Fantasy
When The World Needs A Hero
Cedric was awakened by the invasive rumbling and screeching sounds of the subway. This wouldn’t be such a big deal, except the apartment he shared with his roommate Tom, was just outside of Louisville Kentucky, nowhere near a subway!
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Fiction
A Frog's Paradise
Melvin wasn’t like the others, that’s true. The staff often called him “ordinary” and “common”. He looked different, and that was the source of his ostracization, but he never lost hope someone might see past his appearance. Most of Melvin’s neighbors pitied him. Overly prideful with their own appearance, they neglected to see the value he had to offer.
By Monica Proulx4 years ago in Fiction
My Clan: Part three
THE CROWN CLAN has the most beautiful spot on the planet. The ground is run with fresh meadows, lake, rivers, ponds, and has practically all the food you can want: if you’re willing to get up and get it. That is the problem with the Crown clan. Nobody takes advantage of the beautiful land they are on. They’re all scholars. Law and reading and writing and equations and constant crouching over books and numbers. I don’t know how they can stand it. Still, they have bothered about making it beautifully, and that almost makes up for it. Across rolling meadows, tiny waterfalls, creeks with multiple rainbows overhead, lies a golden castle. Jewels have been encrusted into the side of the majestic building: sapphires and emeralds. Several turrets rise in golden splendor from the base of the golden castle. At night it’s sliver. I’ve only been there at night once. I don’t have much time to admire the sparkling beauty of it, though. I pull Sapphire onto the nearest open drawbridge, hop off, and run into the castle without so much as a second thought. I almost immediately run into security.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
The Pair and the Pear
The cottage’s hues of purple, blue, and brown, twinkled in sunlight as it rested in the clearing of the lush forest. This forest was like a dream, and the world like an imagination; life here flowed as a reverie does. Two children spurted out the door: a boy and a girl, both ten years old, twins. Trucul was the boy, with dark matted hair and tan cloth shirt and pants rustling, a bit rough looking from days of play. And the girl was Bellica, with beautiful but dirty blond locks of hair. Her tan and purple clothing like her brother’s; her plum skirt flowed.
By Naeem Ruffin4 years ago in Fiction
For The Love of My Characters
I’m in the process of writing a young adult fantasy fiction book. When I think about the characters and what’s coming down the line for them, I’m giddy with excitement. The first eight chapters are with the editor at this very moment!
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA4 years ago in Fiction
Therin's escape
That’s it, I am done, he thought. I need to get out of here. Therin had had enough. He had to leave home. Perhaps he could search out the Archwizard and beg for forgiveness. Yes, that could work, hopefully. If only he could stop crying… His mother had pushed him for the last time, hoping to completely break him. And he knew that if he didn’t leave home soon, he would be broken. His twin brother wasn’t ready to leave yet, even though he had to suffer the same wrath. And it wasn’t just the mother. No, if only. The sister… Ugh. His younger sister, Therial, was the worst. Not just in a sibling sort of way, either. She thought genocide was fun! Those poor swamp elves. Had any survived? The very thought of the previous afternoon sent Therin back to the privy to vomit again. He could feel through his link with Raithen that he was able to keep better control of his stomach. That foul mongrel, he thought with jealousy as he cleaned himself up.
By Solina Silverfire4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
When I open my eyes a few hours later, I am surprised to see a missed call. “That’s weird. I didn’t wake up to my phone ringing?” The call is from a private number so I am not too fazed. And besides, it seems that whomever it was has left a voice mail for me. When I dial the number to retrieve said message however, the walls of my psyche begin to shake, feeling as though they are going to close in on me like the collapsing foundations of an unsteady building, whilst the ground beneath me appears to vanish from my sense of gravity altogether. The voice on the other end, his voice, the same voice in which I climaxed to only hours before, shatters my perspective of reality, instantly. “Shaniquah. Yeah, it is Zabian Ryder here. Don’t you ever, come to my house again!” Just like a scene in which you would expect to see in a movie, the phone falls from that of my hand and bounces onto the floor.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Fiction
Elements
As dawn lit up the edges of the Otherlands. Ninhil, breathtaking beauty of darkness, squatted at the edge of the Pond; the frozen edge. Just as light crested the horizon, xir wings unfurled with a force sweeping across the earth behind xem causing dirt mixed with flakes of snow to swirl in mini spirals upward. The movement left a tremor in the ground, also seen in small ripples under the ice in the Pond. Ninhil left xir wings out, feathers fanning currents in the air of the Otherlands. If there were witnesses of Ninhil's daily routine, their breath would be taken away by Ninhil's beauty. Beauty, cold and dark, leaving an impression in one's mind, similar to the feeling created from seeing the Pond.
By Shardvixen4 years ago in Fiction
No Partridge in this Pear Tree
NOTE: THIS IS A FICTION STORY!!!! You're probably thinking of that Christmas song "The Twelve Days of Christmas". You know, that song that goes "and a partridge in a pear tree". But that's not what this is about here. And no, there's no Grinch in this story either. Just someone who is anti partridges in pear trees. This man, named Tobe, is someone who celebrates Christmas yet has strongly advocated against the idea of partridges in a pear tree. He has protested this idea both online and in public places in his community.
By Frank Sartain4 years ago in Fiction
