Fantasy
The Books of Hjördis
The Prophecy The room was sombre with little or not light. Incense smoke weighted down on Oha’s lungs, as odours of dragon’s blood tickled his nostrils. Oha glided through the smoke until he reached the table of the blind sorceress. She was a frail and brittle woman. Her hair was covered in a black scarf that was embroidered with deadly nightshade. Skin like a cypher and anorexic fingers crooked like twigs. She breathed heavy before she addressed Oha “The Owl has come to nest” her voice husky, her tone hush “sit down curious wonderer”.
By Rosie J. Sargent4 years ago in Fiction
The Sacred Tree
Legends of a tree in Southeast Africa spread throughout most of the continent in ancient times. This tree shined & glistened like a diamond. It was weaved with a special metal that could not be penetrated by most modern deforestation equipment. The metal was sentient & not of this planet. The shamans of my tribe pass down the tale of a mentor who fell thousands of years ago when my people first settled on their land. The chief of my ancestors tasked a squad of hunters to see what the Gods had blessed them with. When the hunters of the tribe went to the crash site for reconnaissance, they saw the mentor in a huge crater. The warriors witnessed the mentor glow & hum, then melt into the ground. The area was too hot to get close to the mentor, so with that information they returned & reported it to the chief & shamans. The shamans were intrigued by the event. They have studied & witnessed mentors who landed on the planet. This occasion had never happened. After a couple of days, the head shaman became curious & walked to the crash site. What he discovered made him fall to his knees in amazement. The grass had already started growing & the crater had become a small sapling. The ground & saplings were glowing in the sun like jewels. The shaman got to his feet, walked to the baby tree & reached for a leaf. Once he touched the sapling a vibration was sent through his body & he saw a vision. He saw a hooded Wiseman and a warrior made entirely of smoke, with a visor the shape of an M glowing a bright blue as his face, wielding a sword he made from thin air. The vibration shook his brain to the point he heard perfectly, “Protect me.” The shaman told his chief about his endeavor. The two decided this was the tribe’s duty to protect the tree decreed by the Gods. The tribe tended to the land around the tree and over the centuries the tree grew massive in size. Many shamans would be contacted by the otherworldly entity within the tree. Either by touch or a dream the tree spirit, as it was called, would guide our tribe.
By Richard Lee Scruggs III4 years ago in Fiction
Particular Night pt. 3
A single bulb with a visible glowing filament hung over a desk far too small for the man it hosted. A veritable giant in a fine white shirt with sleeves rolled up. He is looking through a giant ledger gently turning pages. Rows and columns of names and date ranges.
By Brandon Hall4 years ago in Fiction
The Ocean Between The Sky: 003
Dear God, A common thing between families is that they always talk about their children’s birth history. About how happy it is, how tragic or funny, or how one of the parents passed out. I think this history keeps families together and creates happy memories that will keep them strong when the bad moments come, with life starting becoming so real, so cruel.
By Qu3zia V3iga4 years ago in Fiction
Apparition Tears
My mad dash through the forest was almost to an end.. My life with it. I have spent most of it running and now that I had served my purpose I would be killed, but not before one glorious final act. I had to get this bird into the skies and since I have been in the Jarden camp, spying on them, this bird with my message needed to get airborne. To make that happen I had to find a clearing somewhere, to set it on it’s journey, to many branches here. We are running out of time. They knew of my treachery and would be upon me soon.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
The Farmer
...As evidence implies that the Seeress, knowing the hearts of people, only announces herself as the Seeress to give weight to her proclamations or counsel. This has given rise to speculation that she often passes unknown among people and helps others without them knowing she was there...
By Patrick S. Smith4 years ago in Fiction
The Pact
Part I: The Summoning of Xanzu I wait until the stars are right and the portents most favorable. I lock myself within a chamber in my sanctum, one that I have dedicated to summonings – here I have called creatures from dark and distant realms, beings that are mind rendering horrible or heart numbingly beautiful. These are what common folks would refer to as ‘demons’ and ‘angels’. I assure you that these words are an oversimplification. Such beings cannot be encompassed by mere words. However, this time rather than just call something to our world, my overall plan is to travel to another. A dimension of chaos and rage. A place of horror. I will travel there to bargain for the answers that I seek.
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Fiction
Magic
What is Magic? We define it as the power to influence courses or events through supernatural forces, but what if Magic is deeper and more entrenched than that? Here is where my short story will take us into a world where Magic is far broader than we ever expected.
By Jeff Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Tale of the Liverpool Stones
I had to let Francis out the bathroom. What else could possibly go wrong? I’m trying to enforce magic and healing. He’s trying to steal it. The boys will get the message. Too many issues if they intruded looking for him. His phone rang. It was Zack…
By Janet Rouge4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Sapphire
THE LEGEND OF SAPPHIRE Written by: Kate Porter Long ago, when the world was young and humans believed in such things as magic and unearthly power, the gods who resided on Mount Olympus would often visit the mortal realm. More often than not one god or the other would find a comely face and form in which they’d become enamored. You see, their perfection made them bored and their power often led them to believe they could do and have whatever their whim.
By Kate Porter4 years ago in Fiction
