Fantasy
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
Before You Propose...
Veronica paced the length of her living room, her long strides eating up the distance between the walls of her small New York City apartment, creating the need for her to pivot after only a few steps. She glanced at her watch. 6:55. Henry said he’d pick her up at 7. He was never late.
By Kelly O'Donnell5 years ago in Fiction
Necklace of Memories (2)
As a purple haze slowly faded I saw a middle aged human female. She looked distorted through the thick glass of the kitchen window. She blurrily finished crimping spider pies and placed them in an oven box suspended over the kitchen fire. After closing the iron door with a burnt cloth, she sat down on a fresh pine stool by the gently popping fire. She looked up directly into my eyes as I stepped forward and eased the door open. Snow blew in swirling quickly before skidding onto the stone flagons as if they had suddenly discovered gravity. Her brown eyes widened in recognition and a smile rapidly dominated her face “Oh, Kendrick, I have been waiting for days. Grandmother said you would be here before the midwinter feast tomorrow, but, oh, Kendrick, I am so happy to see you”. She leapt up and embraced me, both of us failing to hold tears back. I had to hold back my joy to avoid being overwhelmed at holding my sister for the first time in five years as the purple haze came swirling back.
By Ian Hambly5 years ago in Fiction
Ol' Jessie's Jelly Roll
The jelly hadn’t set, and that was a problem. Ol’ Jessie stomped through the cottage as if she could awaken recalcitrant cherry pectin with the rhythms of her feet, the grinding of her teeth. Her Jelly Roll would be an abject failure without the titular jelly, and there was no time before the village fete to create another batch. The chocolate sponge on the sideboard was a perfect warm brown, so fluffy that finger depressions rebounded like a milkmaid’s lips after vigorous kissing. Jessie dunked a finger into the cherry brandy jell and tasted it. The ruby-red concoction was rich and redolent with the deep sweetness of ripe cherries and just a zing of brandy. It had been properly boiled, why wouldn’t it set? Shaking her grizzled curls Jessie turned a resolute chin towards the planked door and followed it out into the scratch yard. Either the cake would be a triumph or not; fussing and worrying would not set the jell, and there were chickens to see to.
By Eddie Louise5 years ago in Fiction
Deathly Addicted to You
The night my chocoholic husband confessed to cheating on me, he blamed it on my deathly allergy to chocolate and my lack of compassion for him despite his addiction. Suitcase in hand, he walked out the door, cutting my heart out like a slice of chocolate cake. Obsessed with revenge, I reached out to my best friend Marta, who could potentially talk me out of it, but mainly because she happened to be a witch.
By Dooney Potter5 years ago in Fiction
The Crystal In the Fog
Introduction To Characters Eden - Hi my name is Eden and I'm just a normal girl. My adoptive parents told me my birth parents died in an accident when I was young, I am now living with my lovely adoptive family. I only have 2 friends, Misty and Damon, who I have known since I was in kindergarten.
By MythologyBaddies275 years ago in Fiction
His Famous Chocolate Cake
A seven-foot-tall, winged man stood atop the tallest tree in the forest. His wavy black hair sat just past his sharp shoulders, his emerald-green eyes peered out, watching for any movement on the ground. Pitch black, leathery wings wrapped around his lanky, suited body, shielding him from human onlookers. Except one such onlooker wasn’t human.
By Samantha A.R.Weaver5 years ago in Fiction
Macaria
Kelly Daorcy steepled cold fingers over steaming tea, sitting in front of a coffee shop on 39th street. It was September, and the summer had been hot, but August had waned quickly, pulling colour from the few leaves downtown had to offer. Home, for her, had always been more upstate, the acres and acres of trees and the winding country roads being rich with the change of the seasons, but here in the city, one hardly noticed the world turning, save that it got colder.
By Shiv MacFarlane5 years ago in Fiction
