Fantasy
The Empress III
Hello My name is Eden, I am the empress of grace land today I will tell you the story of how i became empress it is quite a journey. I will begin with what started all of this, i was six years old when my mother died so that left me with my father don't get me wrong my father is a great man, he made sure that i had the best education and the best of everything because he wanted me to become empress one day, but i had other plans i wanted to fight beside my father and fight for our country so in my early day i took lessons on how to become a great warrior like my father, my aunt was the one to teach me she always made sure i had the best training but my father did not like the idea of a young lady fighting in a war so i made sure to keep quite about y training with auntie vel. Eventually once i grew up i became the best ahead of my class my 16th birthday was coming up soon and that's when things started to change for me, on a young lady 16th birthday she is bestowed to become a woman so she must marry and have children but the thought of marrying and having children did not cross my mind one bit, i was too worried about father he soon begin to fall ill and i knew soon i will have to become empress of my kingdom, so here's something about my family my mother she was a goddess in her time before she met my father, once they met they instantly fell in love but the Gods did not like the idea of the goddess of life loving a human so they stripped her of her power and banished her to earth to live the rest of her days as a human but before they could do so the Goddess was barring a child and she asked the Gods that they watch after her baby after she is long gone from the earth and they agreed. So it was Harmony the Goddess of life was banished to earth where she had her baby girl Eden. As the day's went on beautiful baby girl Eden grew stronger and on her 3rd birthday the God of righteousness came to visit her and gifted her the power of righteousness and so along with the other gods and goddess they each gave her a bit of their power to show the young empress her true self who she will become. Once I turned 5 my mother fell very ill I didn't see her much in these times she was always in her room but when i did mother sang this song to me that was so beautiful it could light up the whole world with just it's words even though at that time I didn't understand what she was saying but that didn't matter to me I got to see mother smile and that's what I wanted more than anything in the world. After that day I never seen mother smile again it's like she was gone and then she was! that day the sky cried for a long time father says, that day I met some new friends who will change everything for me Lily and peter they are the best honestly 10 years later it's just us me and my best friends or is it? Anyway guys this is my story so welcome to my world Grace land where anything is possible.
By Amora Rose4 years ago in Fiction
King Alvin (Chapter 1)
1. CAREER CHANGE My past isn’t all that impressive. I lived in a small, one bedroom stone hut with my mother on the outskirts of a small town called Highland, several miles away from the giant port city: Mai. Let’s just say that I was a dreamer; I was absolutely certain that there was some great destiny for me to fulfill; perhaps as a noble knight, or even a mysterious scholar. My mother often took me to the library where I would study all sorts of maps and the history of every single kingdom to ever exist. When I was thirteen, I traveled alone to Mai and began my knight apprenticeship under Sir Rochel: a difficult man.
By Alanna McNiel4 years ago in Fiction
Defiance
Ali gazed over the tree line as darkness faded into the glow on the horizon. The twin moons lost luster before the rising sun. Brief wisps of fog dispersed, revealing the valley below. Her sharp vision searched for motion, found none. She sniffed the air for signs of life, residue of wood smoke mingling with varied scents of the forest. And was that…? Yes. Delicate yet irrepressible, just strong enough to trace. She could almost taste the fresh bread cooling below. With a warm, cheerful grin, she began her descent down the rough mountain path.
By Patti Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
Defiance
Gault’s eyes were closed, dark hair wreathing his pale skin, clinging in strings to his cheeks and forehead. His chest rose and fell with ragged unevenness, breath harsh gasps. His face appeared gaunt, cheeks and eyes sunken. Ali felt the fist of ice tighten one last time.
By Patti Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
Between the Moon
There are little interplanetary systems that fill with stars on dark and foggy nights. Those of us with magic call them light-holes. The first light-hole I found was between my house, the field behind Mrs. Karney’s house, and the moon. There was a little spot in that triangle of space where no streetlights hit and the stars made their appearance. I called it the “Empty Space,” for the void there on quiet nights. On perfect nights—the nights when the power went out and a storm chased all the clouds away, I would run off to the Empty Space with a blanket, a thermos of hot chocolate, and a little leather journal that kept all my adventures safely hidden away. I would lay wide awake and draw lines in the sky till my eyelids would droop and the stars drew near. Sometime before sunrise the light-hole always opened up. It was always after my eyes closed and before the sun came back. My dreams would fill suddenly with white light and stairs in every direction. I would climb and climb till eventually my head would poke through the clouds and I would find myself in another world.
By Kevin I. Barkman4 years ago in Fiction
Mordred and Dracula
Mordred could see the castle from miles away, a blackish parasite on an already dark landscape. It seemed to lap up the darkness, drinking it in with its mere presence. There was a strange beauty in its grotesqueness. Black clouds swallowed the skies, and were it not for his affinity for darkness he would see nothing at all. Gargoyles covered the towers, made in the form of every horrible thing. Fiend, manticore, chimera, orc, and harpy. Skeletons stood impaled by wooden pikes, faces still in eternal screams. The lord of this castle had dark tastes, a black beauty indeed.
By Zay Aeternum4 years ago in Fiction
Listen
“Listen, well, the Tale of Barkus,” the old wizard said, weaving his magic in the air. Motes of dust and light sprinkled forth from his fingertips, and a fire sprung to life before him. His voice was dry and withered, but eyes were alight with a youthful shine. He beckoned us closer to the fire and waited patiently as we sat ourselves around it.
By Dexter Davison4 years ago in Fiction
Gorgon
Let me tell you a story, a story that happened a long long time ago, in a much different world, a story of a woman cursed. In the days when gods were still worshipped, days when temples were still sacred and to be protected, days when no one seemed to understand. So listen, whoever you may be reading this, for this is the true story of the monster that is Medusa.
By Hannah Ray4 years ago in Fiction
Fresh Off The Boat. V+ Fiction Award Winner.
LA RIOUX, LEGIOLE LA RIOUX, LEGIOLE 21 June 4E93 Andrzej Mlynár could hear the Legiolien border agents from where he hid alongside the cargo in the back of the lorry as they inspected the truck driver’s papers. Everyone remained totally still and silent where they were as the border agents conducted their routine inspection; they were stowed away with a band of gypsies travelling from Alvaria, finally nearing the end of their long journey. Taking refuge within the back of a lorry, the group had initially been travelling from the city of Český-Trenčianske, though they’d switched lorries several times across their journey. They’d spent the greater part of the last week hidden with the cargo-holds of whatever unsupervised lorries they could find between the rest stops on their route to Bree. The back of their current transport was filled up mostly with boxes of various sizes of what they assumed to be furniture, though there was no way of truly knowing as they were labelled in Svanean writing.
By Kelson Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
