Fantasy
The Old Lady in the Field
I remembered the house from my youth. Traveling north on the interstate to visit relatives, I would watch eagerly for it from the backseat of my parents' old station wagon, anticipation growing with each mile closer to Lexington. Was it still there?
By Rebecca McKeehan4 years ago in Fiction
The Wedding Bouquet
Pink skies blind my eyes. Yellow seas splash my knees, and I wish the lady getting married was me. Not to the groom of course. For years I had been alone. I wanted someone strong and supportive to hold, and help me forge my way down the road.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
The Witch, The Curse, and Time Traveler. Top Story - October 2021.
“We’re going to watch her burn, right?” Brennan knew the man in the green suit was fidgety, eager to watch the trial proceed, but he kept his voice low and calm as he spoke to the huddled tourists. “In a moment, they will bring the accused woman out. While no one from this time can hear or see you, please accord your fellow travelers some respect and speak only when necessary.”
By Sandi Parsons4 years ago in Fiction
One Cold Night
“Don’t go,” murmured the husband, laying a weighted hand on her shoulder. He might have kept her there, pulled her back from the door, had it been even one degree colder. The blustering wind howled then, shaking the glass in the windowpanes. He arched his eyebrow, as if it had proved his point. The wife ducked out from his grasp, plopping herself on the floor to pull on the thick woolen socks.
By Claudia Neaves4 years ago in Fiction
Champion
The sound of the crowd roared in Lenore’s head as she ran towards her opponent, moving swiftly and gracefully over the already blood-soaked ground. It had been a long day already, with many defeated enemies and what seemed like an ocean of blood, but she wasn’t tired. Her heart sang strongly at the thought of more battle. One more chance to live or die. One more chance to dance with the dragon.
By Chris Cunliffe4 years ago in Fiction
Sand
Babatunde crossed the ridge, the sand firm under his feet, and planted his staff in the ground whilst he surveyed the image before him. Isixeko Seglasi filled that image – the City of Glass. Here, in the deepest part of the desert, stood the legendary city that Babatunde hadn’t been sure was real until he saw it. He had, of course, heard the legends. Everybody had heard the legends.
By Chris Cunliffe4 years ago in Fiction
Ebenezer's Ghost
Chapter One Edwin Bloom cheerfully awoke on this frosty December morning and he sat up in his bed. His awareness of the form bundled beside him evoked feelings of deep tenderness. He smiled at his wife Agnes’s vain attempt to gain one last little snooze, burrowing deeper as she did into the blankets. Edwin dangled his icy feet, then slipped down into some old worn slippers.
By Charles Turner4 years ago in Fiction
The Lion's Hunt: Part 7
Click Here for Part VI or Click Here to Start From the beginning. PART VII There had undoubtedly been another snag to the mission, a devastating one, and Olin’ wondered what it might be. But more than that, Olin' wondered if the Commander would feel compelled to inform all the soldiers what that snag was. It was, of course, their prerogative, but Olin’ felt the need to know so inched closer to the commanding officers to better hear their conversation. The Corporal only caught the end of the discussion, but it was enough to have some idea of what was happening.
By David Riley 4 years ago in Fiction
