Fantasy
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
Chapter Two: The Daily Events in the Life of a Supervillain
I was late again. The moment I set foot in Mr. Brendan’s chemistry class, I knew it. He gave me a look that said everything, and I knew I would be seeing him after class. Again. Oh well, the four thousand dollars I’d gotten from Mortmier city bank was worth it. Layla hadn’t even been around.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
Black Ice
It came crashing down in a straight line, as if there was a glass shield between me and it. The black wall, speckled with the glowing green light of the foxfire, turned into a wall of inky black water without warning, falling before me and splashing out beyond, spreading itself outward into a crystal black bog. The foxfire floated atop it, casting splashes of light that illuminated its vast expanse.
By Loretta BR4 years ago in Fiction
The Long Way Back
There is a space very dear to me. It lies somewhere between the heat and the cold, the core and the surface. A place I never knew I was always fighting for. I discovered it once, and I’ve dedicated my entire life to the great inevitable return. I was there. I swear I was there. All that matters now is finding my way back.
By David Fournier4 years ago in Fiction
A Frozen Talent
The only time I’m ever alone is when I go to the bathroom, and that’s only since I turned fourteen. Before that, Mary Poppins always sat in there with me, with her face turned away. When I had a bath or a shower or – anything else, she was always present, but not any longer. She does sit outside the door, though, and listen.
By Steve Moran4 years ago in Fiction
Child of The Water
Bam. Bam. Bam. A harsh pounding resounds from underneath a frozen lake's surface. The sound of someone's hand slamming as hard as it can against the ice that's taken hold of the lake. Underneath the icy sheet is Nerissa, a child of the Delphinin people who are water-faring people. The Delphinin people can exist in both salt and freshwater. Given this flexibility, they have made a home in many of Earth's water sources: oceans, swamps, rivers, lakes, etc. Nerissa had been asleep in the depths of Lake Superior. When she awoke, the surface was covered with a thick layer of ice reaching down, from her rough approximation, a foot and a half.
By Tyler C Douglas4 years ago in Fiction
