Fantasy

The Lost Hesperus
The full moon lights the shore as an old man staggers toward a tavern. He pushes open the door, falling to his knees in the entryway. A hush comes over the regular patrons. The barkeep rushes to the haggard man with an outstretched hand. He begins to pull it back as he takes a glance around the room. There is something unsettling about this man.
By Aria4 years ago in Fiction
The Prince
Prince Alexandru Ioan Cuza looked with narrowed eyes at the map that lay spread out below him on the table. His two hands were clenched in fists, the left resting on the border between Serbia, which belonged to the Ottoman Empire, and Walachia, the right on the Russian city of Kishinev, not far from the border of the Principality of Moldavia. Bucharest… Iași… The prince's eye travelled back and forth between the capitals of the two principalities he had united into the United Principalities of Moldavia and Walachia. Mihail Kogălniceanu, his closest adviser, was in the room with him. And as always when the prince was silent and had put on a look like this, Mihail knew that he would do well not to disturb him. What he didn't know was that the prince's mind was not on the revolution, as Mihail had assumed. The prince watched his realm from above, but instead of thinking of the tremendous tasks that lay ahead of him and his followers, his thoughts turned to the dream he had dreamed the night before and which left him no longer in peace. Restlessness had spread in him since those hours when he had awakened from the dream. A strange thought crossed his mind: had he woken at all? How could he be sure that he wasn't still dreaming? He frowned at the thought and turned his attention to the document on the table.
By Martin S.4 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams
Beep. beep. Beep. Ugh, what the hell? It’s Saturday. Why is my alarm going off? What time is it even? Turning to look at the increasingly annoying sound I see it is 10 am. Not too early at least, I just don’t remember setting it. I do have to pee though. I crawl out of bed trying not to wake up the cat. Dragging my feet to the bathroom, I look in the mirror and notice my hair is sticking straight up and my face has marks from sleeping.. “ ugh I’m awful.” Seeing someone walk past the bathroom in a hurry, I freak out. I look to see if anyone is here but alas it is just my mind playing tricks on me again. I went to a therapist and they said I don’t have schizophrenia, just my mind playing tricks.
By Kristina Brule4 years ago in Fiction
Go
“Liar!” I heard a voice say. Actually it woke me up. It’s 3:31am. This is great. I’ll never get back to sleep now. I lit another Newport and thought to myself. I recognized the voice. It sounded like my mother. My mother is dead. She died of congestive heart failure. A code blue. A few days later I was wearing black for her funeral. The color black to pay my respects and mourn. It was always colors I remember to symbolize a fucked up situation. Honestly.
By Violet Hamilton4 years ago in Fiction
The Witch’s Conundrum
1 | Gretchen had a problem. A big problem. She killed Gruber -- NOT on purpose mind you, but not exactly on accident. This was all his fault really. If he hadn’t told her (challenged her more like it) that she wasn’t skilled enough to make a potion that makes an old hag look young, then she would never have blasted him to pieces with her failed 53rd attempt. Let’s not discuss the fact that he was right and that it did not work; that’s beside the point.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer4 years ago in Fiction
A Short Tale of King William Chastaine
At the age of one-hundred and seventeen, the still stoic; white bearded King looked at the empty hall. It would be only hours until his oldest son, Sir Vallond Chastaine, would assume the role of ruler. The one-hundred-year war finally came to an end with the surrender of Chief Sorcerer Execs, by the blade of the king himself. Only a few weeks passed since that final battle against the rogue armies led by the misguided magi. The natural born magic users of the Northern Temples sought to end the peace of the lands by violence. Their motivations were mixed; some by religious means, some political, others were personal. All were deadly.
By Anthony Diaz4 years ago in Fiction
Wolf Within
CHAPTER FOUR The new day dawned warm and bright. As soon as the sun peeked over the horizon, Raoul was out of bed. He had bathed, dressed and eaten by the time the sun was fully over the horizon and still Dabria slumbered. Raoul sat beside her and brushed her hair away from her face. She looked pale and drawn.
By Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
His Angel
Her eyes were the color of the sky on a warm summer day. Her smile was the one thing that kept his anger at bay. She was something special, maybe even unreal. She had a heart more powerful than a thousand strikes of lightening. She made sure he felt peace and harmony at all times. She was his treasure. She found him during his darkest days and brought him to the light. It was hard. It was a struggle. Through it all, she stood by his side and made him acknowledge she was there for the long run. His addiction had him trapped in a whirlpool of misery and pain. He had lost everything, everyone. She stood by his side when everyone begged her to leave him alone. She endured pain, cried more than she ever had before him. Wanting to give up, she kept pushing and marched on. Aside from laying with him while he was going through his withdrawals, she talked him through it, holding him when he was begging to die. Trying to make it better. There were times she wanted to leave, but her love for him was stronger than whatever other emotions were going through her. She knew she could help him. She knew she could heal him. She knew she could take the devil's temptations away. Scare them away, maybe?
By Christian Gentry4 years ago in Fiction
Edge of Eternity
Sitting on the crushed velvet pillow atop her window seat, Drea slid the yellow band from her thick, green tresses and shook her head to loosen the soft curls down her back.
By Susan Quinn4 years ago in Fiction
Kuporesa:
“Ride on Ki-ing Jee-sus! No man can-nah HINDER THEE!” St. Claire Renault and Shekinah sang in 3-part harmony with St. Claire switching from the alto part to the tenor note, as she forced the duet to work as a trio while continuing the song that was practiced in choir rehearsal. The red 2009 Ford explorer traveled down Buford Highway and it’s paint job was as shiny and new as any of the 2018 models of Ford Explorers on the road. St. Claire was nothing short of a ‘neat freak’, who incorporated the ways of OCD into everything that she was involved in. Artistic, carefree, and abandoned, Shekinah was determined to make this foster-care placement work. She played the role of a “good girl” in exchange for all of St. Claire’s idiosyncrasies, rules, and misconceptions about being able to sing on pitch.
By Yahriel4 years ago in Fiction
They Keep Away The Deer
“She sewed marigolds in her hair to keep away the deer, bathed in green light, danger drawing near The smallest hoofbeats are the loudest
By Cereal Oatmeal 4 years ago in Fiction
The Petting Zoo
Lawrence walked to the car, drinks swinging in a plastic bag in his left hand. In his right he held a blue business card. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he saw the girls were still asleep but Jordan was awake, reading her book.
By Ryan Mills4 years ago in Fiction