Fantasy
Rhialla Drin
Rhialla Drin had always been special, born the seventh daughter of a seventh son and reportedly descended from the fey, it seemed hers was to be a charmed life. Her beauty, intelligence and grace were further complimented by a divine singing voice. Yes, everyone said that Rhialla would not only steal the hearts of many a young man, but that she was destined for great things
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of The Sapphire Dominion: Carter Hart
After fifty years of traveling the world, this was the first time he ever interviewed. Down the road ahead of him were a group of bandits that were beating a merchant to death and robbing his caravan. Not wanting to draw attention to himself the traveler walked by and pretended not to notice” Just keep walking, it’s not your concern” one of the bandits said and so the wanderer did. As soon as he took another step there were screams coming from inside the caravan, it was the merchant’s wife. The bandits continued to beat the merchant as the leader went to rape the wife. The screams and the smell of blood were too much for the traveler to ignore. He could also smell the merchant’s wife was in the early stages of pregnancy do he had to help her. The traveler turned around, quiet and swift as death he began killing every bandit, leaving their leader for last. Inside the caravan, the bandit leader was trying to have his way with the merchant’s wife. She was bruised and her clothes were tattered. Suddenly the leader realized the sound of silence. He stepped outside to see what happened to his men, all that was left was the formally beaten merchant that was now patched up but unconscious. His men all laid dead; some were disemboweled while others had their throats slit. Blood was everywhere.
By Chet Samuels Jr4 years ago in Fiction
The King of the Diamonds
The blue and green tent stood at the bottom of the garden, illuminated from the inside by flashlight. It glowed against the dark bushes. Fireflies looped lazily around it, like specks of gold in the failing dusk. Annabelle's voice drifted across the lawn, 'once upon a time, the land was filled with fairies.' Inside the tent, her older brother, Henry, rolled his eyes. Annabelle looked up from the book in her lap, 'I saw that.’ Henry opened his mouth to retort, but their hound-dog, Moth, nudged the book gently with her nose.
By Lottie Finklaire4 years ago in Fiction
The Vase of Ice Holding Flowers, Frozen Forever Fresh
Prince Llewellyn stopped to wipe the sweat glistening off his brow and tug at his normally silky jet black hair clinging to his neck and cheeks. His life-long best friend, betrothed, and beloved, Zoe, twisted around when she realized he was no longer in step behind her. Seeing his ruddy cheeks and disheveled tunic, she let out a little giggle.
By Amanda Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
The Ritual
Scarlett, beautiful young witch extraordinaire, sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace in the small house where she lived with her parents. She was covered only by an ancient blanket her great-grandmother had woven. She was staring into a dying fire, counting her breaths. When she reached five hundred, she stopped and turned around.
By David Berger4 years ago in Fiction
Family Ties
The sun was just about to set as he rode towards the settlement. It had been a long ride for both him and his horse and they both could do with the rest. He paused at the treeline and looked down on the 40 or so wooden cabins neatly arranged with a stream cutting across the the northern side of the clearing.
By Luke Foster4 years ago in Fiction
The Old Friar’s Tale
The old friar walked using his staff for support. Truth be told, he did not want to reach his destination, as he fought back tears, he knew this was to be possibly the hardest journey of his life. However the woman at his side would not allow him to slow his pace, let alone stop.
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Fiction
Man From The Shadows
Man From The Shadows Olive cracked open the door of the run down shack that her and her younger sister, Beth, were hiding in. The air was cold and crisp with an eerie fog hanging thick and low over the weed covered cobblestone road that ran passed the rickety old dwelling. There was no sign of the Dark Elves that had been pursuing them. There was something more electric about the energy of the night and she narrowed her eyes to try to see beyond the shadows.
By Valdeara Wallberg4 years ago in Fiction
Nourished by the Moon
She slipped through the back screen door into the darkness of the lush tropical garden leading to the center space where the true face of the moon was being revealed. Goddess Luna was beckoning her for another song tonight… she sensed her feet moving forward in small steps as they deeply enjoyed the warmth of red Mexican tiles wrapping around the curvature of the saltwater pool under the tall mimosa tree. A great silence enveloped her entire body.
By Cezarina Trone4 years ago in Fiction
