Fantasy
Greenlines
I have the same nightmare every night. When I close my eyes, green lines flicker against the dark. They solidify, forming bars like the laser lines in those spy heist movies, a cage I can’t escape. The lines speed towards me, the flicker ephemeral around the sharp green glow. They’re getting closer, closer, closer, I’m scared and I want to run, but I’m frozen, and—
By Anna Hamilton4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 5: At the Edge of the Forest
Kendra felt as if her heart was suddenly ripped apart. How could she leave Kira alone and scared? Although she knew this day would come, she also knew it was the only way to keep her daughter safe. She raced down the hill to her house and quickly gathered her bow and arrows from the hook above the hearth mantle. She also grabbed a small dagger and put it inside the pocket of her tunic.
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Four: At The Edge of the Forest
It was dark when Kendra woke up that morning. She stretched on her soft, feather bed and rubbed her eyes, still half asleep. She checked on Kira who slept peacefully. There was no sound to be heard except the deep breathing of her beautiful daughter.
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA4 years ago in Fiction
The Unlikely Alliance
Vedauwoo, Wyoming 7:45 PM Anton Spirit-Speaker tread cautiously beneath the long shadow of the mountain, amongst uprooted trees and claw-torn trails. His many rings and jeweled chains clinked gently as he stalked while his green cloak and cowl rendered him nearly invisible in the woods.
By James Golden4 years ago in Fiction
A Modern Faerie Tale
All faerie stories begin with the words "Once Upon A Time", and so we must begin... Once upon a time there lived a princess. She was not an ordinary princess and she did not live in an ordinary castle with servants to do her every bidding. And although her daddy was a king, he had died a very long time ago, and her mummy, the queen, lived in another kingdom far, far away on the other side of the world.
By Phoebe Wilby4 years ago in Fiction
Close the Door Behind You from the Frozen Pond
Close the Door Behind you from the Frozen Pond From the start, as we walked across the Frozen Pond I began to feel something differently than walking on a sheet of ice. The frozen pond wasn’t what it appeared to be. The images that reflected from underneath the would be frozen pond make you think that someone or something was living in the glazed over water n I don’t mean fish. Somehow, we got stranded out here and we didn’t know which way was right because all the roads leading away from the frozen pond was just another dead end with no way out, but we seemed to always find our way back here. So we split up to go into different directions this time to see if one of us could find help to come back for everyone else.
By Gayland Coles4 years ago in Fiction
A Plain Woman
Sandra Smith was a plain woman with a plain life. She worked in an office, in a large building of offices, in a neighborhood with many office buildings just like it. Every day, she ate one of three sandwiches for lunch: tuna, turkey, or a BLT with honey mustard. She clocked in at 8 am, and caught the train home at 4:35 pm. Two days a week she stopped at the market around the corner from her apartment building to buy groceries. She ate dinner in front of the TV, and fell asleep with a book in her hands. Her light brown hair curled under predictably at the ends, and her brown eyes saw the world through a pair of rectangular brown frames. All appearances pointed to Sandra as a plain, yet pleasant, woman. Some might even call her “mousy.”
By Sarah Faeth Sanders4 years ago in Fiction
