Fantasy
In Between
Here in the in between, many souls pass through, but none of them stay. This is merely a weigh station, a place for them to be herded from one world to the next. Limbo, purgatory, whatever you wish to call it, this is a place where no one stays for long. This is not a place where people live.
By Lauren Triola4 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Queen (Part 6)
Finley was leaning against a metal bannister as he watched his little tracking but flash around the screen. He knew they had to wait for it to stop, so they could converge on the Adze’s location but after being touched and how Ciara seemed to dislike him, Finley was more impatient than ever. He just wanted to get it over with and then he can leave but he knew it would look bad if he didn’t finish his first mission. He stared as Vanessa walked over to a large man with a bulbous nose. He was wearing half rimmed glasses and had a keyboard twice as big as a normal one to fit his giant hands. He couldn’t help but wonder is this guy a troll as he’d never met one before. He eyes flicked back to the screen as the dot seemed to stop but after a second it carried on moving. Finley took a deep breath as his mind began to drift. He thought about his life and why he even wanted to be an assassin. ‘It’s not like being a mortal, you don’t have a choice you either are or you’re not a hunter. But I guess us immortals get more options for stuff like this,’ he thought before letting out a deep sigh, he didn’t want to show it but Ciara had really got to him. ‘What would my dad say at a time like this?’ He pondered. Finley closed his eyes gently and heard his father’s voice emanate in his mind, ‘son, if you don’t try you’ll never know. That’s how you was born through a random opportunity.’ He smirked at his dad’s words and it brought him back to the story of how his dad met his mum, and why he was born.
By Dee Jay Kay4 years ago in Fiction
VAINGLORY
1 Back ina day, one evening in January 1970, our hero was sitting at home in his fathers house. Our hero was remarkably bored which was a particularly common occurrence. Our hero is me, Nax, which is short for Nathaxniel. Its my friends that nick-named me Nax although currently I have no friends. The individuals that I used to call my friends are stupid and dumb.
By Nathaniel Ozuski4 years ago in Fiction
OUR ALIEN OVERLORDS
1 Once upon a time and once upon a place in the world there was a man named John who was a writer. John was an especially serious writer which one could tell simply by looking at his room. His antique typewriter sat atop his coffee stained rustic writing table, next to his collection of used coffee mugs. The light from his purposefully vintage filament desk lamp bounced off the edges of his thick rimmed tortoiseshell reading glasses as he sat in his vintage creaking desk chair.
By Nathaniel Ozuski4 years ago in Fiction
A Haunting Promise
The clomp of heavy boots on hard plank floors made my eyes pop open with excitement. I waited for my dad to enter the room and make his waking call. Dad knew he needed me on these nighttime expeditions, but he was hesitant to take me and that seemed to be the case more when I acted eager for the experience.
By E. J. Strange4 years ago in Fiction
Angel and Baby Parker
When we finally woke up, we were all a little groggy. Then the stretching, scratching, rolling, and yawning commenced. We made our beds in our foggy, morning-wake-up-routine state of mind, and like a snapping finger, in the midst of this waking up, it hit us all at the same time what waking up this morning meant. We all looked around at each other and seeing Angel and I had not lost our horns or new colorings, Owen started getting really excited and did a back spring flip of excitement.
By Niecee May4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
Is this actually him, though? Is he astral projecting right now? Is he telepathically communicating with me? This is not the first time I have heard Zabian inside of my head speaking with me and the last length of period in which this happened, it near drove me fucking crazy. I once watched a video of Zabian and his wife where-by at the end of the video, Zabian indicated that we shared a telepathic ability. And I should probably note here, that the video also insinuated that the woman sitting next to him was not Zabian’s wife at all, but his brother’s. This was then validated when I was later looking at a photo of him and his wife and my phone began to glitch. Then when the picture returned, his wife was still covered by a glitch and Zabian, was as clear as the original photo. Anyway, his eyes were soft and gentle in the video. It appeared as though he was in a natural altered state of consciousness, similar to the one that which entices within me, a state of vibrational ecstasy. As his wife was talking to the camera, Zabian was whispering to himself. I could not hear what he was saying, but his lips were moving as though he was responding to a voice inside of his head. This video was produced right after I had questioned our ability to accomplish telepathic communication. I was not sure if the message was genuine, for obvious reasons. Don’t get me wrong, when I hear his voice in this way, it is always one of pure unconditional love, encouragement, adoration and of course, the most tempting of amorous seduction. However, without any solid verbal validation from Zabian that this is actually what is taking place between us, I begin to question my sanity every time that it occurs. That horrible feeling of bewilderment floods my system again in this moment as the transpiration of this transmission arises. The original intention behind that of my instigation of self-pleasure quickly flashes through my mind and I sequentially decide, that if Zabian needs to be in my thoughts in this way, then I shall welcome it. In fact, I am going to further this with an invitation. “If this is the way that you want to make love to me Zabian, if this is what your soul needs, then go for it. My vessel is yours to enter.” With the sentiment, I roll over onto my back, to where I spread my legs and welcome penetration. However, as soon as I do, the experience immediately ceases.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Fiction
Angel and Baby Parker
When something magical happens and you live to tell the tail sometimes things aren't received as well as could be hoped. After the wonderous magical world was reviled to us and it was finally time to go home for the night, we said our goodbyes and headed home. A part of me felt like we should stay in the woods with all our new friends. Angel insisted we return home and tell Owen, our little brother. He was going to be so jealous.
