Fantasy

A Gathering of Ghosts
THE gathered ghosts were all agog, anticipating the arrival of someone who they had been waiting for, for a long time. The ghosts had assembled by the huge weeping willow. At the bottom of the ghoulish tree lay a humongous wood-burning cauldron. Its flames, cursed to burn forever, were like dragons’ tongues of fire.
By Josephine Crispin4 years ago in Fiction
The Choice
“We will close soon, sister.” The ticket girl stared at her from her niche, with her gloved hands. But the sunset was not cold, at least not for her who loved walking in the sweet and clean air. “Don’t worry, dear, just a quick ride.”
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
Life On Olympus
The Arrival A gleaming pathway wined up the mountainside. Cyprus trees of golden-tipped leaves swayed in the calmed and tamed winds of the high peak. As his golden encrusted robes dragged behind his bronze feet, he kept steady along the path. The last inches of the road gave way to a great gate. Swirls of gold reflected passionately from the rays of Helios. As he inched closer and closer to the gate, the mighty doors opened, as if they’d known a resident of the palaces they guarded stood before them. They opened to a scene of a springing fountain adorned in fine flowers, depictions of the mighty inhabitants of the shining mountain placed in it and flowing waterfalls and spilled from the tip of the carved wonder. Great columns stood proudly along the road’s edges. He looked around and knew this awe of a scene was his home.
By Donta Norman4 years ago in Fiction
The Hall of Eternal Summer. Third Place in The Scarlet Macaw Challenge.
Everything that was peculiar about his childhood could be traced back to Lady Ara. There was the time he’d found himself perched atop a tree. The ground had seemed so far, so solid and certain, but there was no fear when he had leapt with wild glee from the stately cypress. Just the image of her laughing face and the feeling of falling into her open arms. Solid and certain.
By Lilia4 years ago in Fiction
Ridge Day One
Prologue The Beasts hit the wall and began to scramble up the side. Soldiers rushed along, giving orders to those under their command. The young General stood near the edge of the wall, watching every move and every reaction. General Hamel had never seen the Beasts move with such anger or purpose before.
By Shawn P. B. Robinson4 years ago in Fiction
A Knight to Remember
Sir Rodney sat on his brown and white speckled pony, shield on his arm, sword at his side. He sat, chin tilted upward, his battle helm under his arm, as the knock-kneed beast walked, head down, to the edge of town.
By Matthew B. Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Necromancer's Journal
Chapter One Looking Back
By Dante Cross4 years ago in Fiction
Saving A Goddess
(This story was inspired by some things I've seen on tiktok) I sat on my bed sketching in my sketchbook killing time before school. I was sketching what I imagined our goddess would look like. Over the last four hundred years our goddess has been the main subject of our history. One day she decided to change the way things worked for us. She created a system with her powers that would help humans determine certain things in their lives. The list consists of how many words we get each year. As in how many words we get to say for that entire year. I think she created that because many humans have nothing but mean things to say to one another and she probably hoped that with a limit on how many words you get to use would cause the humans to control what we say and save it for more important things then being mean. I always choose to give my words away. I never know who they go to but I feel I don’t need any. If I truly need to say something I can just write it down or text it to the person.
By LunarRose4 years ago in Fiction
Calling the Deep
Blinking, I try to clear my vision. Shaking my head, okay, it’s back to normal. It’s just a teacup full of water. Of course it is.
By Willow Phoenix4 years ago in Fiction
I Hate Vampires
Let me start off by expressing my hatred towards vampires: I hate them. They have become one of the most overused monsters in today's culture, and don't ask me how that happened because I have absolutely no clue. Also, they went from Nosferatu ugly to Edward Cullen handsome and sexualized to hell. Since when was murder and blood-sucking attractive? A vampire can bite someone's neck and it's considered hot but any normal person does it and it's called murder with a possible life sentence to follow. Now that you understand my stance with vampires, let me tell you how much it sucks that I've become one.
By Kacie4 years ago in Fiction
The Starboard Sabbatical
Stargazing on the ocean was one of my favorite things. I had been on the pursuit of the sublime, with abandon. I did not pursue this carelessness by way of frivolity. No, it had been as a result of the ripping insistence of loss and pain. The early understanding of the fragility of life, instead of creating timidity, bred ferocity. The kind that inspired me to paddle my board out into the bay, and lay there watching the stars, waving my legs through the phosphorescence that played on the surfaces of the sea, mirroring the dark night full of stars.
By Sarah St.Erth4 years ago in Fiction
Valor
Valor Prologue Slowly, the sun crept down towards the horizon. The stench of death filled the air. A flock of crows flew overhead, letting out loud caws. The men, faces etched with sorrow, walked forward. They carried famine stricken bodies in their steady hands. They laid their grim burdens down on the deck of the large longboat. High pitched wails filled the air. A man walked forward carrying a torch. The flame danced with anticipation. He touched the ship with the lit end of the torch. The ravenous flames spread quickly. A brisk wind filled the sail and the boat strained against the ropes that bound it to the dock. Calmly the man unsheathed a rusty knife and cut it loose. Silently, the boat drifted away leaving a trail of black smoke. Laggardly, it faded into the distance carrying the bodies of the deceased on their final journey.
By Sean Griffin4 years ago in Fiction