Fantasy

Red Visits Grandma
When she walked down the trail it appears she was not aware of the danger that could await her. Her blazing red hair blew in the wind as though it was singing a song. Each step she took was effortless in its stride. As she hummed the birds seem to sing merrily along with her. All was well with her however not in the world. Just around the bend there was trouble the type you cannot described. A dark time was just ahead of her and she would need all of the strength she had inside to survive.
By Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer4 years ago in Fiction
The Flight of Lady Susan
“You cannot possibly force me into this marriage,” Frederica Vernon quietly told her sorcerous mother. “You have no leverage over me.”
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Fiction
Wards Against the Witch
Dew clung to their boots and the hems of their dresses and petticoats as Frederica Vernon and her aunt, Mrs Catherine Vernon, walked around from the stables after their morning ride. Exercise in the fresh morning air had been such a relief to Frederica. She had lately spent too much time confined indoors, guarded and stifled by her mother's spells.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Fiction
In the Clutches of Lady Susan
It was one of those bleary-eyed hours where the shadows are at their deepest. The only people on the streets were libertines who still hadn’t gone to bed yet, and Miss Frederica Vernon.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Fiction
Welcome to Cloverleaf Orphanage
According to a study conducted during the First World War, having grown up in a rural area was the best indicator that a soldier would excel in a military setting. To measure the tendency to excel, the study tracked the reported mental health of the soldiers, suicide rates, the likelihood of promotion, likelihood of contracting illnesses, and ability/willingness to perform assigned tasks. It makes sense. Healthier from growing their own foods and eating diverse meals. More used to “roughing it,” waking up early and sleeping later, and more used to the solitude of not knowing many people. There’s just something about those farm boys. Except, that was total bull. The study actually found the opposite. That people from big cities tended to do better. They were more used to being in close proximity to others – having their personal space invaded constantly. They were used to participating in structured behaviors like waiting in lines. They had stronger immune systems from being exposed to more people over their lifetimes.
By Noaria074 years ago in Fiction
Celeste
Definition of celestial noun 1: a heavenly or mythical being Me? Heavenly. Ha. I wonder if my mom knew that my quote un quote fate was to end up a blood sucking bitch. I don’t know what’s worse me being a blood sucker or a stripper? Sorry a Magic Dancer as my house mama calls us. Another shift of sweaty men touching me. Another day of itchy costumes giving almost every dancer a UTI or something. The one amazing thing about being a blood sucker is my immune system is rock solid. I don’t know if its because I'm a vampire or a stripper that my core is rock solid but whatever it is I am a bad bitch. Beside this ugly scar ew. I could have those Victoria Secret supermodel legs if not for this ugly scar right below my knee cap. I think I am going to wear my natural hair today a pin straight bob with my bangs down to add to my mysterious vibe. Men dig that. And I dig their graves. Ha. I am horrible. Another shift to make some bank.
By Elina Sanchez4 years ago in Fiction
Order of Lunarius: Return of the King
Chapter 1: My life starts going to hell (well, sorta) I never thought that I would discover a secret ancient society of werewolves that would end up training me and I would soon have to save them. It’s not like I nearly died on a quest to find the king of a lost society. Wait, sorry I forgot to mention, I can’t actually die, I'm actually immortal which is weird cause apparently I am the first human to be medically classified as Immortal. I’m also not exactly normal. You see, ever since I was six years old, I began to have visions of events that would actually come true, I mean it never really benefitted me except for giving me nightmares. But, I slowly began to stop seeing these visions, and I began to realize that I was incredibly strong for a six-year-old, I mean I could lift 268 lbs easily, and all my senses were probably 150 times stronger than a normal person. It wasn’t until I was fourteen that I soon began to realize that I was able to control my ki, heat, energy, strength, dreams, and even control my body’s adaptive capabilities.
By Dragon Kia4 years ago in Fiction
The Circle
Find Chapter One here! https://shopping-feedback.today/fiction/the-circle-kcopu0dtl Chapter Two Ten Years Before The seaside city of Otera was primarily fishermen, sailors and merchants, all except the family for which it was named. Lord Muran Oterak was a nobleman from a long line of noblemen, who had many years earlier bucked the arranged marriage that would have united the House of Oterak with that of Benvik and ended a generations old feud between their very similar peoples. Instead, he had fallen in love with and married a pretty thaumaturge named Yora. She was a sorceress, but had not used her powers on the young lordling. After all, hers was the magic of the green. All magic was devoted to a color, of course, just as each person is aligned to either the dark or the light, and green was creation, a versatile and powerful talent that had been passed down from parent to child since the beginnings of the magical in the days before the coming of the Oracle. Creation of love might have been possible but this was not how Yora did things.
By Heather Kenealy4 years ago in Fiction
The Wheel of Time turns, and an intriguing world comes to life
“The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legends fade to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.” is how my favorite fantasy series begins. In other words, I couldn’t come up with a good first line to hook you in, so I stole one. In my defense, how does one start an article singing praises about a series 15 novels long, counting 4.4 million words and 2700 characters?
By Duskshadows4 years ago in Fiction
Final Fantasy Destination
Very few are the ones lucky enough to be born with no family issues, no financial issues, no mental issues… for most of us that isn’t the case. We face difficulties and struggles in the world that bring us to our breaking point, where we may see no end to our struggle. “What doesn’t break you only makes you stronger” they say. Sometimes we don’t see it like that, most times we just want a break from jumping from one struggle to the next and just relax somewhere on some beach sipping on a tropical drink. Unfortunately that isn’t how God structured the world and there are rules to follow. Luckily for us there’s an escape route that most of us tend to lean on. For the longest, mine has been escaping into a fantasy realm. I mean I feel like fantasy should be everyone’s favorite genre because why would I leave the real world to come and watch something that reflects the real world? Am I right or am I right? I will admit that this escape route has taken me to adventures I just would like to do over and over again.
By Marsi LaVedette4 years ago in Fiction
The Marvel of Temerant
Of all the fantasy worlds I’ve loved before, did I ever fall the way I fell for the world of Temerant? The Name of the Wind unfurled a narrative tapestry so rich and delightful that I read it, and The Wise Man’s Fear, each seven times the year I discovered them. Seven times, of course, for all the sevens that appear in these enchanted pages. What makes this world stand apart from the rest? There are many things. But perhaps the key to its singularity is that it begins in defeat –the hero in hiding– bitter and burdened by remorse and regret.
By Amelie Marine4 years ago in Fiction
Take me to the land where children don't grow up!
As a little kid I was always fascinated by the fantasy world of neverland. Peter Pan was always one of my favourites and still is today that I recently worked at a summer camp where I was the drama director and we did Peter Pan the play! The production was a success and I had children from the ages of 5 and older perform. In University when I was studying Education and literature back in Australia we read Peter Pan by J.M Barrie and I was so intrigued with the story. Although I had grown up watching Peter Pan I never had actually read the book. As we were studying Peter Pan I felt like I was being taken away to Neverland. I enjoyed understanding how this book became a childrens classic.
By Samantha Miller4 years ago in Fiction