Fantasy
A Spring To Action
CALAIS, LEGION Winter 1E78 "Alright, you all know the plan. Mathias will accompany us from a distance whilst Robin and I make our move to depart from here to my contact in France. Once we're through the checkpoint and on our way, Mathias will give the signal. If anyone has any questions regarding the plan or their roles, this is the final chance to voice any concerns. Once we depart from this house, the plan is in motion and there is to be no deterrence- however slight. Is that understood?" Edwin spoke up. He'd returned to Calais a couple days previously from his northern travels, having spent the time gathering and preparing the imperial insurrectionists for what was soon to pass.
By Kelson Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
The Gingerbread War
The House of Gingerbread was a delightful little Café in a quaint old village in the countryside. It was a family café run by Alice and her two daughters. It was famous for the gingerbread display they kept all year round in the window of the café (Gingerbread Valley). It was a grand display, made entirely from candy and gingerbread. During the day, it was full of visitors who’d come to sample the delicious treats made fresh that morning. It was especially popular at Christmas. The café was always full of life even after closing.
By Simon George4 years ago in Fiction
The Necklace Thief
Screams. Nothing but the horrific sound of anguish filled the void that was Sevin’s memory. He had not been able to sleep since his fiancé, Nadora, had been killed for the silver around her neck, and when he did, he was haunted by nightmares from a month past.
By Dan Lauridsen4 years ago in Fiction
True Meaning
“Conner, where are my keys?” Tearing through the house last minute searching for things was the new normal for me lately. “Hazel?! Are you still here? You were suppose to leave more than fifteen minutes ago.” He came running into the foyer with my keys held high in his hand, “They were on the corner of the desk.”
By Piper Curran4 years ago in Fiction
Insurrection
CALAIS, LEGION Autumn, 1E78 All Legion houses were built in the same fashion, generally leaving one with three basic options when purchasing a place. The upper-class aristocrats bought three-story townhouses whilst the lower-class workers rented single floors of the very same townhouses broken into flats. Merchants, however, found themselves in a middle-ground, sometimes buying two-floor homes, such as the one Robin presently found himself facing. The aristocratic homes were painted in lavish colours and the windows often overlooked beautiful gardens past the thick velvet curtains that decorated them whilst blocks of flats were plain coloured and with shared backgardens. Edwin and his neighbour's houses were more basic however, though still more decadent than the lower-class cottages and blocks of flats of the poor. The houses were built alongside each other as was the style of Legion towns and they lined the street in rows.
By Kelson Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
The Elder Council
FAEN, AENOR Winter, 1E72 "We are gathered here today in light of the cradle snatchings that have been occurring consistently the past few months. I beseech of all those with something to say on the matter or facts and evidence to present to please step forward now, so that we might convene. It is the objective of this meeting to hear all that is presently known on the matter so that it might be relayed to the Elder Council where decisions can be made in how to deal with the matter." the Elder Chieftain of Faen spoke up, addressing all those present at the town meeting. His silver hair flowed over a light earthy-coloured robe, and though he was old it was in a timeless sense, only notable in his gaze that showed their experience.
By Kelson Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
A Message In The Night
Robin rolled himself a spliff in the warmth of his tent. It was a cool autumn night and he awaited his son expectantly. It had been a week now and his son would be home soon. The spliff had started to trail and so he fixed it by wetting the tip of his finger and running it along the paper around the lit cherry. The spittle sizzled as he continued to puff on the zoot and it corrected itself after a few more drags. The pungent aroma of cannabis filled the tent and he hot-boxed the small quarters of his provisional residence. He heard the sound of hurried feet outside and rushed out to meet his son; instead he found Edwin, much to his confusion.
By Kelson Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
Angel Wings and Death's Embrace
Madame Cybelle shuffled her deck of tarot cards, their edges were gilded but worn from years of use and handling. The fortune teller wore a thick veil that obscured her face but I pictured her in my head. I imagined her wise old face lined with wrinkles and her thin lips pressed in a hard line. Candles flickered around us casting shadows along the tent walls. My mind conjured images of terrifying creatures and shadow monsters coming to take me away as if I didn’t belong here but instead elsewhere. I swallowed nervously as I tried to clear my head of unpleasant thoughts but the silence made it hard. Madame Cybelle had not uttered a word since I stepped into her tent, into her world of fortunes and fates. Her deafening silence and the flickering candlelight gave one an unsettled feeling and I grew more and more anxious as the seconds ticked by.
By Jessica Burns Piraino4 years ago in Fiction
Fate & Feathers
The bizarre bird had outlived everyone in the town for centuries, then again, it was sometimes difficult to separate fact from fiction when it came to Drudgeville’s most curious oddity. That hadn’t stopped me from trying though, I’d been just as obsessed with the myths and legends as I was with the facts, even before I inherited the huge Macaw and the minor celebrity that came with it.
By Stace Oddity4 years ago in Fiction
