Fantasy
The Domes
When I was a little girl my father told stories about the world before The Domes. How as a child he would lay outside and look at the open sky, or play in fields of grass, or climb tall trees. He described the world as a place of beauty and freedom. But when he was a teen a sickness spread across the land and it began to die. It was then that The Domes were built.
By Jessica Jolliffe4 years ago in Fiction
Bolts, Swords, and Marigold Flowers
No one except my husband, Warren, knew that my mother was an elf, and my father was human. He always said, “Warren and Evelyn would prosper, no matter what.” It was cute. Eight years ago when I gave birth to Serena, I wanted to make sure she was more in touch with her elven ancestry, so we moved to Cinderwood. I stayed at home teaching Serena about the world and using my knowledge of the Earth around us to help tend to the sick. The beautiful, green village of Cinderwood was created as a reservation for elves just outside the city of Avalon near the edge of the land, where The King sits in his castle overlooking Lorelai Lake. The elves that were supposed to live in Cinderwood preferred living in the forest adjacent to it. Therefore, this village became a community of those who supported the diversity of the world or just hated King Elias. I moved to Cinderwood for both reasons.
By Pseudo Nym4 years ago in Fiction
Venturing Out
Preface Tellius Realms was my first ever attempt at writing a book. I started it when I was in middle school and then picked it back up every few years in high school, college, and afterward. While I love the characters and story my writing creativity has been focused elsewhere recently. When I was around twenty-five a group of friends asked me to run a tabletop game for them. I chose to adapt the Tellius Realms to have their story begin a bit off of where the original began but eventually the two would come together and then I would see what the players decided. I told them of the dwarven underground city of Krundlebottom, which had been shut off the outside world because of a trade dispute with the gnomes. Since dwarves are stubborn it's been a few generations.
By Ronald T Whitley4 years ago in Fiction
Gray
My island is painted in shades of gray. In smudges of light and dark. Making up everything from the rolling, pulsing currents of the deep sea, to the white crested waves that crash against the basalt cliffs. Stone so dark, it’s almost black, rising up in dizzying columns that lord over the ocean, damp and inky with sea spray.
By Julie Tuovi4 years ago in Fiction
Of Winds and Waves
If you saw Xander Siklon at school, you probably wouldn’t look twice. Sure his one stormy grey eye and one electric blue eye might strike you at first, but you’d get used to them. Sure he may be rather fast and jump rather high, but he was no Usain Bolt. And even if he was, he almost never ran unless being pursued by bullies. He spent most of his time nose deep in books. He was just an average sixteen year old boy.
By Avyakta Kanthesh4 years ago in Fiction
Suspended
“You know, I’m not really a Damien Hirst fan… but this is impressive,” Jeremy the shapeshifter overheard someone saying as he studied the five-meter-long display case before him. Preserved in formaldehyde was a tiger shark, it’s jaws open, body suspended as if it could start surging forward, nose bumping into the glass at any moment. It was impressive, he thought, raising his eyes to look through the green tinted glass at the other fundraiser attendees.
By Kelsey Reich4 years ago in Fiction
Shark Weak
That pretty fish in the picture is me. Ain’t I a sight to see? And the shark…well I’ll tell you about that. I’m a Betta fish. Betta fish are among the most popular and beautiful pet fish in the world, but that wasn’t always so. The genus Betta contains more than 73 recognized species, but the fish most people are familiar with is Betta splendens or Siamese Fighting Fish. Now go to the beach and look at my home. It’s even more astonishing. When a human stand by the seashore, a person will no doubt marvel at the ocean’s power, its restlessness, its vastness and depth. The ocean is my altruistic brother. It’s really all I have. You may have wondered how the sea creatures feel, surrounded as they are by water. Thousands of feet down you can find crabs and other sea animals walking on the ocean floor. The tremendous pressure down there would crush a man, but the bodies of these animals are built to tolerate it.
By Violet Hamilton4 years ago in Fiction
