Fantasy

Emerald
I will always remember my first job, or at least it was my first job in a few years. And it was taken now out of necessity. I had recently separated from my husband. But what I will always remember, is my friend Emerald.
By jackie yamada4 years ago in Fiction
Challenging Perception
Challenging Perception By: Sehra Dylan Nikol Tension had been building between me and Sandy for a while now. The tension became so thick that you could cut it with a knife. This wasn’t our first fight, and it won’t be our last, but I had had enough. I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
By Sehra Dylan Nikol4 years ago in Fiction
7 Stones
"Hey, Saf, what's up? Did you do homework last night? Because I need the answers." Christiana said, pulling on my sleeve.
By Ceo Of Dying4 years ago in Fiction
mariposa // pt. i, 'milagro'
The battered pickup is the only car for miles. On either side of the dirt road, the brown scrubland stretches over rolling hills that haven’t been touched since God molded them out of barro.
By Josh Call4 years ago in Fiction
The Web
The dirty matted fur of the rat twitched back and forth shaking off the rusty mud of the old drainpipe, as its nose flared open and closed smelling the air for the tiniest scent of a possible meal or drink. Its ears scanned for any sound of life in the gentle breeze blowing through the cracked window. The morning’s dew droplets hung on the thin white threads of the large web. The thirsty rat ran across the large canvas book and stood on an old pile of brittle bones, carefully balancing on its thin hind legs. Up it reached with the front legs grasping in the air like an invisible ladder and nudged the web to free the suspended nectar into its mouth.
By christopher williams 4 years ago in Fiction
Naïve Wisdom
Beneath iridescent lights in the old library, I sat between two large bookshelves in the small nook that was created by the librarians for those who enjoy being hidden away. Having looked up from my leather-bound journal, I glanced around the floor looking for those I had never seen on my last visit. For a moment I glanced around and spot a young female with light brown hair that has been placed in a messily made bun. She sat in a lounge chair in what appeared to be the romance section. Her left elbow rested on the arm of the chair as she had begun to twirl a piece of hair around her index finger, all the while holding open a novel in her right hand.
By Somniare Omnia4 years ago in Fiction
Blade Song
The Gemstone Reaper: He’d exhausted his supply of Shimmers, smoke bombs, shadow walks and gas bombs in a futile attempt to escape the palace. The damned place was riddled with an ancient magic that made it harder to get out of than wet leathers. All that was left was running and, like any assassin worth his salt, he'd chosen to make the chase as difficult as possible. Though, he was worth much more than his salt.
By Carl Carter4 years ago in Fiction
And the Darkness he called night.
The day had brought all it could, and now the sun is gone! This is where I come in. I never really liked the sun but there's just something about that moon that sets these old fangs on fire. I was awaken from a short 25 year nap and I could smell my favor meal mixed with something else, so much that I almost darted from my new resting place and had me a most wicked breakfast. As I stood, I realized I wasn't alone, a mortal had wondered his way into my tomb, I watch this man closely as he seemed to be smoking something out of a clear glass pipe, the smoke spun in a hypnotizing way, and his eyes were like mine when I feasted on humans, blood drunk. I moved closer to where the light from his lighter had cought just my face, I had a passion for the dramatics. What is that? I said, thinking I would for sure scared his soul out of him, but to my surprise, he snapped at me, and said fuck off, It's mine! A mortal had only spoken to me this way about 3 times since I became what they call a vampire, but they rarely spoke at all. He continued, as if I were not a threat. This made me want to know who he was, I was tempted to kill him, but curiosity got the best of me as usual. I moved right next to him and set down, he didn't notice til I asked again, " what is this?", he turned to face me, but this time he was looking the devil in his eyes, he froze but still managed to utter a single word, he called it, "dope!" His hand shook as he handed it to me, I could hear his heart speed up every time he took a puff, but now it was really racing. I had smoked the ancient herbs more then once in my life, but this was no herb, I could tell as soon as it awoken me. I knew how to smoke it, from the hour I stood watching him, I clicked the lighter and put the pipe to my lips and began to spin it as he did, the smoke started spinning as I inhaled, I had filled my whole chamber with smoke blowing it out, it had a enchanted effect on me, my powers had increased a hundred fold, I began to float off the ground and completely forgot about the terrified mortal next to me, until he use every ounce of his will to say, what are you? I was slightly offended and glared at him for a moment, a look that would stop a mans heart and had in the past. I am Able, I said, the first born of my cursed father Cain. What started as a simple answer, turned into the early days of my life, I told him things no other soul had known and I couldn't stop myself, what was this stuff I smoked? It made me feel like I drank the whole town. I told him of every kingdom I ruled and he began to ask questions. He asked about my father, as if he had heard of him before, but that was about 7019 years ago and I have never spoke a word of him , I hated him, he traded me to the night on my 250th birthday, for a kingdom that only lasted a couple hundred human years. This man knew of my fathers brother, the one he murdered and named me after, but how could a mortal know of such things? I thought to myself for a moment, Oh yes, that's right!, The children of the most high had wrote a book about it, they kept there secrets, I had gotten my hands on one before, but the words changed before my eyes, and burned to touch, I never understood. I decided to keep him alive, why not?, shit I haven't had a apprentice since Solomon turn his back on me for the queen of the south, her beauty and weak magic, she drew from even weaker demons, still makes me laugh out loud!, but that's another chapter, another life, and only one of so many. My name is Able, the first blood drinker, the seed of Cain and Adam, and this is my side of the story of life!
By ApocPucka4 years ago in Fiction
BURIED ONE DEATH CUT
Up until now they'd storm borders. Hoarders, The Numidians ventured marauders. Very rare of The Known Land Agasanaca breed of Horseman.
By Nim Dornes 4 years ago in Fiction
The Tortured War
The Tortured War By: AKR Paykato Running, like water not always fast but always running. That was us. We were the water. Only, the contaminated water of running bodies that run no more. A water that no one dare sips, water used only to catch those who catch their fates. We dug their trenches. We sharpened their spikes, laid down their bedding, we balanced those ledges on both sides of the river. If they didn’t perish from the first isle of splintering spikes, they would certainly meet their match from the second. The defecated river would only consume you in time once seeping into the festering wounds opened by the water's teeth. Well...That was the story told. Most of it is true except the cruel treatment of the slaves and the hungry river. The tactics for the river were much cleverer. Sharpening every stone to a slicing edge alongside the spikes. Precautionary measures took hours, but everyone was forced to endure the times.
By Anastasia Rice4 years ago in Fiction
Appetite for Words. Top Story - December 2021.
I love shelving books. It’s meditative to float through the alphabet and institute a preciseness that each title deserves. There is a symmetry to it and an art to the spine-out, face-out flow. I smell each one and feel its texture. When the moment is right, I dive into the words to satisfy the craving. Everyone has their indulgences, addictions, but it has taken me time to embrace my unique abilities. Sometimes they scratch my skin, squeeze my windpipe, or even burn layers of skin. For too long I wondered what was real, the world inside their pages or the one where I actually breathe. The routine of keeping the books contained on their shelves keeps me grounded in this reality, even when I crave to be inside them.
By Susan Cardosi4 years ago in Fiction
The Tree of Clouds
A flock of airships littered the sky over the enrapturing world of Mitris. Each ship was more ornate than the other, some with gilded glistening gold, stretching from bow to stern. Others with ebony wood, adorning their mast with silk sails. Though not every ship was powered by the wind, all ships did use a large pearl-like signal stone at their core. Once powered by steam, these pearl stones could lift the heaviest objects in flight with no effort.
By Trei Feske4 years ago in Fiction