Fantasy

Lights of a Siren
A layer of sweat glued Andrew’s shirt to the skin on his back. There was no light to be found in the room he sat in, only cold, stale air. The man shuddered, muttering a “Hello” into the darkness, trying to mask any fear creeping inside him. He lifted his arms for the tenth time in vain, hoping somehow time had changed the result, but the leather straps around his wrists tugged his arms back into place against the metal. A piercing ring echoed in Andrew’s ears and miniature green orbs stung his eyes. He squeezed them shut as if the orbs could be expelled like lemon seeds. Fear filled his veins, swimming into his heart and triggering palpitations.The orbs receded to darkness while the ringing turned into a smooth, eerily magical voice, “Andrzej”.
By Rose Silva4 years ago in Fiction
Deep In Sherwook Forest.
Once upon a time there was a grateful girl called Chloe Barker. She was on the way to see her Older Brother Christian Thomas, when she decided to take a short cut through Sherwook Forest.
By Full Circle4 years ago in Fiction
The Unfurling
Caraliya looked ahead as the young servant girl moved with the presence of one entranced. Closing her eyes, Caraliya felt the touch of dark power seeping from behind the closed door aheada. She could feel it touch all of her senses now. Quick flashes of fire shot along her veins from the warning of danger, creating sparks at her fingertips, awakening the magic within. The earth beneath her feet began to tremble, the stones on the floor rattling. She couldn’t tell if it was her or the magic emanating from the room ahead that was responsible. But her magic bubbled, her veins itching from her constraint on her power.
By Sandie Edwards 4 years ago in Fiction
I am Berel, THE MAGNIFICENT!
Berel’s eyes fluttered open. As his vision focused, he noticed a most unnaturally bulbous, humanoid face staring back down at him with eyes as large as saucers.
By J R Rajorne4 years ago in Fiction
The healing light
The dusty box I pulled from the tight crawl space was filled with oddly shaped lightbulbs. Instead of round they were covered in multiple flat faces like a glass discoball. Each flat panel was edged in fine golden lines. There weren’t any clear ones and my options were limited to five green, two orange and one red. None of the colours fit with the vibe I had planned for the basement space of the quaint cottage I had worked my butt off to buy. This was my space, away from the cold world I was hiding from, and I was determined to have it all my way. But these were my only choices as the unusual light fitting would take no modern lightbulb I had tried. Until I could afford an electrician to rewire the room I was stuck with these archaic party lights.
By TFima4 years ago in Fiction
Green Orbs
I just left a very important meeting. I just closed a deal for drilling oil in the Arctic. My life was about to be more filthy rich. I could now buy that 20 million dollar mansion in Hawaii. Oh god no I do not want to be in the cold. I mean nice hunting for trophies but I am not a nature guy. Well cold nature guy. Maybe I’m not a nature guy at all. Oh well.
By Kohl Younger4 years ago in Fiction
Starnergy
Poe and Stella otherwise known as Starbeam and Moonglow are two of Earth’s greatest heroes. They’ve helped save the planet on countless occasions. Their wedding was a who’s who of celebrities and other superheroes. Matter of fact even a few super villains made appearances as well. They were the most powerful and the most loved. About a year ago they had a beautiful daughter together. They were warned numerous times that star people and moon people don’t mix but they didn’t care. They wanted a child and they had one. They had thought that everyone had been proven wrong. That was until last night when the green light came. Now they are in the greatest fight of their lives.
By Tyrone Livingston4 years ago in Fiction
The Old God and the Time Traveler
It’s not that Zephir actually has to explain himself to anyone, but for all the readers out there, he was not banished from the godly realm. He just got bored and changed to king of heaven’s hair color by accident and- yeah, okay he was totally banished. But at least the mortal realm was fast paced. Interesting. Humans were cute- like little pets that you watch prance and preen.
By Callum J. Scheiber4 years ago in Fiction
Soulful Depth.
A soul's journey starts in the same energy every time. Green behind the ears determined to discover and explore. The beginning always compares to the green man's power over the world, they both hold an ancient longing to grow. In its youth the soul's journey is magical. It leads to a mythical land and lives only the hero's journey. They walk in the moonbeams and just know for certain that the moon is surely made of green cheese. They plant ideas, hopes and dreams with the freedom of the green thumb. Powerful and intoxicating pull a young soul has on its surroundings. Unlimited options, optimistic laughter dances in the eyes of young soul. Oh, how this greenhorn is in for a massive world-shattering awakening.
By Crystal Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Wild Child
Oliver noted the tower uniform nailed to a tree. The blue and silver robes were a marker of a wizard of rank, but the once beautiful weavings had been shredded like tissue paper and marred with dark blood. This was a sign of the beast.
By Audrey Kaye Blue4 years ago in Fiction
The New Necromancer
The small light on the control panel suddenly turned green, and the ex-corpse on the table sat bolt upright, sucking in a ragged breath.
By Alan D4 years ago in Fiction
The Big Splash!
“I told you,” I began running towards the end of the dock “TODAY IS THE DAY!” My heart raced as I heard my feet pound on the wood with every step. As I reached the edge, I used all my might and leaped into the air. I jumped so high that for a moment I felt like I was soaring… while in midair I realized that in all of the excitement of convincing all of my parents I was old enough to go into the ocean and embrace being a mermaid, I completely forgot that I have not been in the ocean since I was born. And that was ten years ago. Needless to say, I don't know how to swim.
By Megan Ashley Whited4 years ago in Fiction