Fantasy

The Logistics of Providence
The airy rush of distant highways serenades the nighttime city into a restless half-sleep. A well-dressed man steps from the back of a limousine, a suspicious package wrapped in brown paper nested in the crook of his arm. His head on a swivel, he scans the hoi polloi for a proper recipient. As he passes under sodium-yellow streetlights, the package pulses and the lights tremble.
By Garrett Warren4 years ago in Fiction
Improper Mage - Ch 4
The Monroe sisters were the talk of the ball by the end of the night. Hannah and Charlotte danced with their preferred matches many times while Liana tried her best to repair the damage she caused and make a good impression on all the available mage suitors. The mage community flittered with talks of marriage for the three sisters. Most of all, gossip centered around Liana. This time though, it focused on how well she performed.
By Taylor Westwood4 years ago in Fiction
Improper Mage - Ch 3
Liana attempted to escape the ball and find a quiet corner to hide in. Before she could though, someone approached her. “Excuse me, miss. May I introduce myself?” the man asked formally with a slight bow of the head. Liana gave him a respectful nod back.
By Taylor Westwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Coven Keepers of Myrlah
She wasn’t sure what to think when she found the package there on her doorstep. She never even heard the mailman drop it off. Had he forgotten to knock? Perhaps she just didn’t hear it?
By Lydia Booker4 years ago in Fiction
From Dawn to Dusk
Insects chirped and birds sang out as the first warm rays of the sun crested the horizon. Night slowly gave way to day as Amonsun-Ra reached the top of his post.
By Catherine Guillotte4 years ago in Fiction
A Death Goddess' First Encounter
“It’s time.” A suspiciously ordinary brown paper box appeared on the Pierce Mansion's doorstep. Ten-year-old Pandora Pierce, Alston Pierce, Rosamunde Reid, Raymond Blakely, Aldrin Whelan, and Seger Petola were in the front yard playing.
By Greek Girl 4 years ago in Fiction
Superhumans
The smell of burning wood permeated the cool air. A billow of smoke drifted from the firepit through the space between where Jack and Tara sat. Malina lay sprawled on the grass, gazing at the dark, star-flecked abyss above. The three friends were gathered around the campfire that they had built, reminiscing the good old days of when they were able to come together like this often.
By M.S. Soth4 years ago in Fiction
Miracle Workers
We were all waiting, although some of us were better at hiding our anticipation. Mother hid hers by endless chatter about miracles while she flipped bacon in a pan. Father was silent, but every so often when he picked up his cup of coffee, he would glance my way to see if I was locked in with the expectation that the doorbell would ring any second. My leg bounced and though Mother had placed the plate of bacon and scrambled eggs in front of me a few minutes before, I had not been able to touch a bit of it. Levi, my little brother, was obvious. He could not contain his excitement and ran back and forth from the table to the front window after every bite from his plate. At four he could not contain his energy or excitement.
By Jessica Kohlgraf4 years ago in Fiction
The Gift
The heat had been unbearable. In the small rusted old truck, a young man delivered packages underneath the heavy sun. The small fan on his dashboard couldn’t compensate for the thick humid air that pressed against his skin.
By Jon Trout4 years ago in Fiction
Evil Innocence
Prologue A raging thunderstorm had struck the kingdom of Avalon. The surrounding forest swirled with the wind, and something sinister hung in the air. A young woman, mid thirties, was frantically leading two children to a room in the castle. The two children, a dark-haired young girl around the age of 7, and an even younger brown-haired boy at the age of 6, followed closely behind their mother. The windows blew open and closed. The flames of the torches mounted on the walls flickered. Many of the paintings and tapestries had fallen or been torn down. The boy struggled to keep up, so the young woman picked him up, holding the hand of the small child beside her.
By Kirsten Leonard4 years ago in Fiction
An Ocean Between Us
Somewhere in Atlanta, GA, USA: “This is a life lesson, son. We are the most misunderstood of them all,” said Pearl to her son. “They say they care about us, but that’s a half-truth. Like everything.” Pearl was determined to give all she can to her son, and also convinced about what she was telling him. “I believe we are better than what they say we are.” Pearl was now looking at all the people passing by in front of them. Some people with disgust on their face, some other people with fear, and some other with amazement in their eyes. Some looked sad, but they were the minority.
By I.G. Mercado4 years ago in Fiction
“The Hero Of Arosoc”
Sam slumped back against the rain-slicked rock wall behind him, the mud under his feet slowly sank down, creating a suction around his boots he knew he would not easily pull out of. But there were more pressing matters to attend to, his eyes drifting down to his side. He could see the leather had been cut clean through, he didn’t know how deep into his side the blade cut and he frankly didn’t want to. The thought sent vivid images of the other wounded men he had seen in battles before this, the wounds left gaping on their bodies. The rain beat down on him washing the blood seeping from the gash away, and some of the sweat pooled on his brow too. It was cold, bitter cold, biting and stinging with every drop. Or perhaps you just have a fever Sam, wounds like this lead to fevers. He closed his eyes letting the cold settle into his skin, hoping if he did have a fever this would help lower it a little.
By Mikey F4 years ago in Fiction