By Niecee May4 years ago in Fiction
Octavia
“Octavia, Time to get up for school”, my mom called. I groaned into my sheets ugh “5 more minute’s mom!” I yelled in return. I heard her laugh and walk away. I hated mornings they always come to quickly and last to short. I wanted to stay wrapped in my goose down blanket. It was warm and I felt safe. I sighed I knew if I didn’t get up my mom would come back and practically drag me out of bed by my feet with as much enthusiasm as a sloth I got up, “Man, I got to pee” I thought to myself as I made my way across the hall into the bathroom. Our house wasn’t a huge one, it was cozy and cute like a little fairytale cottage. One bathroom two bedroom all so close together the doors almost touched. I didn’t mind living in this house I loved it. Big houses scared me, and you never knew what could be in them. After I did my business I went back to my room, a smile creeped onto my face my mom laid out my cloths for me she is so sweet a little erratic and hairbrained but sweet. I got dressed and sat at my vanity to do my hair and makeup for the day. I stared into my reflection. A girl with jet black hair pale skin and violet eyes started back at me I was different. I had to hide my true eye color I couldn’t risk anyone finding out, I loved my eyes and I hated hiding them, with less enthusiasm as a cow being led to slaughter, I reached for the lens case. Muddy brown ugh it was the only color that hid my eyes I hated them they felt weird and made my eyes itch. I put them in and started working on my hair. Long and shiny likes a ravens wing I decided to just brush it and leave it down I didn’t feel up to messing with it today. I dotted on some come here boys red lip gloss that gave the color of blood red to my lips. I glanced one more time into the mirror before getting up to get dressed. I walked over to my bed and grabbed my hip hugger jeans I smiled these where the ones that made my butt look amazing if I do say so for myself. I put them on along with a lacy black thing and matching bra. The shirt that was on my bed looked new puzzled I grabbed it and walked out of my room I could see my mom bustling about in the kitchen I waled down the tiny hall into it. “Hey mom?”, she turned and looked at me “yes dear?” Hey brown doe like eyes staring at me “Umm I was just wondering is this shirt new?” I held it up Her face flickered I didn’t recognize the look it happened so quickly, but I knew something was up “Oh yes, I got that for you and would love to see you wear it today” she said turning her back on me. She knew if she looked at me, I would be able to sense something was up. “Mom”, “look at me” Her body stiffened I knew she was trying to prepare to block me she never could, slowly she turned around. The look in her eyes almost made me take a step back. Was that fear? I decided to drop it, I walked up to her and gave her a hug. “Thanks mommy I love it.” She relaxed. “You’re welcome, dear now hurry up and finish getting dressed or you will be late.” She said with a smile on her face. “Ok mom” I said and went back to my room. I put the shirt down on the bed and looked at it. It was made of a silky Black material that had little silver beads around the chest area shaped into a butterfly. It was beautiful I had to admit. I was a little scared it wouldn’t fit over my boobs. They weren’t small or huge either but for a 17-year-old they were big. I took the shirt and gasped at how it felt when I out it on. It was so light and silky It kind of felt like I stepped into a cloud, and it wrapped itself around my body. It took me a moment to determine that it was my imagination, it was a shirt for goddess’s sake. I turned to my mirror and was stunned it fit perfectly almost like the shirt knew where to curve to match my body I shivered, and I shook the feeling off and grabbed my shoes. They where my favorite pair. Little ballet flats that sparkle. Once I finished getting dressed, I grabbed my phone form the charger and smiled. My best friend apparently has been blowing up my phone Man does that girl ever sleep. I put the phone in my purse and walked out into the kitchen again. Mom made me a sausage and egg breakfast sandwich. “Hey mom got to run Kayla Is freaking out right now.” My mom chuckled, “when isn’t she?” She asked with amusement in her eyes. I laughed grabbed my sandwich and kissed her on the head. Bye mom Ill see you after school I love you. “I love you too Octavia”, my mom said. I turned to the door and opened it. It was a bight and sunny day I loved the sun, if it hit my hair just right, you could see streaks of dark purple. I made my way down the street towards Kayla’s house. I read her messages while walking. “O, you won’t believe what happened at Tyler’s party last night! It was a shame you weren’t there.” “No, seriously are you mad at me because I went? Text me ASAP!” “OCTAVIA ROSE HALLOWAY YOU ANSWER ME THIS MINUTE!” Uh-oh she used my whole name she must be mad, I texted her back quickly “K calm down I am fine I fell asleep early now get your cute butt outside ill be there in 2” I put the phone back into my purse and focused on my food. I didn’t notice something was following me until it was almost too late. I turned around almost falling. I gasped that was the last thing I remembered.
By Simmer Shari4 years ago in Fiction
