Fantasy

The Cave of Revelation
The carpenter hid his tools behind a thorny bush, tied a knot to hold his beard, and entered the cave. A few meters in, sunlight no longer penetrated the darkness, so he was not able to rely on his sense of sight; the only light left was the one inside his own blue-green eyes. He took off his sandals as he had done the very first day he was brought there, and every other day after that, as the Sage had instructed. The jagged stone ground was so cold that it hurt the soles of his feet; caves in the middle of the snowy mountains were nature-made freezers where the locals could usually keep uncooked meat for days. No animal flesh would be found in this particular place though. This was his Teacher’s abode, a holy shrine, a sanctum for the illumination of the soul and the evolution of humanity; only life was allowed inside.
By Sebastian Chalela4 years ago in Fiction
Books' problems
‘Come on, you! Come back!’ ‘No!’ ‘I said come back! I haven’t finished yet!’ the old man cried infirmly balancing on the chair.
By Volodymyr Toronchuk4 years ago in Fiction
The Laundress and the Spinning Wheel. Top Story - August 2021.
“Mother, what’s this device?” The old laundress turned away from her wash to inspect the drawing her young daughter held out to her. “That is nothing but an old spinning wheel, love,” Mother said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
By R.O.A.R.4 years ago in Fiction
Ascension
I sit on the side of the mountain, watching a strange green light on the horizon. It moves, almost dances across the black starry sky. Up, down, left and right, in a rhythmic pattern, widening with each repetition of movement.
By LKStimson4 years ago in Fiction
BEATS
His life or mine? The light flashes green, one beat per second, measuring my heart rate at rest. Of course it speeds up if I exert myself, I know this but test it anyway. Stand, walk, walk faster, jog. Always watching the subcutaneous flash of green on my wrist.
By CJ Flannery4 years ago in Fiction
Wolf Totem
The drums thumped in rhythm with Aiden’s heart beat. As he walked hand in hand with the red haired lady he twisted himself back to meet eyes with Pazuzu. The fire light of the torches made his shiny snake skin face almost sparkle, he smiled back at Aiden with a row of sharp pointed teeth, to reassure him everything would be just fine.
By Damien Cain4 years ago in Fiction
Life as we know it..
I rattled the key in the slot eventually forcing it to budge, as was the norm for most Chevy trucks. If you didn't have a sticky ignition, you had a broken ignition, but to my dismay not a single dash light came on, nor did Becky purr to life as she normally does.
By Brooklynn Brown4 years ago in Fiction
Willowmere
The six of them moved into the old house in the winter, when the deep pool under the willows was sheened with ice and the bare branches sang across its surface in the night wind. Nate took the back room with the big gable window, and on nights he couldn’t sleep he looked out at the powdered sugar scattering of snow on the lawn and down to the brambles at the edge of the tree line. The ice on the water reflected moonlight like a mirror.
By Nic4 years ago in Fiction
Frevanth and Athelayna
The villain's nimble fingers were tangled ever so carelessly into the roots of the hero's fiery hair. The wind rushed over the pair, biting through their torn clothes and open wounds.
By E.G.4 years ago in Fiction
Inside the Golden Pear Tree
April stood in the world that she and Snake had created for themselves, a pocket demension that connected with the land of the living. It was easily accessed through an inter dimensional portal, but it was one way. April and Snake were trapped here until they found a way to get out, but humans could get in, if they found the passageway.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt Begins
"By order of the Queen: we ride." How strange, this proclamation made by Scáthach in the Queen's stead. None had seen the Unseelie Queen; she kept to the top of her obsidian tower, shunning the world at large. It was incredibly suspect, yet none dared inquire after her. "Are there any questions?" Scáthach asked with quick authority, eager to move on. It was a token question meant to appease tradition, nothing more. None were expected nor desired to speak.
By Elizabeth Noyes4 years ago in Fiction
When Mark Nova Dissapeared
Mark Nova sat alone in his tree house in the middle of the night, the cool fall wind blowing the branches of the tree against the its frame, tapping against the wood like fingers on a desk. Fitting since Mark couldn't sleep and was contemplating what had happened today in Ms. Hexon's eighth grade class. It was unnatural.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 4 years ago in Fiction