Fantasy
Bull-Headed
The setting sun shone brightly through the windows of the fifth-floor apartment, bathing the interior in golden light. A chubby bulldog dozed on the couch, exhausted from a busy day of dozing on the couch. Around him, a young woman moved steadily, preparing for her night out. Ariadne hummed to herself, the smile on her lips evidence of the excitement she felt. She knew tonight was going to be a wonderful night. She took one long last look in the mirror, breathed deeply, and headed for the door.
By SG Mackenzie4 years ago in Fiction
The Bull runs Lucy down
Over and over again, my death replayed itself in my mind. Leaping up and grabbing the edge of the Crishat hovercraft. Throwing the grenade in. That sense of peace enveloping me as I let go. A fleeting sense of regret as I heard Susan’s scream. The fireball engulfing me. And then, and then, nothing. Again and again. The Leap. The toss. The fall. The scream. The fire. The nothingness. Why won’t it stop? Why won’t it stop?
By Duskshadows4 years ago in Fiction
Once More
The unnatural silence clung to the man’s ears. His boots should have crunched on the gravel with each step, or his chainmail and leather armor creaked. Instead, there was only muffled stillness in the mist. The watchman wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced at the dark, panther-sized cat walking by his side.
By Morgan J. Muir4 years ago in Fiction
Scars
The air is chilly on this side of the hill; you should thank the compound Leader for insisting you wear his Deep Mud coat if you wanted to accompany me up here. You’re writing for the compound newsletter, is that right? So the residents can learn about the newest addition to the compound, meaning me and Gerta? And Hatcher, of course. Having to cut away these scrubby vines with every damn step makes it seem like we’ve been climbing forever. I’m glad the Leader suggested bringing the machete, god, the vines are terrible, and the thorns! But at least they’re not roses. Oh, right, easy for you to laugh … my goodness, you’re out of breath, aren’t you? Time to get a bit more exercise, perhaps? If you want to hear about us you’ll have to keep up with me. C’mon, we’re almost to the top, and I need to explore while I’ve got the chance. I’ve wanted to climb this hill ever since we moved into the compound two weeks ago, but, pardon me, I’ve been a little busy, and Hatcher doesn’t like to babysit. As if he has a choice. Between recovering from the merbintal, looking after the baby, unpacking, and starting a garden while the weather holds, it took me longer than I expected to get the chance to come up here. You’ve never been to the lookout before? Well, let’s see if the view lives up to its reputation…
By JANINA M FULLER4 years ago in Fiction
Send in the Clones
Once Upon a Time, in a city in the English Midlands, there lived a man named Philip Blue who was very rich and who owned a factory. Some years before he had invented a new kind of widget, and he built his factory so that he could make lots of his widgets and sell them at a very good profit.
By John Welford4 years ago in Fiction
De'Coration Academy for Exceptional Rabbits Part 5: Let's Find Reggie
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Sprinkles and Marshmallow Each part can be read separately or as part of a series. Sprinkles nibbled on a long stalk of hay as she waited for Marshmallow to finish applying her camouflage. They were about to head out to meet their contact under the marigold bush.
By Rebecca harmsworth4 years ago in Fiction
The Running
They were just another happy couple sitting out on a Veranda in Spain. Susie and Mark were on their delayed honeymoon, after an impromptu wedding. Susie had never heard the term shot-gun wedding. The morning of the nuptials her older brother explained to her that a shot-gun wedding was when the father of the (pregnant) bride to be, held the groom at gun point. Susie didn't think it was very funny given the circumstances. On top of that if anyone was being held at gun point it was herself, with her mother holding the gun. It was right after the wedding that the world went on lock-down and then changed forever. The world wide time out and subsequent reset was the cause of the delay in travel plans.
By Mikey Lane, MS, LPC, Energy Healer, Medium4 years ago in Fiction
Minotaur in Hot Water
This story is the fifth in a Summer Fiction Series challenge where I scribble a short story based on a book. This story prompt includes a bull, with the concept inspired from The Sun Also Rises, by Ernest Hemingway. The illustrations are also created by Hannah Marie.
By Hannah Marie. 4 years ago in Fiction
Swamp Lights
As a boy, I grew up in a small town called Jamestown of good ol’ South Carolina, USA. The town was near this swamp that went by the name of Hell Hole. It was even celebrated by the locals. They would host an annual festival on the first weekend of May each year. But I knew better, or so I thought.
By Astrid Hannah Westwood4 years ago in Fiction
Guardians of the Green Light Galaxy: The Goddess and The Protector
As soon as Diana left to the patio, Sofia darted to the forbidden room where she had seen the marvelous bag of unprecedented intrigue. Sofia was young, but in all her years she had never ever seen anything as majestic and as amazing as the small green glowing balls in the purple silk drawstring bag. It passed by Sofia so quickly, she barely had a glimpse! However, that was all it took. She had never been more enchanted.
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Fiction
