Fantasy
Charred
Ashes were thick in my throat, but I had to keep going. They were here…somewhere. I knew they were. They had to be. But wading through the piles of broken and charred bits of what was left of the town made the fragile shoot of hope within me wilt more by the second.
By J. D. Everly4 years ago in Fiction
The tragic transformation of Nesoi
She slithered through the stocks of seaweed. Her tail, long and red, articulated like lightning through the briny depths. She was a bolt of burgundy zipping through fields of emerald. Nahia was looking for sunken treasure. It had no real value down in her world, however, Nahia found herself quite attracted to the various coins found resting on the seafloor. She had started to notice them at the beginning of the summer and had begun collecting them ever since.
By Kougar Vakarian4 years ago in Fiction
Rex Draco Farm
The wind blows past the house as the windows rattle inside their frames. Arthur looks to Mia, a worried look on his face as he looks out the small kitchen window to see dust swirling by and a laughing voice carry in from the yard. “I think we need to check on what is going on.” Getting up and rushing to the door, Arthur opens it to see Draco running in a circle faster and faster, tighter and tighter, and the circle closes in on itself. He stands and spins, using his tail to balance himself like a forty-foot top. “what are you doing, Draco?”
By Chris James4 years ago in Fiction
Third Time's a Charm
The Reeds had always wanted children. Kathy and her husband, Peter, had been trying to have children for years, and had had several doctor visits and appointments with countless specialists. It was starting to set in that they would have to adopt, until one spring day, Kathy became ill and had to be rushed to the hospital. There, they discovered that she was in fact pregnant. The Reeds were so over the moon they almost didn’t believe it. The doctor then dropped another bombshell: Kathy was pregnant with triplets. Kathy looked at Peter and smiled wide. Peter smiled back and said, “Must have been a delay.” The family had never been happier.
By Justin Ratliff4 years ago in Fiction
Caroline Rose and the City of Angels
I couldn’t believe how badly my week had ended up. First, I had died, and then I had a less than successful experience ‘going into the light,’ and now I wasn’t even a proper ghost. I’m not sure this week could get any worse, but anything was possible.
By Amy Rivers4 years ago in Fiction
The Eternal Pear Tree
With my mother’s incurable disease, I end up with only one solution. The last doctor I saw told me a certain witch could probably help to treat her. He told me the dean of the village had a map that led to that so-called witch. So I went to see her.
By Calie Judy Brooks4 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams
Shooting out of bed, gasping for air like a fish out of water. I feel my heart, it's pounding and I don’t feel ice cold anymore. That was the most realistic dream I've had. Craziest too, it felt so real, I can still feel the pain of the tree branches hitting me. Looking around and I see I'm in my dimly lit bedroom, with the door shut. Now that I think about it, I don’t remember getting out of the shower, let alone falling asleep in my bed. Hearing the faint singing of birds outside my house, I look over to my clock to see the time. Wow, I slept all day and night, it’s 7 am Sunday. Crawling out of bed as sluggish as possible, I notice that I am wearing my pink silk pajama set.
By Kristina Brule4 years ago in Fiction
Hollow
The wind was picking up in the growing night. The creature could feel the storm that it brought. The snow was steady and light, but soon it would make it impossible to see. The creature was looking for something, pulled from it’s home at the feeling of it. There was a need. A hollowness to be filled and it needed to be found before the storm made the forest impassable.
By Breahna Lesemann4 years ago in Fiction
You Have A Visitor
The aurora borealis shown brightly in my mind as I closed my eyes. It danced and morphed flowing through the sky with rivers of colors in shades of green and blue. The green light ombréd into the blue glistening with every iteration. As I listened to Orinoco Flow I drifted among the colors as free as a pirate; running my hand in the stunning colors as the ripples immersed their essence onto my body. I was alive and drifting along with the most beautiful thing I could be a part of. I scooped up a splash of color in my hand watching it dance and morph cradled safely in my palm.
By J.Galsgaard4 years ago in Fiction
