Fantasy

In the Beginning
Two figures stood in a large empty room, staring down at their creation. Though from the outside all you could see was a mixture of blue and green on the orb, the 2 figures could see and feel everything happening on the surface.
By Elizabeth Gerschutz4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of the Little Great Boy
Three foxes played in a garden on Forest Road. Crows croaked down a county lane. It was a misty September morning, and the winter crisp air had come early this year. Families began to stir in their beds. The birds were singing their songs. And the light of dawn had broken through the curtain of clouds hovering above the Robertson’s house.
By Bethany Weaves4 years ago in Fiction
Hunger. Content Warning.
He hurts. Deep in his gut, in empty churning spasms, the acids and digestive fluids that fight for sustenance finally settle on the slow process of destroying his stomach from within. He is hungry.
By Meredith Lee4 years ago in Fiction
Once Upon an Ivy Moon
Book 1 Once Upon an Ivy Moon Chapter 1 - The Druid The Druid sat beside his favorite pond in quiet contemplation as he did everyday while embracing the warmth of the sunrise. As the protector and caretaker of the forest in which he lived, this period of contemplation helped him to center his mystical energies that would help him about his daily tasks. The sounds of the forest slowly came into focus as his meditation ended and he knew it was time to begin.
By Michael McNeil4 years ago in Fiction
The Sting of Death
Zoel stared at the massive tree in the center of the clearing, wondering how long it would take for him to come find her. Bright leaves shone almost like fire in the fading light of the evening sun. The leaves were orange today. Perhaps they would be purple tomorrow. It was hard to predict since this tree was a bit skittish and would only change colors when no one was watching.
By Robert Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
Never Teach Your Concubine to Read
He called her Lotus Flower when his men brought her to him. She was young, only fifteen, but Persian women did not marry late. She wasn’t really scared. An old Auntie had been at court and lived in the harem to wait on the concubines. She had told Spring (now Lotus Flower) many stories about what it was like to be the favorite of the Sultan. She also told her what it was like for the women who were no longer favored by His Highness. Auntie Nessie told her about the intrigues the women engaged in, the jealousies, the plots, all designed either to put a woman back on top in the harem hierarchy or to win back the attentions of the Glorious Leader. Some of the women were mothers of the sultan’s children so he paid them respect, even if he did not still find them desirable. Some women had to share the sultan if his affections happened to overlap. When the old Sultan died all the concubines were sent to other houses and their servants were retired. If the mothers had daughters, their daughters must go with them.
By Nancy Brisson4 years ago in Fiction
Uninvited Guests
The day Jason met Chrissy McWiggins started out like any other day. It was a beautiful, cold, blustery morning and Jason had slept in. Since there was no school this week, Jason planned to sleep as long as possible. After breakfast, Jason went down to the basement and began looking for his ice skates and hockey stick. He and his friends had agreed to meet in the park to play ice hockey, and Jason had forgotten all about it until this morning. “I sure wish Mom and Dad would clean out this basement. There’s stuff everywhere. Now, where are… Oh there they are.”
By Alicia Zack 4 years ago in Fiction
First Meetings - RM
'It's been 5 long years since she left home. … Well, that's not entirely true; she didn't just 'leave' home by choice; she retreated for her life in the dark of night!'
By Rob Meyer4 years ago in Fiction
Safe
Feet thud against grass and ground. The impacts send vibrations through the earth and to my roots below. Everything runs. Squirrels, rabbits, deer, foxes. A human running isn’t odd, although this part of the woods has not seen human activity in a long time. Our fruits are not meant for human hands. That is an honor reserved for the gods.
By Drake4 years ago in Fiction
Sanctuary
The air was warm when the human child arrived at the Sanctuary. It was early in the morning, the air crisp and new, carrying the scent of dew and fading nightmares. He arrived moments after the pegasus with torn and broken wings had limped to the castle deep within the forest. Puk went out to the pegasus, the poor tattered and beaten creature, and escorted it to the safety of the Sanctuary’s many rooms.
By Sarah Stankus4 years ago in Fiction
Life and Film
Okay so I want to try my best and tell you this. Sometimes I wonder what a person’s life or even your life is like through the lens of a camera. I mean the thought of life being like a camera and seeing the world through the eyes of another. I feel like it would be cool to see the waves of a salty blue ocean or even to stand at the top of a mountain and overlook the town below. That sure must be nice for others instead of being stuck in a cold room surrounded by a mountain of books and documents to sift through. I’ve been locked in this room for a couple of years. I don’t know, at this point all the days kind of blur together. I hope I can find the answer to the question what it means to live.
By Wesley Hall4 years ago in Fiction
The Wind-Up Canary
I’m going up to the Hollow, I’ll be fine. I love you. Elisabeth flipped the phone closed, her father would get the text in the morning. It was almost midnight.
By Kate McCutcheon4 years ago in Fiction