Fantasy
Nights of Dragons and Genies: Chapter 2
The continent of Orobia, in the center of the map of Skyeria, was a rather warm climate. Certainly warmer than the northeastern continent of Odiosera, what with the desert that made up a large part of the continent. However, there were still plenty of signs of green in the Orobian desert. It was thanks to the work of the five tribes of genies--humanoid spirits that called Orobia and its sister continent Escen their home: the masters of the skies known as the djinn, the rulers of the waters the marid, the sturdy and strong earth-molders called the dao, the masters of flame called the ifrit, and the natural hearted walkers of nature called the nasna.
By Grant Alexander Brown4 years ago in Fiction
The Bow
For the prologue to this story, find it here: The Bow, Prologue Present Day; July 29th, 2016 “My goodness, You look absolutely stunning” the words of her best friend were all but comforting. Quinn sized herself up in the mirror, pursing her lips as she checked out her simple dress once more.
By Lindsay Dewolfe4 years ago in Fiction
The bull pen 🐂
she was scared. The night was approaching in the sky was turning dark. There was clouds coming from the west and there was a slight fog that started to appear. She was stuck cold and alone I’m feeling pretty stupid for even attempting to even go near this dreadful, horrible place. Once the sunset she was doomed and if she didn’t leave pretty soon then she would become part of the bullpen.
By Magdala Content4 years ago in Fiction
In The Woods
Complete darkness fills everything as though someone has just turned off the light, there was sunshine everywhere just a moment ago, it poured trough the gaps between leaves of the trees painting the forest into warm shades of yellow and orange. Now it’s so dark that he can’t see anything except formless black shapes of oak trees less than a meter ahead, the rest of the forest, the field, the world and the day are consumed by eternal, endless night. He gets confused for a moment, then decides that he must have gotten lost, walked too far into the forest and now thick foliage won’t let through enough sunlight. This is not the best explanation, not the most plausible, but his mind needs to cling to some semblance of common sense and might as well cling to this.
By Oksana Dolna4 years ago in Fiction
Winter's Passage
Yukimi flew, and the train of her kimono, made of the lightest silk, billowed in her wake. The winter breeze tossed and played with it as the blades of her ancient, wobbly skates sliced through the ice. It mattered little that the straps bit into her skin when a single smooth stroke could send her to the far end of the pond.
By Amanda Osterday4 years ago in Fiction
Rex Draco Farm
As the weeks pass, the oranges, reds, and yellows of Fall surrender to the brown and green of evergreens and the white of freshly fallen snow. The fresh smells of mid-December fill the air. As the year fades, Draco and his tree grew with each day that passed by. Mia and Arthur had taken to the news that the appearance of a true dragon forever changed their lives.
By Chris James4 years ago in Fiction
Turquoise Moon: Part 2
As Jane sat in the coffee shop and was finishing her pumpkin spice latte' she still pondered on what had just happened. Jane still didn't want to get her hopes up and believe that Jessica was possibly interested in her. Jane heard a Green Day song entitled 'I'm Still Breathing' start to play on the stereo as she drank the last couple sips of her coffee, so she listened. After the song ended she left and thought of the wise words of the lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong. The lead singer was always there to comfort her and relax her mentally. Jane then proceeded to leave Sip n' Chill and walked down the street. She looked at the paper Jessica had handed to her and felt emotions of bliss. She felt it was almost a dream come true. She stared at Jessica's handwriting and told herself to just play it cool and go home to think. Jane went home, sat on the coach, had a monster and looked at the page Jane had ripped out of her journal. Jane decided to wait some time to call.
By Karly Krull4 years ago in Fiction
Into The Deep
What did I get myself into this time? I’m on a boat rocking back and forth in the middle of the ocean all alone. I don’t have food, I don’t have water, all I have is the white light of the moon and the brightness of the stars shining down on me. I guess all things considered seeing the stars gleam and glow and the great round moon watching over me, isn’t a bad way to go. I just wish I could find some comfort on this wooden dinghy. The only thing I can rely on to sooth me is the water knocking up against the hull of the boat, but that’s only because it’s the least of my worries. I’m more worried about those thick clouds in the great distance, I’m not sure how well this boat would hold if it had to go up against swells bigger than me. But I guess that’s a concern for another day. I took a deep breath of the cool crisp air of the ocean breeze and let out nothing but anxiety and fear. I looked out into the water, clinched my left hand, placed it under my chin and just gazed upon the beautiful ocean water knowing full well that it will be my final resting place. I noticed my reflection in the water and all I see is despair. I sat there still and quiet contemplating how I got here, and then suddenly, I see a bright blue light gliding through the deep. It was twirling and spinning, what a peculiar fish I said to myself, at least someone was home. I was wondering what it could be, but I haven’t got a clue, all I know is it looked happy. Well, I guess I should try and get some sleep, those clouds look like I am going to need what little energy I can get.
By Will Baker4 years ago in Fiction
StarMaker
CHAPTER 1 The End is the Beginning When the last light shone into this world we knew we were goners. Every horrible dark thought surged through every cell of me as the sun darkened for the last time. A teeny tiny tear gathered at the corner of my eye, holding itself back in a last hope of …. something, anything to take away the clawing despair.
By Soleira Green4 years ago in Fiction
Stranger Stranger
This strange tale began two years ago in my small-town Texas bar. In sauntered a man on a slow Thursday night who looked like he belonged in a circus. He had many unusual piercings and tattoos, yet he wore a shirt with the words, “peace, harmony, and love” intersecting.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
