Fantasy
The Nine Crimson Stones
This was then… Ezokarrian longed to rest. The march in the wilderness had been hard. The cultists had been determined, and their losses had been heavy. Dozens of his warriors had fallen to the witch-cult and their twisted minions. Oh, they had defeated them, put them to the sword all right, but they were a determined foe, to say the least. Determined, and... disturbing.
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Fiction
For the Love of the Fight
Milo swung his gleaming sword before him, fending off the swarms of snarling, grotesque monsters with mighty thrusts. He was a noble squire—no, a knight! —and he was the most skilled fighter in all the realms, the champion against evil, in whatever shape it may come.
By Willow J. Fields4 years ago in Fiction
Silver Eyed Beauty
There was nothing particularly interesting about Hues’ life and yet the day everything changed for him he ceased to be the same person ever again. No one could or would ever call him dull upon describing him from that day forward. Hues never minded much what people thought and yet, as he escorted the lovely beauty next to him he wondered if the other townsfolk thought him too insignificant to hold this maiden’s attention. As if feeling his thoughts she slid her gaze towards Hues, silver eyes met his and he was lost in their ethereal depths. She gave a small smile, a slight turn upwards with her lips. Hues couldn’t help but return her smile and he felt reassured.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
Lightblessed
Energy disrupted the void, and with it came strife.This was the foundation of the eternal struggle between darkness and the light. One could classify it as evil versus good, or wrong against right, for those are certainly forms the conflict has taken. It hearkens back to something more simple and fundamental than that. All things fall to chaos and disorder, losing their power and strength, until chaos reclaims it all through entropy. Indeed, there was no scenario at all where energy could triumph over the void.
By Jacob Montanez4 years ago in Fiction
Frederic's Fairy
A father once asked his son, "When does a story stop being a story—when it was once truth or when it becomes real?" In the town of Autumn, fall is a season most cherished. When the trees become barren and the leaves paint the ground, a special kind of celebration begins. Neighbors flock together, sharing their bounties of fruits, vegetables, and grains. As all the months of hard work come to fruition, reaping what was sowed for harvest.
By A. W. Knowland4 years ago in Fiction
From the Realm Beyond the Boundary
***The following is the third installment in a series of fictional stories that is part of a collaborative effort of Vocal Creators. Check out Part 1, Beyond the Boundary by Lena and Part 2, To the Realm Beyond by Danielle Nelson. More stories are soon to follow.
By L. J. Knight 4 years ago in Fiction
The Obsidian Cube
The Obsidian Cube
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Fiction
The Devil Needs an Accountant
Alisa starred at the Indeed posting for an Exec Accountant wanted in a remote location. She applied for the job simply because it paid more, and it couldn’t be any more work than she was doing now. She was currently working as an Accountant for Wilson and Phillips Ad Agency. Totally hating it by the way. The first job right after grad school, and it was practical, comfortable, and safe. Her mother practically guilted her into accepting the job. All her talk of “Do you know how much money I spent on school for you”, really made Alisa feel guilty like she had to take the job to start paying her mother back. Her father died before she got to high school and her mother NEVER let her forget how hard it was raising her alone. She would remind Alisa every day before she left for school to keep her grades up so the colleges would pay HER to come to their schools. For the most part, she did, she graduated summa cum laude from Columbia University. Right after that, she spent an additional year earning her Masters, something that she felt she should be prouder of. Every day since then she’s just felt like something was missing. Maybe her dad, or her entire teenage livelihood (or lack thereof thanks to her mom’s strict rules). She couldn’t figure it out, but she just felt empty. Her mother bragged to all her friends about how “Lisa’s making big-time money at that agency”, but in Alisa’s mind it couldn’t be more boring. Like bored to literal death boring. She didn’t work with ANYBODY her age, being 24 and being surrounded by 30+ generation is excruciating. Every weekday, she did the same thing. She got up at 5:00 a.m. slid into a pants suit and spent zero time on “work appropriate” makeup. Nothing special. There’s no one worth looking at or flirting within accounting. It was just herself, old lady Colleen (32), grumpy all-day Mr. Grandal (42), and Jason Stocks (asshole, 53). The under 30 crowd could typically be found in Marketing, which is what she should’ve majored in. Alisa checked her phone, she didn’t like to spend too much time brooding over what she wanted to change about her life, she’d rather just suck it up and eat it. The phone read 6:45 a.m. “Fuck, I’m going to be fxckin late!”, she groaned. She grabbed a stick of gum because gum stops excessive smoking, and she was down to four cigarettes a day. She grabbed her purse and kissed her dog Allie on her way out. She ran down the hall of the two-story apartment complex and made it down to the back door entrance. She could see her bus pulling up right as she was crossing the st….
By B. Arceneau 4 years ago in Fiction
