Fantasy
Errand
It wasn’t the voices that had waken me, I’d gotten used to those. It was the thumping of heavy boots. By the time I rushed downstairs, the paramedics were already lifting Ms. Alliston carefully from the floor. They used a handled sling to cradle her, and she practically disappeared into the quilted fabric of her dressing gown. “What happened?”
By Timber Holmes4 years ago in Fiction
The Queen Is Here
The last time I had seen her was when I was maybe fifteen years old. I moved quickly to hive her a huge bear hug. "You certainly have grown," she said through a teary smile. When we let the hug stop, the room started spinning. "Uh, what is happening. . ." I trailed off as I began to plummet. I could only wait for the . . . Why did I not hit the floor? Huh? My strength halted this time but my vision settled enough to see a few feet in front on me. David? Why was he carrying me and more importantly WHERE?! I thought I had only blinked. When I woke up again, everyone was gone but a beautiful turquoise dress. Form fitting that was slit-slanted and floor length. This time when I got out of bed, I felt wonderful. I changed my clothes then proceeded to walk out of the room in search of my mom. I eventually found her in the maze of halls. She was in the doorway to the ballroom. I knew it was the ballroom because of the glowing pink letters that were floating mid-air. "Oh my galaxies! That looks beyond gorgeous on you. I have something for you. . . " she handed me a masquerade mask, "I hope you enjoy your time tonight." She had this knowing grin that sent a small shiver down my spine. Was I still feeling Christine's side effects? I figured the only way to find out was to play along. I carefully placed the mask on and entered the room.
By Cody Kennedy4 years ago in Fiction
Young Od
He was small of stature but had enormous heart, as aspiring heroes did in days of King Ransom. The redhead, near 3.33 ell, leaned head-to-head with his 14 hand dun outside a towering white, reconstructed barn crowning the mountain valley. Nearby, a meandering stream sang its lazy tune and all might have been well, considering he had driven Granny to the wedding of a King. However, downward from Od and the Norse horse he’d named Sollys, “Bright Sun,” fanned wagon after wagon of nervous, breast-collared draft horses, anxious to be free of harness. On a good day, they might have objected to standing in wait a mere stride from budding snacks, cool waters and shade. This day, what they felt developing down valley, would soon head their direction. Such knowledge would have rattled Od’s harness, had he, too, been shackled.
By Barbara Steinhauser 4 years ago in Fiction
Fragile
Lucan sat patiently while Sophia tried to make sense of what had just happened. He could see the cogs of her mind churning in overdrive, chaotic thoughts fighting against each other for some semblance of order. Her lips parted at regular intervals as if speaking unpronounced words. He placed his hands over her trembling ones and reminded himself to be gentle. The human mind was a fragile thing, a fracture in the wrong place, at the wrong time could shatter even the strongest of souls.
By sylvana lee-jones4 years ago in Fiction
The Oil of Other Hands
Sunday afternoon, Maya turned up with Kate's destiny wrapped in plain brown paper. It looked like an ordinary package: a rectangular box, tied with white string. A little on the heavy side, judging by how Maya cradled it in both arms and tilted back as if to balance it, leaning on the railing outside Kate's door.
By Maisie Krash4 years ago in Fiction
Temper the Rage
Ryan was only ten years old when the Rage appeared. She was helping her little brother, Koda, build a tower with some wooden blocks. Her parents were fighting in the main room again, so she had taken Koda away. Occasionally, her mother resorted to throwing things, and Ryan had once received a bruise from a hair comb projectile that hadn’t gone away for weeks.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
