Fantasy
There’ll be no Slaying Here
The time has come. We can no longer stand silently by. We must hold those guilty responsible. There are far too few dragons left and their numbers are dwindling daily. I must first lay blame at the feet of the minstrels, who sang of the great deeds of the Knights who did murder these innocent creatures in order to rescue yon fair maiden, who if truth be told was in no danger it all. Dragons do not harm maidens or princesses that’s simply rude, and the noble creatures simply are not so ill mannered. Second, I hold to task the lazy writers, who look to tell tales of adventure and woe and make victim dragons yet again as beast that destroy villages and terrorize kingdoms, rending castles to the earth. I personally have never seen a dragon so flagrantly destroy so much with nary a reason, its absurd. The tales of Dragon’s hoarding riches and stealing gold and jewels to rest upon in their mountain caves is far from just. Did anyone ever take a moment to consider that these poor souls are simply reclaiming the gold and stones that were so viciously stolen from them when mankind chose to mine their homes? I dare say not. We really should all be ashamed that anything has to be said at all, the very thought that anyone should wish harm on such noble creatures should have been long ago banished.
By Leslie Amanda4 years ago in Fiction
Sirens of Sorrow
“Many years ago there was a great famine. A blight upon the world when people tried to bend huge swaths of land to the will of their hands without thoughts on how the land was growing ever more sickly.” Elder Sandweaver paused in her telling as a mother left to console her agitated child. Shoredreamer had witnessed this story countless times told by countless others but the grace in which Sandweaver's hands moved and the expressions on her face were so visceral that she never failed to enthral her audience.
By Obsidian Words4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
Sitting out of the front of his house in my car, my anxiety is through the roof. I don’t want to be doing this. Since I returned from the hospital a week ago however, the messages from that of the universe have been loud and clear. If I wish for him to be real with me, confronting him is the only way in which I can initiate it. “How the fuck am I going to knock on his door, when every time in which I have attempted to make contact with him, I have been lied to?” The fear of once again, having my voice stripped from me before I so much as have a chance to utilise that of my authentic expression, pervades my system and amplifies that of my anxious state of being. Despite this though, my anxiety is no match for that of the determination in which I hold, to take back that of the reigns to my life and receive the answers to the questions that which elude me the most.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Fiction
Look Upon the Stars
The universe held it’s breath, solemn, anticipating. Lover’s hands entwined in the farthest reaches of the lonely rock and children snuggled into their maternal bosom. A hush fell over the crowded streets, men put aside their drinks, as though to look away would be to miss it. A billion eyes hypnotised by the void inside the television, transfixed on the white noise, waiting. A crackle. A hum. The soft mutter of a radio. Then life.
By Jasmine Duff4 years ago in Fiction
An Acorn Set In Flame
Many sagas had been sung of the arrangement of the universe, the ways that it began, the ways that it may end, and the different stories it would tell before it fell back into the nothing from which it had spawned. There were songs of frozen Niflheim, the Primal Realm of Order, and stood across the Ginnungagap—a void which had no bottom, no end, and no purpose save to swallow that which would be unmade within its belly—from burning Muspelheim, itself the Primal Realm of Chaos. Bridging the gap, flourishing in the mingled magic between them, the roots of Yggdrasil, the World Tree twisted with mysterious power, and bore the fruits of the other Realms.
By Shiv MacFarlane4 years ago in Fiction
Fairies... and chill?
In the mortal worlds, most humans say that dreamscapes are remnants of memories; or perhaps cognizance trick. However in the realms of magic, a mere dream can be much more dangerous. Death in a dreamscape is easy, although visiting a dream is rarer. However powerful beings can always call you against your will. If there is a connection between two souls, a resonance or simple summoning can be done even with weakened powers, unless someone had a blessing to protect them.
By Crystal Ayers4 years ago in Fiction
Horror In The Ice
Dawn breaks on the farm as the sun's rays enter the house. The beast, Adam, awakes when the sun hits his eyes before the rooster can sing its morning song. He gets up from his makeshift bed on the floor and goes to the window to see the twin brothers standing outside in the distance. Ana is the second to wake up. She gets up from the couch that laid beside Adam and goes to him. She grabs his clawed hand, "is everything okay?" He continues to lock his gaze on the brothers, "it's time to go," he points at the brothers with a nod. Ana looks out of the window and sighs, "I'll get the others," she walks upstairs to retrieve Allie and Pearl. Adam doesn't withdraw his sight from the two brothers. Ana walks into the bedroom where the other two women are sleeping, "rise and shine. We got work to do." "Morning," Pearl gets up without retaliation, but the same does not go for Allie as she groans, "ten more minutes." "The brothers are already here. We gotta go," Ana commands. Pearl heads downstairs and towards Adam, "good morning, Adam. They're already here, huh?" "Morning, Pearl. Yes, it looks like they are men of their word. So far," Adam says still slightly distrustful of them. It was almost as if they put a spell on them last night, he thought. They had done as they were told without question and slept well, despite what had transpired. There was more to them than they let on, Adam believed. Meanwhile upstairs, Allie reluctantly gets up with some prodding from Ana, "fine, fine! I'm up." "They're right outside, so we gotta get going," Ana reiterates. "They couldn't even come in for breakfast? Jeez," Allie jokes and yawns. They head downstairs to regroup and meet the Brothers Grimm outside.
By Adam Franco4 years ago in Fiction
