Fantasy
The Stranger
There have been too many sleepless nights. My back is killing me. I feel like I've strained it. My joints are aching to the point where I don't want to move. I just want to sleep. I want to close my eyes for a few months. There's too much noise. I need silence. Opening my apartment door, I stared blankly inside. Slowly I closed the door, took five deep breaths, and closed it again. I walked in not knowing what to expect. Only the darkness flooded my senses.
By Jasmine Harris4 years ago in Fiction
An Irate King
“Bring the dragon witch forth before me.” The king said this with a very deadly tone. I shift from my spot next to him in uneasiness. I have not decided whether this is due to the words the king just said or the way he said them. Either way someone was about to be in serious trouble. The thing that is brought before the dark king is no dragon. In fact the creature resembles a fae or water sprite, something otherworldly, definitely, but a dragon she is not. She is no more a dragon than he, a mortal, is. With her silver hair dull with the mud caking it and the blood dried to those same strands, she looked striking- dare I say beautiful even. I held my breath as those vivid violet eyes, so filled with rage and cunning, lifted to meet mine.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
Man From The Shadows
Man From The Shadows Part III: Friend-enemy “Bastard set the place on fire…,” The man standing in front of Raleek started looking up at the smoke pouring in through the hatch. He was distracted it; was the perfect time for Raleek to attack once Olive was safely behind him. She was smart and took advantage of it herself, so she was safely out of the way in a matter of seconds.
By Valdeara Wallberg4 years ago in Fiction
Who Am I
A comet streaked across the night sky. It was Mother in her long white dress. She was out making deliveries. I was supposed to be sleeping, Mother had tucked me carefully into her basket. She sang a song that seemed to keep the other creations sleeping. I could not sleep. I wanted to gaze at Mother’s beautiful face. I wanted to see the stars we flew by. I wanted to dance to the song Mother was singing. I wiggled from my place among the other creations and began my dance. I heard Mother laugh and saw her looking down at me. Her attention felt warm and invigorating. I leapt into the air, again and again. To dance for Mother was a pleasure. I heard her gasp. The wind had swept me out of the basket and I was falling. I watched Mother grow further and further away. Her tears fell like rain, ushering me down to the earth.
By Kayla Holyoak Avondet4 years ago in Fiction
The Camels of Misfit Farm Chapter 2
The pasture behind the barn was ten acres of rolling green vegetation surrounded by new barbed wire and fenceposts splashed with no-trespassing-purple paint. At the foot of Tester Mountain, the fence marked the border between the farm and Art Loeb National Forest, where granite outcroppings and wild rhododendrons overlooked the Chinquapin River. It was not a simple, flat pasture, rather a wild meadow dotted with large grey rocks, random young trees, and patches of milkweed and nettles among the grasses. It was unsuitable for hay but okay for grazing.
By Janet Patterson4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost City of Pela Part 3
Derek paced back and forth the hall corridor in front of his father's door. His mind raced with thoughts of all the events that happened and not knowing what he was going to tell his father. His father Majesty King Ethan had a strict policy about royals and nonroyals entering into any union together.
By Saige Adora 4 years ago in Fiction
The Void
It was cold. There was a strange atmosphere around, as if the air was damp, musty, devoid of oxygen. It smelled weird too. Not unpleasant, not nice, it smelled like a profound nothingness; if a human was able to breathe in the deepest parts of the ocean, this is what the smell would be like. Well, at least that was what Victor Lavoi thought.
By Violet Lee4 years ago in Fiction
Where Wolves Howl and Marigolds Grow
Grandma would always tell me stories of men, women, and everyone in between, who would change into giant beasts who look as if a wolf morphed into a human. Of course, for most of my life, I believed these stories to be the ramblings of an old woman, who had lived far past her time, a woman who was so broken up inside that she turned to the fiction of old regarding werewolves and the legends of their lovers. until I was handed over her cabin and everything in it, in the wake of her death.
By Ronwin Peters4 years ago in Fiction
One Particular Night In Venice Part 2
"Reverend Mist" the stately woman says in greeting. From pier side emerges a most odd figure. Humanlike with exaggerated features. Most notably an elongated chin and smile that climbs his cheekbones. Oh yeah, and he has wings. Delilah presses into the reverend as a child hiding behind a parent.
By Brandon Hall4 years ago in Fiction
Crimson Dance
Crimson Dance Their bodies lithely move in sync, sweat coats every inch of the two deadly dancers. Their gazes are intensely locked in an intimate moment. Their swords clash as each strives to kill the other. They move with feline grace, each striking so fast their bodies are an inhuman blur. After a flurry of blows it appears like one has the upper hand and the fight has swung in favor of the female. A wicked smirk alights upon the elven woman’s face a half second later, she catches his sword with hers and knocks it from his grasp. Immediately following, she flicks her wrist bringing the point of her sword to his throat. In a light musical thrill she speaks one word, “concede.” He pauses dumbstruck at his defeat.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
