Fantasy
The Accused
In the cold dreary night I was taken from my bed, ripped from my dreams, I screamed in agony. “What is this intrusion?!” “You, Audrey Sybil, are hereby charged with witchcraft, and you are to be put on trial.” the guard said, struggling to keep me contained. My fathers look was fearful, it was as though he had seen a ghost.
By Isabella Ciampa4 years ago in Fiction
The Reaper's Redemption
The boy was young and beautiful. His skin was milk white, which contrasted with his shiny raven-black locks. Big clear, ice-blue orbs that mesmerized all who looked into them regarded the world from his rosy-cheeked angelic face. It was as if the fairytale Snow White had stepped from page or film and entered our world as a boy of barely eight years. Yes indeed, everyone said that many smitten young ladies would fall for the beautiful boy in years to come.
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Fiction
Deus ex Demonica
Creatures of flesh, bone, and weakness are rent under the wake of his blade. An ocean of lesser demons chatter and claws in all directions, ripping into each other in their frantic hunger for his life. Their tide blots out the sky, screaming out from the dark they cast. He grips the haft of his glaive and sunders their twisted forms. Their dark spirits evaporate, and the vessels of flesh they have twisted for violence melt to a putrid sludge, unstable without ill will to drive them. His breath is laboured, but only for an instant. He casts the gore from his weapon and sets forth anew.
By Thomas James Donoghue4 years ago in Fiction
Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part Seven
Chapter Thirteen: Promises Manzer and Beatrice struggle to recover from the intensity of the event that just took place in front of them. The intense blast of energy that had put the both of them on their backs not only affecting their sense of sight but of location as well as they struggle to identify where exactly it is that they rest. It's almost as if someone lit a firework in between them that set a certain boundary into motion, one that comes with dire consequences if ever crossed. Despite the lack of cognitive and visual perceptions the back room of the shop that they are in no longer has light in it to give them any sort of guidance or locational substance. So the two are left to clumsily feel around the room with their hands.
By Epitome Publishing4 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
NORTHERN TUNDRA, THE EAST Spring, 1E78 The days turned to weeks following the initial onset of Aenor's eastern expedition, but still the elves who survived their harsh welcome continued to plod along aimlessly through the tundra where they found themselves. Spring was already upon them, though the members of the exploration party were unaware of it; the season had made its transition without any noticeable change to the weather or climate. What they had managed to keep of their supplies following their arrival upon the barren shores had dwindled despite their best efforts to make them last, though after some time they spotted a distant town on the barren horizon.
By Kelson Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
CALAIS, LEGION Winter, 1E78 That's the signal… but so soon? Mathias stopped in his tracks as he spotted Edwin rolling himself a cigarette up ahead. Robin stood beside the Ahglorian shopkeeper as the pair stood idly by in the street. I'll be damned, that’s the signal! Mathias watched in shock and disbelief as his cohort lit the freshly rolled cigarette, turning in his own tracks and heading towards the town centre as per his own directions. No deterrence. He'd made eye contact with Edwin even as the Ahglorian lit his smoke, seeing the look of frustration and desperation on the trader's face as Mathias deviated from his course in light of the blatant, albeit premature, signal.
By Kelson Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
DUNKIRK, LEGION Spring, 1E79 “Remember; everything must go according to plan if you want your son back unharmed- we've already had enough mishaps.” Mathias said to Robin quietly, under his breath, as they made their way through the grandiose streets of the Legion capitol. Several weeks had passed since the Calais riots and they hadn’t allowed those weeks to pass by idly. Ever since the trio had managed to sneak and bribe their way into the capitol they’d used that time to plot the next stage of the plan that was culminating as it continued to come to fruition. Meeting at the house of Frederick, a friend of Edwin’s in the capitol, the trio held up and plotted the days away, making the necessary arrangements with their fellow contacts throughout the capitol leading up to the present.
By Kelson Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
DUNKIRK, LEGION Spring, 1E79 Nearly a year had passed by since Pierre had been ordered to maintain law and order in Avon town. Jean was now 19 years old, as well as a Captain of the city watch. His brother wrote to him occasionally, sent by the Imperial Postmen from Avon town on the Northern frontline. The letters grew darker as the months passed by and were mostly updates to the growing list of obituaries of the Legionary host in the North. Pierre had spent the majority of his time in the Northern town fighting off the wild tribesmen and insurrectionists that sometimes assaulted the town- in addition to the rebel townsfolk who protested regularly in the streets for their liberation and independence. He'd been promoted several times over the course of his deployment, having been granted his own squad as a result of his display of the ability to survive and work together with his kinsmen in the midst of the depraved savagery of the uncivilised northlands that they sought to bring under the king's reign.
By Kelson Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
CALAIS, LEGION Winter, 1E78 “To arms! To arms!” a soldier called out as their captain crumpled to the ground before them. The rioters had begun arming themselves with bricks, staves, swords, hammers, axes, knives, bows, and stones as they assailed the king's men who sought to contain the fire and insurrection that continued to grow and spread despite their best efforts.
By Kelson Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
Witch Hunters Dream in Binary Code
A cold wind shrieks—she's a phantom trying to possess brick and mortar. I know that piercing wind, how her eyes scrutinize the walls, and how she stalks around my home waiting to snatch her prey. Her giant dark eyes focused on my house, waiting for it to crack. I know she wants to slip through the plaster and swallow me into her gray, decayed mouth. She rattles the trees and hurtles trash down the road. I can hear the tuna cans and beer bottles banging along the pavement. My whole house shakes under her spell.
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Fiction
