Fantasy
Chapter 11: Wizard’s Winter
The next morning the three ladies prepared a wonderful breakfast and the children ate with vigor. Eggs, bacon, potatoes and toast fortified the youth. Lyra, Mary and Verna watched the children eat so fervently that they feared there wouldn’t be enough food for Markus’ breakfast.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Night's Embrace
The grey spirit hovered over the grey stones below, the gravestones dull in the fading light as snow swirled around them. He hovered over them like a mist, his tendrils embracing each one with the afterlife’s embrace as memories of the great beyond shimmered through his labored soul. The moon was full, and his duty lay before him as it did on every such occasion.
By William Bundy4 years ago in Fiction
Connor and the Cloud
Connor pushed through the tangled sea-grass, breathing hard, and stood facing the waves. A fallen tree lay beside him on the beach, its limbs bleached and broken. He climbed its massive trunk and pulled off his hat, wanting to feel the full punch of the wind.
By Isla Wilde4 years ago in Fiction
Celia and the Stream
Celia ran through the grass, a kitten in her pocket and a great, dark dog at her heels, stirring the fragrance of the purple flowers that bloomed beneath her feet. She jumped over the ditch bank, sliding barefoot down the barrow, and crept into her thinking place; a hollow in the brambles with a moss carpet on which to dream.
By Isla Wilde4 years ago in Fiction
The Murmuring Sea
I rest my weary feet on the smooth stones that lie beside the Murmuring Sea. The tide is low. The stones are silent. A kelp forest drifts sleepily back and forth beyond the damp shoreline. I can feel animals and magai watching me from behind its thick fronds.
By Isla Wilde4 years ago in Fiction
A Curse to Break
The dragon released one last trembling breath, eyes sliding shut for the last time. The boy releases his sword, taking a stumbling step away from the dragon, horror, relief, and grief all mixing in his expression. The woman steps forward, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. She calmly studies the dead dragon, the dark crimson slowly flowing over its white scales to feed the growing pool on the ground, something like grim satisfaction glinting in her eyes.
By Katarzyna Crevan4 years ago in Fiction
Tears of Joyous Creation
Part One: In the beginning, there was a great expanse of blank space within the heavens, and the king of the gods found himself quite lonely. It was within this solitude that he birthed an idea to create for himself beings, which were smaller than he, but just as magnificent. The sentiment within his heart at this idea caused a sensation he had never felt before and so Echiel, the king of the elven gods, was the first to express such of the entire heavenly host. Only five tears were shed, but each tear was different than the one preceding it. The first tear was clear blue, and could easily be identified as the natural tear that humans are known to release when they experience an emotional catalyst. It was his five tears that brought the very existence of Valisa, and her peoples to life. That first tear brought forth the waters that would eventually be shaping into the seas that surrounded the entirety of the country. The second tear was a single drop of mud that would later become the earth, and landmasses of the elven utopia known as Valisa.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Disappearance of the Oracle Daughter
On a bright and sunny day in the middle of June, the youngest of the Tamira Twins was born and she was called Essence Solstyce Tamira. At the time of Essence’s birth, it was noted that she had distinct tribal markings which ran the from the nape of her neck down her spine until meeting their end at the swell of her back. These tell-tale markings were a sign from the gods that Essence was born with a purpose that made her special. A gift that few elves in Tamira had ever been blessed with. The markings were easily recognized as those of an Oracle, a rare elf who could prophesy, and foretell the future.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
