wine on a cold night in one of the most beautiful cities in the world.
By Margie Keith4 years ago in Fiction
Afternoon Flight
The broken key wobbled out of the door and fell to the floor. It was an old cast iron key, grown brittle and cracked. Now I would need to call for a pair of pliers to turn the key, and unlock the door. Locking myself in a room to escape the guests : my vacationing adults and their energetic offspring had seemed like such a good idea.
By Daniella Libero4 years ago in Fiction
Anthologies of a peculiar town
There was a peculiar town with peculiar residents and an even more peculiar pastor. The town like any other had sunrises and sunsets but the sun that rose every morning felt lifeless and shone like a dim light bulb. The town was covered in a thick blanket of fog that would hide its oddities from the rest of the world. I lived in this so-called peculiar town and the only oddity was the stories the gloomy residents would make up to keep the boredom at bay.
By Zauria Spence4 years ago in Fiction
A Millennium's Journey Begins with a Single Instant
It might have been a sunny, carefree late spring day in 561 DR had it not been for the thrashing, raving, wild woman my two assistants held down in the dirt road. Due to my years of vast experience, I recognized immediately that no one in their right mind would grapple a moving carriage. An exorcism seemed to be the obvious next step.
By James McGregor4 years ago in Fiction
The Mortal Immortal
You have just joined your first party of monster hunters. You are so excited; you have been chasing this career since hearing your first monster story. The rest of your party are experienced, and you are just there for the ride. The first couple times are nothing for you, you are not really needed and just witness the other party members fight and heal. The fourth monster you decide to try and fight. You were not ready and got seriously injured, your arm broke in many places from where you were thrown. Luckily for you, one of the party members heals you and you walk away entirely unscathed. It was amazing, not even a scar, it was like it didn’t even happen.
By Elizabeth Mathlin4 years ago in Fiction
Oxana and the Sky Trial
Oxana plummeted through a pastel sky, twisting like a hapless doll. Gravity’s grip held firm as it pulled at her purposefully. All she could do was fall as black bodies and iridescent bodies collided all around her, beating and slashing at one another. She fell past inky, wyrm-like wings and other wings of heavenly colors that droned. The latter reflected the suns, creating blinding pops of light in an already bright sky, the entirety of which was tangled with massive winged creatures. The dark ones, in particular, dove recklessly from all angles to snatch her up. They were vicious in their attempts and it mattered not as to who got in their way, whether ilk or enemy alike. They were Tempyr, piranhas of the Lower Skies; grotesque creatures of midnight complexion, and sharp in every meaning. Born in the shadow of this world’s chaos, they were devoted to devouring the girl. It seemed this world was finally taking her. The beasts would surely get her, and if by a hair’s chance not, she was seconds away from the canopy below, seconds away from seeing her brother again.
By M.E. Negron4 years ago in Fiction
