Fantasy
I Sight
Abigail awoke Sunday morning with an uneasy feeling hanging above her. She jumped quickly out of bed and searched round for whatever thing must have be out of place, but strangely enough, everything was in order. She opened the window curtains and in poured the warming light of the sun, promising to refresh the world with another new beginning. But still, Abigail felt surely something must be awry.
By Angelika Bauer4 years ago in Fiction
The Gift
Eventually, after three years passed, Claire did become a help to him. Jack still wasn’t sure who or what she was — madwoman or selkie — but he’d given up trying to figure it out and he’d long forgotten about his plans to call social services. Sometimes he wondered how he could go on teaching biology at a university while simultaneously entertaining the idea that selkies might be real. Sometimes he told his brain to shut the hell up.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light
I had been sent on a karmic errand to arrange pieces of old material, that has been minced and carefully reworked into myths. The Green-man of myth had appeared and told me , "Find the Green Fairy, Princess Golinda and her dragon who move as a force of nature connecting with something greater than the self.”
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
The 13th Day of Christmas
On December 25th, the first day of Christmas, I conjured up a pear tree full of ripe, luscious fruit. On the lowest branch sat a cooing partridge. I placed it in the middle of his front yard, wrapped a red bow around the trunk and knocked on his front door.
By Maria Shimizu Christensen4 years ago in Fiction
A Cure For Boredom
The jewel pulsed, sending glowing ripples of an eerie green hue out into the world. Imperceptible to normal eyesight, only visible to he who set the enchantment; the necromancer smiled to himself slightly. The end would come for the town soon enough, the villagers would be torn limb from limb by the undead.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Fiction
Prosperity
As the morning light of dawn blessed the horizon, the call of distant crows awakened the young girl. Just as every day, she and her family awoke as the first lights crested the hills which surrounded their humble cottage. Just like always, they got to their feet and prepared for the day of hard work which lay ahead. Used to the same trodden routine, the young girl dresses and meets her parents within the shared living space, being given her chores for the day upon arriving. What was to be asked of her today was quite simple : Go into the market place and buy some pears. Happy to be of help, and with a skip in her step, the young girl left the household.
By Alice Farmer4 years ago in Fiction
The Brothers' Tales
The bright, setting sun beats down the last of its warm rays onto the farm. The grass and dirt are ripped, as a beast drags the bodies of monsters to a large shed. Two young women open the doors for the beast to stow the ghastly corpses away. Another young woman is petting a fearful bull. A terrifying battle has just been won and others remain. The sullen looks of those involved tell that story all too well. The beast throws the monsters' bodies into the shed and shuts the doors behind him. "You okay, Adam," one woman asks the beast. Adam nods, "yes, Anabelle. How are you feeling?" "A little shaky. A little nervous, but I'll be fine," Ana says unsure of herself and their future, "how are you holding up, Allie?" The other woman at the shed was quiet as she was lost in her thoughts. "Allie," Ana tries to snap her friend out of it. She comes to, "there was a wrecked motorcycle in the shed. I could make out the plate. It was Tom's," she thinks of a missing friend and looks to the bar, "could he be one of the animals, too?" Adam and Ana looked to each other. They didn't know how to respond. If he had not been killed, then it was a certainty that he was an animal within the barn, if not the bull itself. Allie went towards the bull to see if it was him. Maybe he could speak again, she thought. "Hey, uh. Thanks again for the save. Do you have a name? Is it Tom," Allie inquired. Though the bull regained some of its humanity from the transformation, speaking proved difficult. It instead shook its head, no. Allie sighed and slumped. Tom could be any one of the animals there, she thought. It, however, did not stop her resolve. She marched to the barn and questioned every animal there, to no avail. Some blankly stared. Others skittered off. The third young woman, Pearl, led the bull back to the barn, "here. We'll try to figure this out. We'll try to get everyone here and out there back to normal. I promise. Just stay here until we do, okay?" The bull nodded and went to its pen. Allie also felt reassured by Pearl's words. She was young, but her words carried weight to Allie. Simple and nothing dramatically flashy, but authentic and with conviction. "Allie. Pearl," Ana called to them from outside the barn. They walked out to find Ana with Adam, beckoning them. "Let's head in for the night. It's getting dark," Adam leads them to the house, "we'll come up with our next move. Then we should rest for the night." "Good idea. It's been quite the day," Allie exclaims. Pearl's expression shrinks with the thought of the events. Allie notices, puts her hand on her shoulder and smirks. Giving her the same reassurance Pearl gave her just moments ago, though unspoken. They head inside to plan and rest.
By Adam Franco4 years ago in Fiction
Green Sky Blues
A green light tore through the ceiling as the group moved through the vast, stone complex. The key was hidden inside one of the stone pillars, and they were desperate to reach it before the moon was full. "Jackson, you ready?" Anya called out, the leader of the group. She was tall, black, a long ponytail over a black combat uniform accentuating her commanding yet alluring appearance.
By William Bundy4 years ago in Fiction
The Liaison
Claire — for that’s what she said her name was — had been staying with Jack seven days when the village began to talk. He should have been grateful: had it not been for the power outages and the chaotic state of the roads, the rumors in Raven’s Cove would have started far sooner.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Fiction
