Fantasy
Clock Struck
Feeling the early morning grog, Hans blindly groped for the clock to stop the all too familiar signal for the start of the day. He tried to rub his eyes awake with curled fingers screwing awake-ness into his vision. Victorious, he tested his focus on the details of the overhead fan circulating the air. All was good. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed, then started his morning routine: selected work attire from the closet: Coat, shirt, pants, shoes, tie; freshened up in the bathroom, and brushing teeth, then combed hair. Did it seem thinner and grayer than yesterday? He mused as he walked to the dresser and finished dressing in front of the mirror, which hung on the wall.
By Allen J Dunckley5 years ago in Fiction
Big brown paper box
The Big Brown Paper Box It was just another ordinary day, or so I thought. I was walking home from work, something I did everyday except Saturday and Sundays. When I got home it was my usual routine, kick off my shoes, take off my bra and sit down and have a nice cold Twisted Tea. Those are one of my favorites, hands down. This was what I called the unwinding part of my day. Monday through Friday I worked with kids and as much as I love them, it was very very tiring. Anyway after about an hour of chillaxing, I decided I wanted to get up and start my dinner. I was eating chicken quesadilla’s tonight and I had to go to my mini garden inside my backyard to grab some peppers. As I'm gathering the peppers, from the corner of my eye to my left I saw something that was very unusual. It was unusual because nothing should have been there. So I fixed my eyes to the direction of the shadowy figure and I saw that it was a big box. An exceptionally big paper box. Of course I became startled because this wasn’t in my front yard or anything, it was in my backyard. And in order to get into my backyard you literally needed to go through my house. So im standing there, looking at the box, and slowly backing away. Whatever peppers I had, was all I was going to gather cause girlfriend was out ok. Anyway I get into the house and I call my friend Omar. When I called him he could clearly tell that something was wrong and said he’d be to my house in 5 minutes. So while I’m waiting for him, one of my neighbors came over because she needed some basil and peppers herself. I’m thinking to myself cool, she’ll see the box to and maybe we will open it. The strangest thing happened though, she didn’t see the box. She never brought it up, as a matter fact she actually walked right through it. My facial expression clearly showed that something was wrong because she asked if I was ok, and said I looked like I had just saw a ghost. I told her I was fine and said that I had just forgotten about something I didn’t do at work. She brought it, she thanked me for the basil and peppers and went on home. As she was going down the steps Omar was making his way up the steps. Omar had been my friend since we were kids, honestly we are definitely more than friends. The point was I didn’t think that he would think I was crazy if he couldn’t see the box either. So we went into the house and he’s like Nesh what’s wrong? I say just follow me to the backyard. So he does, and once were out there his first question was where did this huge behind box come from? I breathed out this big sense of relief, he was confused. I had told him that my neighbor couldn’t see the box so I was worried that he wouldn’t either. He said how didn’t she see this big old box, I was like I have no idea.
By Venesha Owen5 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Package
The Mysterious Package By Charley Faraday The old woman woke up. Through tired and bleary eyes, she looked at the analogue clock that sat on her bedside table. Its hands pointed to read seven-thirty in the morning. "Time to get up.", she said in a quiet voice to herself. Nancy Tingle was an elderly woman of seventy-five years old. She liked to keep her long gray hair done up in a top-bun, just as she had when she was a young secretary at a dentist's office when she was twenty-four. As she did up her hair she thought to herself, "But, oh, that was a long time ago, back when I met Walter." Walter had been hired as the dentist's assistant when they had first met. The moment their eyes met for the first time, they both knew it was love at first sight. One year later, they would become husband and wife. It wasn't until Nancy was seventy-two that her Walter would soon pass away. However, Nancy stayed devoted to her beloved husband even after his passing. She still remembers how he would say her name. "Nancy, I love you…", his words echoed in her mind.
By Charley Faraday5 years ago in Fiction
Vessels (Part 4)
Ashira grumbled as she exited the temple. She didn’t understand why she had to leave the catacombs. She knew Jeshed worked with the dead and it was he who had told her that she didn’t have anything to fear from them; that she should be more afraid of crocodiles when playing near the river. But Jeshed also said that a girl shouldn’t be present during certain rituals. He then finished by saying he couldn’t let her be on her own in the temple, to undoubtedly pester the other priests. Thus, she had been exiled from the calm coolness of her home and ousted into the loud brightness of the day.
By Rachael Dunn5 years ago in Fiction
Blades Free Weekend
It’s been a long day, I thought as I finally turned onto my street. Oddly quit too. I don’t even recall seeing Edgar and Destiny at lunch or the rest of the day now that I think about it. They must have done me the honor of skipping school right before lunch. Although I didn’t see them, it didn’t stop me from feeling paranoid all day. I kept thinking I'd come around a corner and run right into one or both of them and get the whole day's worth of torture then and there. It made for a very long and stressful day.
By Kelsey Ranae Wood5 years ago in Fiction
A Witch's Story
Although very simple, this story came to me after a very excitingly active evening with the fae. I have attempted to record myself reading it multiple times, and between the wind in my current location, and not enough space on my device, I have decided to type it here, and will continue to work on the reading as I move around along my journey.
By Jami Larson5 years ago in Fiction
A Ravens Sky
Each steel cage lines up precisely along the edge of the transmutation-circle. It’s the kind of perfection better meant for an eerie painting rather than present existence. I’m careful as I step over the white-dusted line. It wasn’t enough for Eden to draw over the wood, she chipped into it to create a permanent etching of her unholy circle. The chalk is darker in certain areas, and lighter in the others. Eden must have grown impatient with her own hand. The drawing stretches across the room, barely leaving a gap between itself and the walls. Every symbol within it is illegible to me – me not having the required knowledge to understand the unspoken language. She explained the process, but her words went right over my head. But her voice – her soft, feminine voice – spoke so fondly of her alchemy, treating it as a separate entity in need of affection.
By Rebecca Ontiveros5 years ago in Fiction
