Fantasy
Birthright
Nineteen. That is the number of months since I opened that silly box. The one that had taunted my existence for years on top of my grandmother’s shelf. Promises of adventure and excitement made my heart burst out of my chest with anticipation. I should have known. Nothing exciting ever happens to me! I thought about it often. The way I felt when I opened the box, the way I expected to feel as it magically changed my life.
By C.L. Deslongchamp 4 years ago in Fiction
The Codex Cube
As any seasoned writer worth their salt can tell you, one's muse may at times manifest itself as nothing less than an incurable madness. Such was the case with my second book. Despite being well aware that no publisher would ever want to pick it up, and although I knew beforehand that few readers were going to be able to slog through its incessant tomfoolery, I insisted not only on writing the damn thing—but even worse—I paid to self-publish it!
By Obsidian Eagle4 years ago in Fiction
The Pear Tree
It was August 15th; beautiful and bright outside. The summer of 2030 is when I received my powers from mother earth. Yes, powers; I know it sounds crazy but it’s true. It all happened in Clarksburg, California under a beautiful pear tree. I was waiting for a friend who owned a farm around that way. I took one of the pears off of the tree; I was hungry and he was taking way too long. I bit into the sweet, juicy pear; as I am chewing I taste the ripeness even stronger. My eyes start watering; as I’m basically crying, my eyes get puffy and swollen. My lips got big and red as if my throat was swelling up. Yup, I’m allergic to pears; I guessed. William, my friend, finally comes outside. As he is running to me I fall on the ground and I start to have a seizure. As I’m foaming out the mouth, my friend William proceeds to put me on my side and he calls the ambulance while he is holding me.
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Fiction
Upon the Shattered Sea
The Stormender cut a path through the icy waters of the Shattered Sea, the drake-bone bow smashing any chunks unfortunate enough to get in its way. Snow fell, mixing with the water and ice to create an illusory surface that spread for miles.
By Sovereign Scholar4 years ago in Fiction
The Garden Thief
Many things in nature are silent, because they chose to be. The contests for human attention had become too troublesome. Nature has chosen silence to its own destruction. However, in the beginning, the world was full of wild and envious things. At first these natural forces spoke with light and gentle touches. A caress of the wind. An unexpected warmth on the skin. Then they learned to speak through whispers. As people began to listen to these whispers, other natural forces became jealous. Each plant, animal, and element started discovering new methods to continue vying for attention. Many of these natural forces began sending gifts to their human followers. Greedy humans savagely took advantage of these gifts.
By Meredith Lawless4 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Pond
So much loss. The old man sat in silence, back pressed against an old hickory tree. His legs stretched out; In front of him, the pond was frozen solid. The world was an icy, white death, shrouded in mist. Each one of his breaths was painful, ragged, as though they were dragged through the teeth of some winter monster. “This will be as good a place as any to breathe my last,” he thought. The pressure in his chest was heavy, but the pain had ended, and only peace remained.
By Catherine Carpenter4 years ago in Fiction
Dagda's Harp
“Mo anam Cara, I do not see you as a whore. You are my wife. I just need you to beguile them with your beauty. While you distract them, I will take the cauldron and then we can deliver it to my father, then we can properly be married in the eyes of the Gods.”
By Lolita Civic4 years ago in Fiction
Elatha
ELATHA Did you ever just know when something was perfect, right, that it all fit. That was Dana. Dana may have been mortal, a being whose existence would be diminished in a blink. But she was special, I had never met a human who did not cringe at the sight of us, or coward at our voice. Not Dana, she treated me and my companions as if we were equals. Her presence astounded me and all I wanted was more. I gave her all my trust when I let her out of my sight to go relieve herself. Dana being by my side after wards made me question my life choices. You see, my reason for being here, with the stones in another world form mine was revenge. I found out that I had a grandfather, Dagda, My family’s enemy The Tuatha De Danna. Not just any Tuatha, no but their leader, their God. Knowing that I knew what I had to do. That was to make Ireland mine, my people were going to rule Ireland again. I was on a mission to find the other three treasures as I already stole my grandfather’s cauldron. Dana changed my revenge plan, I do not know, cannot explain it but it was then, after she came back to me that I realised that being a King in my world, having her as my Queen by my side was all that I needed. I did not need Ireland and I did not need my grandfather to acknowledge me, nor my inheritance. As soon as the sun rises, I will take my Queen to be and go home. I had Dana’s body curled up around me, her head laying on my chest. I could feel the life in her, it was calming, her soul was a soothing touch.
By Lolita Civic4 years ago in Fiction
Tapestry of the Web of Life
When I found out I was pregnant, and a single mum to be, I decided to move out of my father’s farm in the foothills of the city where I lived. I had to finish off my Honors degree in Psychology and travelling times were going to be a bit too much.
By Brittany Smith4 years ago in Fiction
