Fantasy

Higher Intelligence
Pear tree scans the debris of a barren landscape with several set prompts programmed into him: locate the being known as Lionel Jefferies, assimilate his knowledge, related possessions pertaining to Pear Tree Inc and exterminate the being known as Lionel Jefferies.
By Luminahdi4 years ago in Fiction
ZIN URU
"And a parr-tridge in a pear tree". As heavenly were the notes drifting from the baby faced teen with the vacant stare; the cold thud as he collapsed backwards, striking his head on the frozen concrete rang antithetically.
By Oren Lomena4 years ago in Fiction
The Night Prince
This is the only life I’ve ever known. I was brought to this place neither here nor there as an infant. A newborn, actually. My mother spurned a man’s love for her and I’m paying the price.
By Antonia Mele4 years ago in Fiction
Pears out of Pores
It took about half an hour to reach where the chase ended. I saw the barn, or what was left of it, in the middle of a bridge over a creek on Skyline Drive. I had just followed the tracks, and tire skid marks, all the way up from Canal Park.
By Anton Crane4 years ago in Fiction
The Wish
Professional football player Glenn Thorton and his sister Natalie were called to their parents home for an urgent meeting. They both arrive around the same time and have a brief conversation on the porch about why they were there.
By Tyrone Livingston4 years ago in Fiction
On the Branches of the Great Tree
The Cult of the Ancient Mother claims that humans weren't made to live in the branches of the Great Tree, but I don't buy that. Believe me. I've seen most of the Great Tree, from the upper canopy down to the lowest branches. At the risk of implicating myself, let's say that I've been around when people got forcibly removed from the lower branches of the great tree, and when they fell they just kept falling until they disappeared in the swirling grey sea that billows around the great tree's trunk.
By Littlewit Philips4 years ago in Fiction
Rache - Part 1
You've had that dream right? You’re running from something. You can’t see it. You can’t hear it. Hell, you can’t even smell it. But you can feel it somehow. You know it’s there, and you know it's getting closer. And that feeling, that certainty that it’s right behind you, hounding your every step, it’s breath shocking the hairs on the back of your neck to attention, is a feeling of dread. That’s where I am.
By Brian Gracey4 years ago in Fiction
Goblin Market
“Rare pears and greengages, // Damsons and bilberries, // Taste them and try: // Currants and gooseberries, // Bright-fire-like barberries, // Figs to fill your mouth, // Citrons from the South, // Sweet to tongue and sound to eye; // Come buy, come buy …”
By Josie4 years ago in Fiction
Frevanth and Athelayna
"I will be back for you, I promise." Frevanth whispered into the wind. At this moment, Frevanth knew he had to find Ydil so he could figure out why his enchantment failed. But, unfortunately, he didn't know what that meant for Athelayna, nor did he know how to find her. All he knew was that Ydil was in trouble. But, as a Dragonlord, he knew that he could not abandon his companion no matter his love for Athelayna.
By E.G.4 years ago in Fiction
Real life or fantasy?
The sun peeked from behind the cloud and gently licked her face with its rays, showering her freckled cheeks with love. She stopped walking for a moment - a trail of brisk footprints still visible on the misty grass behind her; a myriad of dust specks still swirling around in an enchanting dance.
By Joanna Ścibior4 years ago in Fiction
Miracle
Mira was her name. A gift from God. A gift I promised would not go to waste. I had adopted her from an orphanage. Her parents had gone missing and with no family besides them to go to, she ended up there. We lived in a small cabin in the woods. The closest thing to a neighbor was an older gentleman about a mile away. We had met in town some time ago and realized based on talk of similar landmarks that we were in fact living in the same woods. He talked about how he enjoyed fishing on the lake and even invited me to join him sometime.
By Cameron Bauder4 years ago in Fiction
The Pear
In a grove, just outside the Holy Monastery of Ano Xenia, grew a pear tree. Besides a pear tree growing that no one planted, it seemed unremarkable. That was until it grew fruit that first year. The monks thanked their god as they collected the few, delicious, pears that grew that first year. And they did this every year after.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Fiction