Fantasy
Some sad, non-living beings
The typewriter made the normal clickety click noise as the typing continued. It felt sad, a strange kind of sadness engulfed him. It felt, what if it could have resisted whatever was getting typed. What if, it could stiffen the keys so that hitting the buttons ended up getting nullified and the letter never ever got completed. But that won't be possible. It won't be possible to stop the typing of the letter which would drastically change a small child's life. The child, whose name was written as Sahana, is getting transferred to an orphanage by her own parents. The reason for which, the typewriter didn't know. The only thing that it could feel was the sadness and the want to reverse the things or stop them. But does it have a say, no it doesn't. It can only let the thing happen, and stare in sadness towards the child, who stood in front of it, bewildered!
By somsubhra banerjee4 years ago in Fiction
The beginning of a new age?
“Mom? Mom?!” A small child screamed as the found the character from their favorite book standing before them; with the same dazed look they had in that moment. Else where in the world other children were discovering new skills and abilities they never would have imagined having. But one child who was watching the stories unfold on the news and thought something else entirely; This is will a grinding halt to human advancements....
By Eddie Rodgers4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of the Banana-trunk Girl
Sonata was the most beautiful girl in town. She was benign. She was a Maria Clara, an epitome of a perfect Filipina. She had captured the hearts of all the boys in town. The rich boys from the neighboring towns would visit her regularly to court and lay their love on her. She was a daughter of a gobernadorcillo who was a Draconian. No boy could talk to her outside the house. Townsfolk knew that to be able to talk to her, one should pay her a visit and ask first for her father’s approval. Her father, Don Luisito, was a descendant of a powerful Spaniard, who was a confidante of Governor-General Miguel Lopez de Legazpi. That meant she was untouchable. A Spanish firing squad would execute anyone who dared touch her.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Aria Ambrosia
It was the spring after our thirteenth birthday. After a long morning of never-ending classes, we retreated out the kitchen door to nature. The sun was high in the sky with a cool wind to keep the temperature right. My sister Anastasia and I fled to the canopy of the East Wood to stretch our wings a bit. The rich scent of honey suckles filled the air as we flew through the meadow that filled the space between the woods and castle. When we landed on the first few outstretched branches the damp moss was soft under our bare feet.
By Freyja Crown4 years ago in Fiction
A shout from beyond the pond
“Emer, wait up!” Farley called to their older brother, as he skated up ahead of them. The first frosts had come practically overnight, rolling in soft and magickal and making the siblings don their skates early that morning, wanting to get out on the pond first before any of the other kids in town got there.
By Cereal Oatmeal 4 years ago in Fiction
The Eagle in Winter
Note from author: Don't forget to check out "Opening Moves" for the beginning of the battle between Lur and Marcus. Marcus Longinus, tribune laticlavius and acting legate of the IV Legion of Atlas, wandered silently through the tall frozen forests of Campania. He stared down at his boots as they, step by step, crunched through the thick snow beneath him. The air around him was was almost silent, save for the crumpling snow beneath his feet. The feint sounds of pots banging and voices calling echoed from the castra the legion had set up the previous night. A few of the cries belonged to women and children, those humans liberated from slavery in the raids on the Ogodai villages. But all of this was fading as Marcus made his way deeper into the forest and away from his men.
By Tomos Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
The Bow
Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two “You killed Adam?” Quinn flinched as her best friend spoke in surprise. She simply nodded, unable to formulate a sentence. Immediately after her conversation with the mystery man, she had no other thought than to call Callie back to the small town house she and Adam had shared up until two weeks ago; up until she had murdered her own fiancée.
By Lindsay Dewolfe4 years ago in Fiction
Edward Graves
The ticking of the clock drives me insane as I wait in the lawyers office. My mom passed and it’s time to hear the will. I’m sitting across from my two idiot, twin cousins. Tim and Tom are just a few months younger than me, but we were never friends. On either side of them are their parents my aunt Kat and her husband Mark. All four are short and round. Kat has always hated herself and has done much to look different, except exercise and diet. Her hair is dyed from black to blonde, but she’s not consistent enough to keep her dark roots hidden. Her skin is spray tanned and I think her lips have been done since I saw her last. Next to Kat is my uncle Edwin. Looking at he and I is like looking through time. I used a photo from his high school days as my senior photo and no one, except he and my mom, noticed. He’s tall, thin, and pale with dark hair. His is groomed while mine is a bit shabby. We are both wearing all black, as usual.
By Tales from a Madman4 years ago in Fiction
Monsters: Chapter 2
The rain drummed heavily against the windshield of the large truck that sped down the country lane, the heavy droplets echoing within the vehicle and filling Curtis’ ears with an unrelenting cacophony. He had been warned by his sister before he left that a storm was coming through Washington from the Pacific, but he did not realise the magnitude, and now wished he had waited until the following morning for it to pass. His journey across state had been delayed multiple times due to road closures and flood warnings, causing him to detour through long and dubious country roads that had caused his shoulders to stiffen and his body to slump.
By Sam Averre 4 years ago in Fiction
Valentine's Day at the Macbeths
Breakfast at Glamis Castle, home of Lord and Lady (soon to be King and Queen) Macbeth was never a particularly jolly affair. Apart from the appalling draughts that blew down the length of the dining room through all the ill-fitting windows, there was the recurring problem of the awkward questions that flew across the breakfast table between the castle’s chief occupants.
By John Welford4 years ago in Fiction
