Fantasy
Under the Ice
I was born in 2051, after the second Great Depression there wasn’t much to look forward to. Most of the stores were shut down especially the small shops so all that was left was a few big box stores that you had to drive 5 hours to unless you were close to the area. No one was close to those areas anymore, most of the time you can barely get close to those stores. It just seems like there is an endless line of people trying to hang on to the last bit of that society that does not exist anymore. Now, we have an arm band to identify and keep track of our quality, not quite the futuristic chip implants that we all expected. The arm bands do have a tracker, it tells me how many calories I’ve eaten and burned, I can scan it at the water stations, and at care facilities. I barely remember how it was before.
By Miranda Jules4 years ago in Fiction
Fairies & Frost
Marigold flew over the rainbow of flowers blooming in the garden where she lived. Each day she enjoyed seeing new buds sprout and then reveal their kaleidoscope of colours and shapes. She breathed in the fragrances as she flitted from flower to flower. On Marigold’s travels she always stopped at the patch of marigold flowers where she emerged as one of the buds blossomed, her tiny body draped in gold and honey coloured petals. Marigold’s hair was like the sun, radiating a warm yellow glow and flowing freely down her back. Her eyes reflected the brightness of her spirit and her sparkling vibrancy.
By Conny van Balen4 years ago in Fiction
Everwild
Erin sat atop the roof of the lighthouse Her heart yearning, she looked out well beyond the horizon. Violent white waves came crashing into the sides of the rock beneath her. Erin was always drawn to the lulling sound of the waves. Winter was slowly disappearing, and frequently a chunk of ice would break off from the water's edge with a loud crack and float off into the sea. The sun was also disappearing on the horizon; Erin shifted and continued to look out across the water for a bit longer.
By SempiternalSoul4 years ago in Fiction
Force of Nature
Once there was a small girl born with a special gift: she could sing the creative energy of the Universe. When she sang, the animals drew near, the deer, the frogs, the beetles and squirrels. Flowers blossomed, leaves unfurled and their green tendrils reached for the sky, roots grew downward.
By Stephanie Benedetto4 years ago in Fiction
Still Water
Loki was now captured, and with no thought of mercy he was taken to a cave and bound onto the tops of the three stones. Skadi took a poisonous snake and fastened it above Loki so that its poison dripped onto his face...He convulses so violently that the whole earth shakes. He will lie bound there until Ragnarok.
By T.J. Samek4 years ago in Fiction
Dream of Me, Dream for Me
It was the same nightmare every single night, and nothing Wyatt did would make it go away. With a hunting rifle over his shoulder, his heavy boots would crunch over frozen twigs and leaves, always enchanted by the frozen pond further into the forest. Each time he approached the unusually clear ice, he'd drop his rifle and crawl on hands and knees to the edge of the frozen prison.
By Dani Banani4 years ago in Fiction
Tiny dancer in the globe.
Once upon a dreamy day in a world of enchantment, lived a tiny dancer. She wished she could dance where everyone could see her. She was lonely and sad and felt lost in a world of magic. A fairy named twinkle toes came to visit the tiny dancer and asked her if she would come dance for the king and queen of fairytown.
By Sara Kline4 years ago in Fiction
A Familiar Shadow
In the inky blackness of a new moon, all was still. All creatures had settled in for the night. The last few leaves still left on their trees had finished rustling as the wind died down in a hurry. It might have seemed peaceful to some, but others would notice the eerie silence. Before any could understand the feeling of foreboding, the attack came. Flashes of green light shot through the darkness. Screams shattered the night as the sky burst into emerald flames. The whole village was alight. Witches, shamans, and healers ran in crazed terror. Shadows laughed with evil glee as they flicked between the flames. A small child stood near one of the buildings that had not completely burned yet. Her wispy blonde hair clung to her face as it mingled with the tears on her cheeks. She was frozen with fear and no one paid her any attention in the chaos. The familiar army had come for revenge, and they would leave no survivors.
By Chelsea Thatcher4 years ago in Fiction
Saturn Reserve
“Karma, get your fresh cut karma here! You can’t avoid it and you cannot run away, might as well come and get yours today, rather than making the man come and give it to ya!” A loud robotic voice thundered through the sky and just like everyone else, Marina came out of her apartment to observe Saturn’s not so surprising return. She blew smoke up at the sky and watched the people in the building across from hers. People filed out onto their balconies in floods.hey had been waiting for nearly 15 years since he did his last check in. It had only been a matter of the hour he would appear. She was in the 30 and single commune building 334 apartment CBC (as in celibate but {not by} choice). Some people had already been outside when karma hit. Cyclones of buzzing colorful winds spun around, dancing over the concrete and grass plains of the new found zodiac city. It had seemed like a wonderful idea, until they all realized that karma was so much easier to dish out when 95 Capricorns lived in the building next door to where 98 Scorpios lived. Each person had their own cyclone of woes and karma to deal with. Some were red, some were blue, others were gradients of green and orange, others were literally like the rainbow. Marina couldn’t believe her eyes, she watched the cackling, electric blue lightning turn the brightest green she’d ever seen in her life for the second time. Hazel green eyes flashed in the back of her mind. The sky growled loudly overhead, snatching her attention to the black clad sky that immediately pulled her into it. She was surrounded by darkness that hummed like a million little buzzing insects. The humming vibrated through her body, tiny electromagnetic shocks coursing through her. She was almost certain she’d been struck by lightning, except, she was still somehow awake. But she wasn’t on her balcony, sky gazing anymore. The green lightning resumed, this time much closer to her. “You know, when she touched the roses, she went crazy.” Whispers of disembodied voices filled the air with secrets that she shouldn’t know. “Why won’t they leave me alone?” That was her voice. Somewhere deep inside of the night she was crying. She only vaguely remembered that 15 year old girl; a figment of yesteryear. Memories of childhood bullies and disappointments flurried through the darkness in a fruity smelling purple haze.
By Xarli XCosmo4 years ago in Fiction
