Fantasy
Turquoise Moon: Part 3
Jane was excited to meet Jessica. She went on with her day as usual, but could not wait until Saturday at 8pm. Jessica texted Jane saying, "Hi I cannot wait to hang out with you!" and it brightened Jane's entire day. As the day went on Jane watched television and did her usual routine when she was off, watching shows like Rick and Morty, Futurama and Weeds. To calm her nerves down around 5pm Jane smoked a bowl and it relaxed her a lot. Finally, it was 7:45pm and Jane prepared herself to go meet Jessica at the bar Smokin' Joe's. Jane still could not believe this was happening. She was so excited, because this friendship could turn into more and was hoping such. Jane still had in the back of her head that this could be just a friendship and nothing more than that or a fling. She hoped for the news that Jessica and her boyfriend would not be working out so well.
By Karly Krull4 years ago in Fiction
The wiseman's song
Once way back in the times of the wild and free horses that roamed the land. There lived a wise a stallion, He was cherished by all humans, animals and all living things. One day a lonesome owl named Dreama came to seek the advice of the wise ole stallion named Edward. Dreama was seeking out the wise Edward whom was knowledgable beyond his time.
By Sara Kline4 years ago in Fiction
Under the Pear Tree
Under the pear tree they sat, still not believing what they had done. They came from two very different worlds, but loved each other so very much. He had been warned to avoid her by his family, and she felt like she was taking something that didn't belong to her. They had met in the grove of orchard trees what seemed like a thousand times before, where they would gaze at the stars, say little prayers in ritual that would be misunderstood by his faith, or sometimes they would play games, or even dance under the stars. Tonight was different, they had made a vow, one that sealed their fates together in partnership forever. How would he ever tell his family the choice he had made?
By Amy Chris Keiper aka LC Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunters and The Hunted
Unexpected Visitor The sun was up, and Marty's phone was ringing. Tara’s name flashed on the screen. Marty wanted to ignore it. She knew what the call was for. The store needed to be opened and Tara was hungover. She answered anyway, “Hello?”
By Ashley Nicole4 years ago in Fiction
Bartlett and Anjou
At the heart of the forest, there was a circle of cornstalks. Each stalk was fifteen feet tall. At the center of the circle was a pear tree stretching forty feet in the air. The mystical place was a blessing to any who found it. The ears of corn were two feet in length, delicious, and regrew every month. The pear tree had the most sumptuous fruit to be found. Even more interesting was stumbling upon a deer in the area that had been eating the corn or pears. Each whitetail deer that consumed the fruit was nearly twice the regular size.
By Noah Glenn4 years ago in Fiction
The throne of reeds
After the leaves changed colour from fire to dirt, fell and became dirt, and when the cold came quick and the sun shied away, my body tired, but I was thankful; the great green serpents, and the venomous, brown Scaled Ones with evil red eyes, retreated into stolen and abandoned burrows seeking protection below the coming frost; no longer would my subjects spend long minutes terrified, sat as still as the giant red hatted guardian of our pond, cold hearts in our mouths, hiding from slitted gaze.
By Jack Savage4 years ago in Fiction
Tomb Of Glass
Kaphelirea didn't know how long she had been trapped within the ice. She felt as though centuries had passed since she cried herself to sleep on the icy bank of the pond. She could no longer hear the flute of Pan, or the soft melodic songs of her sisters.
By L.A. Grant4 years ago in Fiction
Beatrice
Alanna enjoyed her job. She knew that wasn't fashionable and that many wouldn't understand, but it brought her joy. The first thing she loved about it were the hours. She woke with the dawn - still fasting - so that she could walk among the Sacred Pinetum. After that was her duties at the beach and then she retired to her small, breezy hut for the duration of the scorching heat, until it was time to repeat it all again at dusk.
By Meg Foster4 years ago in Fiction
Voice
The hot afternoon sun beats down on my companions and me as we walk up Sherwood Way. I lead the horse to which Princess Blanche is tied. I feel a pang in my heart to see the pretty child gagged, but it's the only way to prevent her from attacking us with her poison-breath. Isobel Hansom, farmer and werewolf-barbarian, leads another horse; Marion Fletcher, general store owner and ranger, leads the third.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Fiction
The Kir Files Part 2
Chapter 5: ***Moose*** I was enjoying a game of capture the flag when suddenly I feel the urge to find Kir. I may be used to strange things happening around the Bastet siblings, but never in my wildest dreams would I ever expect to be connected to the alpha in such a way that I immediately grew anxious upon being incapable of finding her right away. My instincts led me towards the forest that I had discovered Kir in earlier today. As I approached my destination, I immediately notice the copper smell of blood and a bright light. As the light fades I'm horrified to find Kir's throat with dried blood across it as she stands staring at the man that called himself Asher before.
By Kayanna Hansen4 years ago in Fiction
