Fantasy
The guards return
Rising from the mists, surreal in creation, a wall peaks through the trees. Cresting the hyperion forest it flickers in and out of vision along the ridge. No matter how you approached, a mirage of magnificent forestry enveloped in the mists meets ones gaze. But underneath the projected imagery, a 40ft thick wall of Tremacite resided. A material so durable, the strongest earthquakes couldn’t destroy them. Three thousand miles in circumference, it houses the majority of the military might of the greatest civilization known to Samura. Farmlands, waterways, towns…all of them leading to the jeweled city; Trizanthia. The crowning achievement of the werewolf race, Trizanthia has remained hidden in these mountains for centuries. Within the palace grounds one being sits upon a gilded seat. Fur covered fingers coated in warm chocolate icing reach down for another piece of cake.
By Panda of Pandemonium5 years ago in Fiction
Hubris of a Captain
“Captain!” Thamore turned with no ease and the deck boards underfoot creaked as his feet shifted and his body turned to face the darkened doorway that led to the lower deck. He had sent his first mate below to search for it, a prized treasure rumored to have been on this ship.
By Michael Bivens5 years ago in Fiction
The Rings
The Rings The sun rose slowly and begin to peak through the window blinds. Its beautiful hue may have been the reason I rose but honestly it was to see if you were dead yet. A blessing that I hope for every time I wake from a dream. As I slowly opened my eyes, I could see the light hitting my prized statues on the dresser. I reclosed them because I knew that once again God had forsaken me by allowing me to wake another day. The disappointment, as usual, was palpable. I need to get my bearings these days before I move. Lately I’ve experienced dizziness and the chances of me falling and breaking a hip is high for my age. I miss the days when I could just bounce out of bed, alas that hasn’t been possible for many decades. The birds are chirping next to the window because HE decided that it would be nice for the bird feeder to be right outside our window. I can feel my mouth curling into that familiar look of disgust. I run my bony thin fingers through my thinning hair and stop as I feel some of the hair pull away in my hand. I really hate this feeling of despair that begins to build in my chest. It is so frequent with its intensity that I have to pause just to fully allow it to leave my body. Don’t let anyone tell you that growing old is graceful or enlightening. It is pain and torture.
By Makeda Grant5 years ago in Fiction
Dark Sweet Death
I don't remember much about the day I died, only the taste of something dark and sweet. I had planned to get up early, but things took a turn. Glancing at my phone while trying to snooze the alarm, I realize I'm already late. No time for a shower or a shave. In a panic, I throw on clothes. Rushing to the car I drop my keys while trying to juggle coffee, a laptop bag and my lunch. I bend down quickly to pick them up when the awful sound of my pants ripping makes me gasp. Startled, I spill hot coffee all down the front of my last clean shirt. It is at this very moment I realize this will not be a good day.
By Stewart Brewer5 years ago in Fiction
Butterfly Fate
Born as a creature so small and helpless; a slow thing who constantly strives to survive - a caterpillar - whose fight to survive begins the moment it is born. In such a big world where it can starve, be crushed, eaten, drowned, or even dry out in the burning sun; the worm still continues to survive.
By Gracelee Campbell5 years ago in Fiction
Big Foot and His Dad
I had come back from helping Ms. Annie and had fallen asleep on the couch with my dogs. I heard knocking, thought it was in my dreams, so I ignored it. If it was real, the two dogs sleeping on me would bark or make a noise right? So, I snuggled back asleep then heard the knocking again a bit louder and louder. I had to pee now, so I slid out from under the dogs and went to the bathroom and the dogs were still snuggled on the couch asleep. The knocking continued.
By Dee Mae Elva5 years ago in Fiction
A Meal to Die For
Mara closed the heavy wooden door quietly, the latch clicking softly into place. She almost breathed a sigh of relief but realized she hadn’t even looked to see what accompanied her in this room yet. Would it be another slumbering behemoth? Perhaps another angry skeleton? Her pulse quickened as she turned to face the new room.
By James F Fairservice Jr5 years ago in Fiction
Iron and Chocolate
I snorted with glee as the colossal red barn crushed my ex’s car. I moved to Hibbing, Minnesota from Cambridge, Massachusetts, following my boyfriend to the middle of the country, albeit the slightly less miserable northern middle. As much as everyone tells me how much I’ll hate the cold, I was actually looking forward to winter and long days and nights indoors, snuggling with my boyfriend and reading half a moving truck full of books we brought with us.
By Anton Crane5 years ago in Fiction
