Fantasy
Occult Assassins
I thought I could get out of the assassination game and just live a quiet life in the suburbs, but the problem is when someone needs your services bad enough they'll find a way to track you down and get you to help them, even when you don't want to. That's exactly what happened when my old mentor Bill showed up at my doorstep out of the blue. He wasn't supposed to know where I lived or what I was doing, but he found me anyway. Of course it helps that Bill's a magician, and I don't mean the party trick type. I mean the kind of magician that summons spirits and casts spells.
By Taylor Ellwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Rose: Pt. 2
Chapter 5: A Message With A Rose For Your Heart When Jamila arrived back at her office a rose appeared on her desk. At first, she thought she was seeing things but when her senses were clear enough, there it was. A beautiful candy apple red rose, the same rose she dreamed about. But something was different about this rose, there was a letter by it. She picked up the letter knowing that her curious side would get the best of her. Moments later, she began reading the letter out loud with a soft tone.
By Sorelle.Maia4 years ago in Fiction
L’amour vaut La’ Piene D’attendre’ (Love Worth Waiting For)
1 in 45,000,000; looking at it Laurence thought he stood more of a chance of dying than this miracle happening to Him. For 26 years he carried this dream with him, like the prayer of faith David carried buried safely in his heart before he stood against the mighty Goliath.
By Andrew Little4 years ago in Fiction
TEARDROPS IN THE RAINFOREST
The canopy is dense the air is damp and humid. Birds call, insects crawl amidst the perfectly tuned silence. The trees the vines the moss the leaves all entwined into an intricate web of pure natural beauty. The smell in the air clean, crisp earthy as if just created. The colours and the shapes of the flowers all so unique as if made from an artist’s brush. The tree lines run to the shore, the rainforest meets the sea as the golden sand acts as a division between the two gifts of nature.
By Donna Harris4 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Sabbath
In a universe similar to your own lives a parallel one. One that mimics the basics of yours almost exactly with some slight differences. For example, this universe is 2x bigger than your own, and the flora and fauna here are bigger because of our realities, air content being thirty-seven percent more oxygen and carbon-rich. Other than these minor differences our worlds are about the same, from landmasses to oceans, and even mountains, but this reality of ours eerily rotates in a counterclockwise rotation in the reality's shadow you call your own. Here lies the one I call my home. The ancients or the first people of this world had many names for this place Earth 2, earth prime, and even New haven. Unfortunately, because of the creatures that roam this world known as '' The Accursed ", they settled on calling this world Sabbath. you're probably wondering who I am, after describing this place and its inhabitants and not myself. Let me introduce myself. I'm Ivy Wilson, a 20-year-old half Korean, half African zoologist of this world with mid-back black dreadlocks. I study the creatures known as, "The Accursed" and live in a place known as the central city or as people in your world would know it as New York City. This is where I work and live with my father Sky Wilson, a man of Korean descent who is a widely known philosopher and researcher that teaches about the beginning origins of the accursed, and the teachings of the ancients that were passed down throughout the ages. My mother Cecilia Wilson, a beautiful gentlewoman of African descent with whom I share many similarities also has mid-length hair. that's tightly curled. She works as a college professor in a city further south called sea salt similar to what you guys would call Florida. You're probably wondering why my parents are living so far from each other and probably assuming they're divorced. The answer is no. Both have careers in teaching, so you can imagine the mental conflicts between whose idea was right and whose idea was wrong," sigh" so they moved to separate places to teach their findings. It's kinda like a love-hate relationship, but in all honesty, I don't understand it myself but they still seem so happy with each other I tend to just go with it.
By Deion Townes4 years ago in Fiction
Xandria's Demons
Chapter 1 -Fight or Flight It was the night of the blood moon. The night my demon side controlled my every move and running was the only thing that made me feel whole and free, letting me forget myself, forget the pain I felt, the burning heart ache that was slowly consuming my very soul.
By Faith Stuard4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 14: Snow Storm
Ralph sat on the top of the hill keeping watch of the cabin below. He watched the children follow the silly crow lead them to the cabin. He laughed as he watched the silly bird dance across the snow as he led the children through the valley. He watched the crone greet the children and smiled as he smelt the clove laced tobacco loft up through the air from her pipe. Ralph watched them walk into the cabin and sat in amazement as the dark cloudy day transformed into a bright sunny day. After a moment, he watched the door open and watched the ghostlike figures depart from the cabin. He smiled as the children safely emerged and walked to their cabin. All was safe.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
The Dentist Demonstration
Grant was eager to get his dentist appointment done, so he could get it out of his head until his next date at the dentist. He was seated in the main waiting room with another patient in a light green shirt, waiting to be seen by a dentist also. A blonde-haired dential nurse poked her head out of the entrance door to the appointment rooms.
By Gerald Washington4 years ago in Fiction
From the Journals of Zame the Queen Slayer
I heard them before I could even see what was happening. The heavy pounding of feet along with the metallic clash of swords and armor grew louder with each passing step. The front door suddenly swung open, allowing several intruders to barge into my home at once. Swarms of the Queen's Guard came pouring into my house like some kind of tsunami of death. They came wearing all black. Their faces were cold, dark, and fierce.
By Emily Pardo4 years ago in Fiction
