Fantasy
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
Lucky
"What was that you said before, love? 'Let's take the train, dear. We shouldn't strain you much more than we already have.' Something like that?" snarked a short woman with long, golden-haired as she raises her steel tonfas up to protect herself from a massive white talon. The muscles on her arms bulge as she guards against the impact.
By Tyler C Douglas4 years ago in Fiction
Twenty-six Years
All it took was one look and I nearly lost all control of my animalistic nature. The moment she looked into my eyes for the first time, I knew I’d never be the same. But my life had already been changing, so much so that I hardly recognized myself. It had been twenty-six years since I first caught her scent. Twenty-six years since I began to shed the layers of solitude I’d wrapped around myself like a shell to protect me from this cruel world.
By Taylor Westwood4 years ago in Fiction
The second smile in eternity
They’d have called it a desert, if there had been anyone to call it anything. It was a desolate plain of rock and dust, stretching endlessly in every direction. There was no life. Not an animal, not an insect, not a tiny green shoot, not even the skeletal remains of some ancient creature long since dead. Nothing could exist here. Nothing ever had.
By David McClenaghan4 years ago in Fiction
