Fantasy
Bunnies Don't Care About Marigolds
There was nothing in the world that could have prepared Ted for what was intended to be a simple event. Ted dragged himself through the double doors of the large building of a successful local thrift store, the hot Colorado sun beating on the shoulders of his plain black t-shirt after a day of building a new shed with his step-father. He had dropped a hammer on his foot and his toe was still throbbing; the last thing he wanted to do was think about Carrie and James's wedding the next day. Unfortunately, his step-father had spent plenty of time reminding him how important they were to the family, and how his mother had been going on and on about how handsome her boy would look if he showed up in a nice blazer.
By Dani Banani4 years ago in Fiction
Dream Battle (Pt. 4 challenge)
Being taken by surprise was not something to which Fergalo was accustomed. Every muscle tightened as he rose to his full imposing height. Crimson veins, as if force feeding its energy, began to show. His bodies muscles began to swell, doubling in density. Senses heightened by adrenaline bolstered his responses. The creatures arm now shifted into a massive blade shimmering of elemental power. Surging electricity crackled across its surface.
By Panda of Pandemonium4 years ago in Fiction
Fairies in My Front Yard
At this point in my life, the paranormal is pretty normal. I can feel that there’s more out there; that there’s depth to us and our purpose here. Once I accepted that, the proof never stopped coming. Yet the closeness of this encounter impressed me.
By SpaceWalker4 years ago in Fiction
An Enchanted Beast
It's a beautiful day in a small country town. No clouds stifling the blue skies. Only the radiant beams of the glowing sun, bathing the lands with its splendor. Birds sing their songs as they sweep the open air. A breeze gently brushes by those in town. It's a perfect day for a walk, Anabelle thought. She had just moved to the little town on the countryside, and never really took in the quaint lifestyle it offered. It was time to do a little tour of the town and getting the step counter up on her pedometer was a bonus. Ana peered around the corner from the hallway into the living room, and smiled as she looked at her dog, lying in his dog bed. "Maurice," she called out to her companion as his ears perked up, "walk?" The dog sprung up, tail wagging wildly, as he pranced his way to her. Ana grabbed his leash and put it on him, "good boy, Maurice, yeah." The dog danced around her as she put on her shoes, orbiting her like a planet to its star. They made their way out the door to hit the town.
By Adam Franco4 years ago in Fiction
The End of Magic
The cavern rumbled as the four took their places for a meeting as rare as seeing another man’s dreams. The darkness betrayed nothing of the nature of the participants but soon was banished as a gout of flame issued forth from one of them, catching the brazier in the centre of the cave and bathing the area in a soft, warm glow. The largest of the four chuckled, a sound of stone grinding on stone as he surveyed his comrades. His massive head swivelled this way and that, the dark amber of his eyes catching in the firelight.
By Mathew Borg4 years ago in Fiction
The Light of a Marigold
When the world was newly formed there were many small villages across the land as all the villages connected. Everyone was happy and had everything they needed. There was no need for money or coins as they traded and gathered together as a community. One day a god named Philosyonious was tired of watching them do the same routine day in and day out. Philosyonious knew he was not supposed to engage with the humans, but he took it upon himself to make a little mischief. He wanted to see what the humans would do if the community no longer had balance.
By Amanda Grace4 years ago in Fiction
Necklace of Memories (4)
Emrys, an Investigator, saw the raven leave the town and glide lazily upriver towards the hills, as the valley was beginning to brighten as the sun rose from the sea. His sharp eyes noticed the silver ring on its rooks leg, denoting it was a Brandweud,one of the noble magical messengers. The elf then turned his gaze towards the town nestled by the river at the bottom of the hill, which was in the demesne of Lord Lennox. Speaking aloud to his mute companion behind him he said “I wonder what self serving machination that bird is being sent on now?” Emrys turned to gaze at the cold figure behind him. Tanwen, an investigators bodyguard called a Beddmilwr, was an undead former investigator. She had rested her long axe called a bardiche against a snow laden pine, as Emrys regarded her with a quiet despair. She had been his bodyguard for nearly twenty years now, blandly obeying his gentle instructions all those years. “Come, let's at least get a warm cup of mead and a warm night's sleep indoors at the Dolphin Inn“ said Emrys, stamping the snow from his boots.
By Ian Hambly4 years ago in Fiction
