Fantasy
Angel and Baby Parker
Have you ever had a dream? A dream that no one else understood? I have a dream, and my sister and I are the only ones who understand. Our town is small and we live a quiet life. One day while out exploring our dream became a reality and forever changed us. This is our story.
By Niecee May4 years ago in Fiction
Shadows
Sara clawed herself backwards towards the trees. The cold water of the lake lapping at the shore in front of her. Her clothes were soaked. Her hair was a tangled mess from the water and the sand when she had finally made it back to shore. She stared blankly out at the water so dark and ominous. Her heart beating loudly in her chest, though, slowly calming down. What had just happened?
By Torey Barrett4 years ago in Fiction
The manifestation of lust.
Desire. It’s a passionate trap that ensnares our senses, and captivates our minds. The simple gesture of another’s touch, the subtle hints through soft, seductive tones, and the display of affection that imprisons our hearts. Binding our souls to another that should not have been, entwining our flesh, attaching ourselves to another in our displays of weakness. To the simple, what looks delicious is enticing. To the foolish, the beauty of another is enough to lead astray. Such folly leads unwitting men into the grave by the deceptive intentions of the promiscuous woman. Into the very pits of hell, where death becomes their shepherd.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
I awake no longer in my lounge-room, but in my bed. My dog is next to me, licking the outside of my left thigh. “How did he get inside?” Sitting up, I realise that there is blood everywhere. It is all through my bed and all over me. Searching my vessel I notice a deep gash on the outside of my left thigh, right where my dog has been licking. “Yuck!” I grab a flannel from the bathroom and apply pressure to the wound. “What the fuck happened? How did I get into my bed and how did I get this gash?” The blood does not stop pouring from the wound and I know that I am going to have to call an ambulance. “Fuck.” Walking out to the lounge-room area, I observe the scene. It appears as if there has been a struggle. The back door is wide open. There is a broken fruit bowl behind the couch. The area to where I tried to take my life was still as I remember it, though. Popping the dog outside and shutting the door, I call the ambulance and quickly tidy up the area in the lounge-room, hiding all evidence of any attempt on my life. I feel a little groggy, but otherwise I am completely conscious. The tears begin to flow as I realise that my life has been spared. However, they are not tears of joy or gratitude. They are tears of sorrow and pain, knowing that I am expected to continue with this journey as it is.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Fiction
Trust and Betrayal: Death is only the Beginning
“You however smear me with lies; you are worthless physicians, all of you!” (Job 13:4) Note: All the events written in this book are fiction. Any mention of actual persons or places are purely coincidental.
By Jonathan Spain-Collins4 years ago in Fiction
Ciaran and the Peninsula of Plenty
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, and there weren’t always trolls on the Peninsula. Ciaran sat on a round, flat stone flipping a golden coin. His favorite sitting stone sat at the southern tip of the Peninsula of Plenty, at the point two rivers, Troll Brook and Mink Creek, met the ocean. The sun was setting over the ocean to his right. As he looked out at the ocean south of his favorite rock on the cliff, the oranges, pinks, and purples were shimmering off the gold coin flipping through the air. As Ciaran flipped the coin another time, a shadow blocked out the beautiful sunlight. A gray-skinned troll with brown vest and pants had come up on Ciaran, trying to catch him unaware. Its short dagger and menacing smile would have intimidated many normal humans, and other than a coin-shaped birthmark on his left shoulder, Ciaran was a normal human. However, his life had been affected by trolls before, and his birthmark lent him an extraordinary skill. As he caught the coin, he flipped it much higher in the air. The troll could not help but follow the coin with its eyes. Ciaran pulled a second coin from his pocket and threw it, striking the troll between its two eyes that were still focusing up at the coin. The coin hit the troll with such force that it killed him. Ciaran deftly caught the coin that was falling from the sky and went to retrieve the other one. Casting one last cold look at the corpse, he walked out of the clearing and back into Larchcorn Forest.
By Noah Glenn4 years ago in Fiction
