Fantasy

Grace - The midnight murmurs epilogue
I still hear her heels on the hardwood floors we installed not long ago. Those very same floors we couldn’t afford but splurged because love was an intoxicating drug. And we blinded. Regardless, I’ve never given it enough thought to understand if I regret the purchase. The only thought that seemed to captivate my mind was a sense of loneliness. Or how crucial her laugh was to my existence. Her perfume still stains her pillow, although I haven’t had the heart to set foot in our bedroom, to savour her signature scent, Chanel Coco, I got her.
By Eagles 4 years ago in Fiction
There Were Five of Them
There were five of them. “How many fingers did you use for your pinch?” Her voice was like I imagined a frog might sound if it swallowed a plump baby turtle and the shell was fighting against making it down the gullet.
By Sorcha Monk 4 years ago in Fiction
Your Time Draws Near
It was twelve pm on a Wednesday. I was lying awake in bed, shivering slightly from the cold winter breeze that leaked through my cracked window. Suddenly, I heard it again. The noise that kept me awake. SCRATCH SCRATCH! Yep, that was it. It sounded like a shovel was scraping the gravel outside. Unlike the other nights, this scrape sounded close, almost too close. The scraping suddenly stopped. It still sounded as if it was outside. I chanced a peek out the window, holding my breath….
By Chemical Legend4 years ago in Fiction
WEAVERS. Top Story - September 2021.
"He's gone!" "But where...?" "...and for how long?" "...The Storyweaver is fine. Right now, we should tend to our healing allies."
By Kent Brindley4 years ago in Fiction
Who's Zhoron?
Frevanth woke feeling hazy. "What happened?" he mumbles to himself when he notices a gigantic shadow bellowing over him. "Who's there?" he snapped in a demanding tone. "I am not joking! Tell me who you are!" he snarled.
By E.G.4 years ago in Fiction
A Glitch in the Distributer
Gina’s new dorm mate had golden skin and eyes like emeralds. Her name was Karfa. She was extraordinarily good-natured and kind. Her good nature communicated itself through Gina, until she began to act the same as her. Always seen together, avoiding the other students, sitting quietly, talking. They were interested each in how the other lived and what past experience they could draw upon to cast relevance in the present.
By Charles Turner4 years ago in Fiction
When dreams come true
CHAPTER THREE “Jayne, I have an idea - I'd like to write a story about what's happening to you. I've mentioned that I joined this online writing group called Vocal and they encourage writers with many challenging contests. I would love to include your transformation into a story. Would you mind if I did?”
By Jan Portugal4 years ago in Fiction
How To Slay A Dragon
1. First, you must decide with absolute certainty that you wish to undertake your quest. Qualms may result in death. 2. Dress for the occasion. Perhaps a sturdy wardrobe made of flame retardant material would be the best choice (you may think this is obvious, but heroes are not always the most logical breed).
By Rebecca Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Dream Diary
I decided to keep a diary of my dreams. They seem to have become more visual, more real, as if they are coming alive. Sometimes it even feels like i'm right there when everything is happening, and lately it's like they feel me too.
By Maria D4 years ago in Fiction
My Clan: Chapter four
BY THE TIME I reached the Castle again, I can see that Phoenix’s smile has soured to a sneer. His eyes are bloodshot and Obsidian looks worried. That at least is good news. Crimson arrives just before me, his wings tucked behind his back.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
The Fall of Marza
The light on the horizon was not sunlight. Arturo had run down the rocky coastline towards the sea from the watchtowers as the ships came in. Not one, not two. A whole damn fleet.
By Kit Olsen4 years ago in Fiction
A Twist of Time
The day was a formidable one at best with the downpour of rain and the occasional streaks of lighting that stretched across the expanse of the skies as well as the ominous rolls of thunder. Looking out the large window that practically covered the entire wall of one side of the den, Piper yawned and relaxed, sinking deeper into the cushions of the comfy sofa, the book she was reading perched on her chest. It was such a dreary day that she could not help feeling sleepy yet again even though she’d slept later than usual that morning.
By Cindy Calder4 years ago in Fiction