Fantasy
Heavy Breathing
Stinging air slaps my lungs as I gasp them, like they will be my last ones. A slow chilly breeze brushes its fingers along my spine and tries to steal my rage from me, tries to steal my fire, the only thing I have left. My chest is tight and heavy and I can't seem to get enough air into my blasted lungs, I'm dying. I wish it would just clutch me like a rose to a lover's heart and that would be the end of it.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
In Us, Hope - Part One
Thousands of footprints marked a trail through the sandy dunes, only to disappear from the howling sandstorm that threatened the lives of the last remnants of a fairly impartial country. They were hearty, or stubborn and their ancestors had devised a plan for this situation. It was, to them, a sort of pilgrimage; a journey that would get their spirits ready for the tough road ahead.
By Casey White4 years ago in Fiction
Indefensible
It was nice while it lasted. For a time I believed they trusted me. For a time I thought myself worthy of that trust. To be fair, I really did try. I kept my abilities and better judgement at bay in pursuit of a more ordinary life amongst those content with an inexplicable degree of mediocrity, considering their own individualised power. After all, they had welcomed me in when those for whom I had dedicated my life abandoned me; thrown me to the wolves so to speak. It was in less than pleasant company that my habit of charming and bending the feeble minds of others to my whim had finally caught up to me. In my carelessness, I had become the perfect scapegoat for a corrupt institution. Even so, this strange, mismatched group of travellers gave me the benefit of the doubt and offered me a new path; one which I was in no position to decline. Somehow they were willing to look beyond the picture that had been painted by ones with far more prestige than myself.
By Bree Beadman4 years ago in Fiction
Tales from the Queendom of Space: Book One
Chapter One: The Awakening “Okay child. Wake up.” Emaza’s grandmother said. She sat up and groaned. Another day. She was bored of this life honestly. “Come get your breakfast.” Grandma declared, sticking her nose in the air. She always acted that way towards her. Grandma and the other family, including her mother, hence why she was living there. It was as if they never even wanted her there. She sat in her bed and cupped her head in her hands.
By Anaya Wright4 years ago in Fiction
I Died Once
*Author's Note: I originally published this story on reddit some time ago. Some grammar has been fixed and some sentences adjusted for clarity but it is largely the same. This story is told from first person but is a work of fiction. It is written for the medium it was originally produced for.*
By Matthew Spinelli4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 7: Chavo’s message
The shabby shed was cold and the blankets over Peter kept him warm and safe from the chill around him. Brightness blinded his eyes as the light revealed the room around him was small and cut rude wall supports had spider webs in the corners. He took a deep breath and pulled his sore arm over his chest and pulled himself up to the seated position. He cupped his head into his hands and leaned in and rubbed his eyes to get clearer vision. His left arm trobbed and his hand found a bandage over the ache. With a wiggle of his toes and a shift of the left and right of his rib cage he assessed all his wounds. He could hear a voice speaking in the other room.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
A Dragon’s Fury
It was a cold and spooky night in the middle of October. The wind was blowing hard, and it was getting difficult to breathe. Just then, I heard a strange sound coming from the cliff above the castle. It was a loud and long screeching sound, like someone was trying to scrape their nails down the wall.
By Anthony Dezenzio4 years ago in Fiction
Dear me,
1st January Dear me, (PT1) You must think that I am stupid to be writing to you since you are myself after all. I am not stupid. I am just special but not in the common way that people have come to assume special means. Mrs Peterson said that I will feel better writing to myself in the second-person point of view for some reason. I do not know if she is right but I had promised and I do keep my promise, even if my people think otherwise.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
So Close, And Yet, So Alone. Part 2
Continued from Part 1 Tinka and Nestor walked out of the forest together and back into North Pomme to the Conclave. Tinka noticed the uncomfortable eyes on her in her deer form as they walked through the city, same as the morning, at least no one threw rocks this time. When they were inside the gates of the Conclave, she breathed a sigh of relief.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Fiction
So Close, And Yet, So Alone. Part 1
A sequel to... It had been nearly a year since Nestor had continued his education with The Conclave of Alchemists in the city of North Pomme. Tinka had found herself a nice position within The Conclave too; functioning as a sort of ambassador between the alchemists and the beings of the woods. She had certain protections in both places in both of her forms, and enjoyed the level of freedom and responsibility offered to her. She was a selkie of simple means and the Conclave appreciated the work she did. They let her keep a robe and her pelt in the garden shed under enchantment lock as she needed. Most of the time she didn't lock it. She had already scared off most of the student alchemists with her behaviors and Nestor only confirmed more disturbing rumors about her. Most selkies were considered desirable, sexy creatures; after the last year, most people looked at Tinka like demon to be respected and not insulted. Tinka and Nestor were bonded by blood, but the fun game of respect and a little fear among The Conclave went both ways. Nestor had developed an aggressive attitude about his spot in the laboratories, a favorite spot in the library, and the rumor on how he was admitted was never made clear to anyone. For this, he became known as 'The Cruel.' When people saw the pair in the Conclave, they would part in their path for them, even if they were laughing and joking. It was a wonderful change of pace from the years of skittish fear she had lived in for years in her deer form in the woods.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Fiction
