Fantasy
A butterflies kiss
”Loli, it’s time for bed.” I heard my mom calling from the bottom of the stairs. I smiled knowing that it was bedtime, and that meant story time. I could go on wild adventures, see magical creatures, and find my prince. I quickly picked up my barbies, and put them away, got dressed for bed, and brushed my teeth. I made sure all of the lights were out in my bedroom, hallway, and bathroom. The only lights I turned on were my twinkle lights above my bed strung across my headboard and up the wall in a wavy pattern, like waves on my wall. Sometimes the shadows casted animals along the lights and we would talk to each other.
By Leslie Strom4 years ago in Fiction
Fantasy Worlds
Fantasy is an escape. A way to step away from the hard path of life.A way to feel free.There are no limits.There are no boundaries. Just you and the unknown.While your fantasy can be tailored made ,there are some worlds that have already been scripted.However they do have something in common:they have the potential to be amazing.
By Malik LaFon4 years ago in Fiction
I'm Glad You Changed Your Name
A group of misfit companions must cross a cursed land to save to their world from the clutches of a crazed wizard. In their quest, a good wizard leads the band to take on the growing army of monsters of the evil wizard. No, this is not Lord of the Rings. This is Wizards, Ralph Bakshi’s 1977 post-apocalyptic science fantasy film.
By Atomic Historian4 years ago in Fiction
A Pair of Dimes
A pair of dimes, the coins were sitting side by side on a park bench one day. One dime looked at the other and said, “look at that flower over yonder.” The flower then got up, shook her petals a bit, and grew legs. Then she placed one foot in front of the other and went for a walk, as if impassioned to do so.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle4 years ago in Fiction
The Siren's Song
“Cast ‘er overboard!” “The Sea Goddess is enraged, get ‘er off the ship!” The voices echoed in her head, over and over again as she sank, deeper and deeper. The weight of the water crushing her, her chained feet pulling her faster and faster. Below the water, the sea seemed calmer-- while a raging storm took hold above, below almost seemed peaceful.
By Kira Koerner4 years ago in Fiction
Manifestation Diaries : The Beginning
When I was a child of about 8, I began experiencing the ability of manifestation. At the time I did not even know what it was called let alone how powerful it would become. I would be used as a party trick by my older sister when it suited her and her friend's needs. If I was unable to satiate them, I was shunned from our shared bedroom. She treated me like crap and still does, yet I remember this one moment in adolescence when I was at camp during the summer and it was our last night. There was to be a customary dance party and we would have it outside in the courtyard on the camp grounds. While waiting outside to get in the walls, I kid you not I saw my first and only (so far) shooting star. They say make a wish, so I did. I wished to be like my big sister, beautiful and popular, and to have the world and everyone in it love me. What was I thinking?
By Adair Sigurdson4 years ago in Fiction
Monday Morning Monotony
By nature, I was not a violent person. I believed in the value of kindness. Heck, I even left the office and hauled myself to yoga classes four or five times a week to get my zen on and burn off the extra calories I consumed due to my fancy coffee addiction.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA4 years ago in Fiction
