Fantasy
A Shark in the pool
“There are no sharks in pools!” Anna shouted, “you’re just being dumb!” proceeded by sticking her tongue out at me and running away. Shaking my head in defeat wondering why no one would believe me. I know I saw it; I just KNOW it was real! I told my mom immediately and she just laughed and said I have an active imagination. It’s not like I’m a kid anymore, I’ve been 12 for 3 months now! When I told Dad, he shook his head at me and said sharks can’t live in pools. That the chlorine would kill them. Even Grandma with all her wisdom and understanding didn’t believe me! What was I supposed to do, just stop talking about it to everyone? It really happened! I remember it like it was yesterday, mostly because it was yesterday. But SOMEONE should believe me!
By Marleen Nish4 years ago in Fiction
The Petal that Saved Lives
Darkness swept throughout the village as all hope seemed lost. Hundreds of men, women & children grew gravely ill as night fell. The Chief paced the hall, afraid of what fate had in store for his daughter and his tribe. His daughter was all he had left in this world as the sickness had already taken his wife. He did not know how he could live on if his daughter did not survive. In the shadows, a servant girl named, Itzel felt fear overcome her. Her parents lie gravely ill as well. She feared that they would die here soon enough without a cure. She wanted to help but didn't know what she could say or do to comfort the Chief. But then, she had an idea. She ran to the ruins of a deserted pyramid that loomed in the distance nearby. It had been deserted years before she was born.
By Cat Sacksteder4 years ago in Fiction
The Mindful Ones
The great white shark had been traveling into the current along the coast for most of the night, drifting off to sleep from time to time. He was in no hurry as his presence would not be required at the counsel until the following day. There was no reason to arrive early, even though the party would have, no doubt, already begun. Mindful great whites did not generally congregate like some of the other species, but some would come early to this once yearly gathering of the Great Council of the Mindful Ones in the hopes of finding a mate. Sebastian preferred his solitude.
By Gale A McCown4 years ago in Fiction
The Witch Who Becomes a Healer
After typhoon Pablo ruined all the rice fields of Calipaian a month ago, Evanita has since been short of money to support her food. She had sold all the remaining sacks of rice in the wet market. She hadn’t expected the calamity. Pablo’s fury uprooted even the sweet potato and taro she had planted in the backyard. The root crops could have been a fair provision until she could plant and harvest rice again. Now, the option to survive is to borrow money from someone in the village.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Mater Maris
The Labor Day commotion at Wildwood is what Deborah lived for. She heard the far off screams of vacationers riding the machines on the pier, she heard the laughter of kids and parents frolicking in the waters of the Atlantic. The aromas of funnel cake and popcorn mingled with the tang of sea salt, and the sun shone bright despite its encroachment on the horizon. Forty years of memories flooded her mind, as did the faces of family and friends that had accompanied her on those many trips. The feel of the sand between her toes was like the carpet of home. And beneath it all was the rhythmic pulse of the sea, almost at one with the beating of her heart.
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Fiction
The Cafe
Casey was reading a book quietly at her favourite café when someone passed her a note. It was freshly written, the ink still wet. Casey looked up as the note-giver scurried away as fast as her tiny feet could take her. It was a little girl, no older than 4, wearing a full-on fairy princess costume, tiara and all. Casey smiled to herself as she looked at the note, reading it for the first time.
By Teigen Bywater4 years ago in Fiction
More Than a Glimpse
You sought me out. So, I’ll tell you what happened. Despite your curiosity the likelihood that you’ll believe me is slim. I’m not sure where to start this story. Should I start with what drove me to the ocean? Or perhaps why a dentist decided the underwater depths were something I wanted to see for myself.
By Stranna Pearsa4 years ago in Fiction
In the Hammer and Fin
A cloaked figure moved through the crowded streets of Black Rock, a coastal port of Cypria that had been named for the large volcanic island that rose like a dark specter off it’s coastline. A small light house on the Rock, as the locals called it, served warning for friendly ships making their way into the shores of Cypria and to the Armies of Krygon the Great that enemies approached. The light would suddenly go dark allowing the armies to prepare as the enemy attempted to blindly navigate the barrier, usually unsuccessfully.
By Dow Tippett4 years ago in Fiction
