Fantasy
Modern Dionysius
There were cages scattered around the spacious nightclub, dancers moving fluidly within. Above each cell was a flashing green light, timed to the music. Red lights flashed above the stage. Bodies writhed in rhythm. Over the bar twinkled shades of gold, white and blue, fading in and out before flashing randomly.
By Jes La Pointe4 years ago in Fiction
A Spark of Magic
Amelia’s town was magic. Or cursed, depending on how you looked at it. The town had a fixed border in all directions, one that ran along paved county highways; through thick hedges and briars; atop fields dotted with cows and clover; across the rocky stream where teenagers gathered for picnics and late night parties.
By Cheryl Wray4 years ago in Fiction
The Meaning of Life?
My memories are all that I have, but I do have rather a lot of them. Every male ancestor still lives in me, and I treasure their lives, for they are all I have to pass on to my sons. They too, each one of them, will carry our ancestral memories, but in addition to what I have inherited, they will also carry mine as well.
By Steve Moran4 years ago in Fiction
Highland Guardian
A chill snapped at Samuel, waking him to a lightless morning. The trek through the Highlands exceeded his expectations. He crawled from his tent closer to what little of the fire remained as he scanned his surroundings. Unfortunately, the herd had not yet arrived. He sighed and stood, stretching and cracking his limbs as he prepared himself for yet another day of searching.
By Autry George4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Magic
My eyes open and I am awake. I am lying flat on my back in the middle of a pavement. A storm has rolled in, hitting with clashes of silver and blue. Rain drops hit my skin fiercely like sharp stones. I can feel the stinging pain of cuts across my arms and legs.
By Susan L. Marshall4 years ago in Fiction
Wings of Imagination
Manisha, my fiancée passed away in April 1976. What if by the grace of God Miss Manisha Ramcharan of Trinidad did become Mrs. Manisha Ramcharan-Kumar, aka Mrs. Manisha Kumar and landed in India sometimes in 1976 with her Indian husband Arun. Let me imagine the issues which we both would have had to face. A few things potentially could have created issues not very palatable to myself, my family, and my wife. Let me identify some of those possible scenarios and ponder how I would have handled them.
By Arun Kumar Ph. D.4 years ago in Fiction
Just Another Chosen One Could Be the Farm Boy Prophecy Foretold
Zebedee al Gondo gazed out of his window at the towering peaks of the Sonduz mountains in the distance. From his lofty vantage point in the Tower of Alacarth, the magical city of Unrular shimmered below him.
By Alex Cooper4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
My head, as light as a feather, takes on a journey of its own as my neck struggles to continue to hold it sturdily in one place. My eyes, slightly roll backwards into that of my eye sockets, whilst the energy emanates outwards and permeates my auric field in its absolute entirety. My breath, expands and extends with every rush, inviting that of my awareness to seep deeper into my altered state. The intensity grows more profound whilst the sensation of pure liquid ecstasy, begins to ascend throughout that of my being as I allow the divinity of the moment to orchestrate the experience as it unfolds.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Fiction
Beauty in the Beast
Arabella stares up at the castle spires before her as dark clouds swirl overhead. She pushes open the heavy iron gate. It creaks and groans against the pressure before finally giving way. The winds pick up around her blowing the hood of her cloak into her face. She pulls the hood back pressing on into the overgrown grounds.
By Kevin Barkman4 years ago in Fiction
