Fantasy

The House on The Corner
The house on the corner was not always bright buttercup yellow. Once there were just plain red bricks. Then someone put up cladding and sprayed it grey.
By Barbara Burgess5 years ago in Fiction
Like a Dream
The summer air was still and balmy. It lingered with an encompassing warmth that brought a subtle sheen to the skin of those basking within it. The golden light that streamed through the large clear glass windows refracted into a soft rainbow that lay across the wooden floorboards. It was the unique and precious light of the precise moment of a day caught between afternoon and dusk; where the earth is bathed in an ethereal glow, and the sky is washed with shades of delicate blue, with only a whisper of the vibrant pinks and bright oranges that the sunset will bring. Sunset would not come for a while yet, and its delay held the bruised and sombre sky of twilight at bay. The nymphs tightened the dress around the woman’s waist, tugging firmly on the lace strings of the corseted back. Their laughter chimed around the room like delicate bells, soft and tinkling, and the scent of their perfume oil was heavy in the summer air. It was lavender, rose, and sweet orange, and it bathed the air in vibrant violets, oranges, and pinks. The nymphs wove blue violets and rosemary through her hair; violets for adoring love, and rosemary for enduring grief. The earthy scent of the rosemary coloured the air with a tone that was just a little bit deeper. The hem of her dress dusted the tops of her feet, and its train flowed breezily behind her. The lace lay soft upon her shoulders, and dipped down gracefully across her back and chest. It was a soft cream colour, but in the beautiful sunlight it glowed golden yellow.
By Eva Joyce5 years ago in Fiction
Eleanor, Elise, and the Chocolate Cake
There once was a mother who gave birth to a beautiful girl. For years she held the child, only cooing and staring deeply into her eyes; worry from their harsh slants melted with her smile, that of a truly happy, and healthy baby. Her child grew, and she could not see the sideways stares, soft whispers, wandering eyes trying not to stare. She only saw the sun, the birds, her happy baby’s laugh sprinkling the air with glittering diamonds, or maybe that was the rain showering the duo on walks. Her daughter grew healthy and strong, and so talented. Elise had an affinity for mixing color on canvas. Their home was filled with paper and paint from age 2, completed before a nice long walk to allow the paint to dry.
By Sara Smith5 years ago in Fiction
A Little Slice of Heaven
Darren usually didn’t struggle with traveling for work but this particular trip had been draining. The clients had seemed perfectly satisfied with everything during the development phase but once he presented the proposal in person they found nothing but flaws. He had worked on the project for three months and now he was going to have to start all over again. It was nothing less than infuriating.
By Christine Nelson5 years ago in Fiction
A Fairy Good Birthday
Nearly a month had passed with no opportunity to go to the barn, and Teri was desperate to visit the magical worlds found inside. For years she had avoided that old place; the stories of it being haunted kept everyone away. That all changed when Rodrigo moved into the house by the barn. He had explored the wonders inside many times, having never been tainted by the fears associated with it. He and Teri became great friends from their first meeting. He had invited her to the barn a couple of times before he was finally able to convince her it really was safe. He had tried to tell her how magnificent it was, but she didn’t understand until she went inside and saw the wonders herself.
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Fiction
The Witch's Castle
I recently learned that if you wish to have something done, you have to do it yourself. Elizabeth Lockheart is my name. I live in the magical kingdom of Winsbore, ruled by King Fredrick, and Queen Sebrina. Now there’s a funny story about the queen, however. Queen Sabrina was the master of all things magic. No one dared to piss off the witch, for if we did we would soon be turned into toads. Or worse.
By Craiyelle Divine5 years ago in Fiction
Easy Answer
The proceedings were tense, fraught with danger, uncertainty, and the kind of fear that can be tasted. "How do they expect us to eat when no decision has been reached? We are still in danger of annihilation." Tarina hissed to her fellow delegate and brother, Mauritius.
By S.A. Paris 5 years ago in Fiction
I AM EPHEMERAL not TRANSIENT
The moon was RED?. Not blood red, but an eerie spectral magenta red, the type of hue not associated with monochromatic light. There was this calming perception of interchanging green and blue lights.
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Fiction
The Gift
The Gift By Temeriel Smith “One, two, three, four,” I count slowly out loud trying to drift off into a restful sleep. “Why can’t I just fall asleep for once?” Slowly I rise out of bed accepting another sleepless night. Things have been hard since the uprising happened. No one knows who threw the first punch between us humans and the Masses. But it has been none ending explosions and war here on earth. Everywhere you look there is destruction and women being snatched. I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I grab a glass and pour myself some water. Leaning back against the counter I sip and look out into the forest. I had to escape Texas three months ago. I was almost captured by the masses and taken to I don’t know where. All I know is that a brown wrapped box shows up outside your house and then you are gone. I had one outside my door and I ran. They took my neighbor and her daughters just moments before I got my box.
By Temeriel Smith5 years ago in Fiction
The Overdose
There I was standing, with my eyes shut. Kissing the man of my dreams. I just heard the words “ You may kiss the bride. “ And I was so ready to be his woman for the rest of my life. The life I had left behind was painful and I did a lot of things to climb out of that rabbit hole. But here I was, finally. With Mr. Dreamy . I could feel his soft , warm lips on mine. But then, I felt a very cold wind. I opened my eyes and tried to comprehend what I was seeing. No ! I looked around and seen everyone at my outdoor wedding, on the ground. In snow! Most were face down. The pastor was slumped over. And my groom. My beautiful love was on the floor of the gazebo. Also face down. There was snow in blankets, matching my wedding dress. Snow in my hair. My lips were cold. How long had I been here? What happened? Is this a dream? Yes it must be. Or rather a nightmare. The wind howled around the gazebo and I looked at my frozen bouquet. I kneeled down to touch my husband. So cold. I turned him over , and it was scary. His eyes. They were like two frozen butterflies. I screamed and rose up. I turned to the pastor and his eyes were the same. Frozen butterflies .
By Layla Nelson5 years ago in Fiction
Buy Any Other Name
Olivia tried to think of a title for herself with her annual summer job. “I will call myself a Peacekeeper." she reasoned. Mom and dad are always arguing and I keep the peace”, she thought. "Everyone always likes peacekeepers. If you’re a peacekeeper you are free to travel around the world.” Ultimately, she wanted to be a veterinarian so she could exotic animals.
By John Ceperich5 years ago in Fiction
Frederick the Fridge Elf
Down Wattle Lane in a cream brick house lived the Alder family, Mum, Heather, Dad, Mark, and two teenage children, Juliet and Ross. As you walk in the red front door and past the formal lounge and dining, past the staircase that led to the bedrooms and through the living area, you reach the kitchen. In the spacious kitchen was a sprawling island bench, a row of cupboards and a picturesque view out the bay window to the back yard and tree-filled reserve beyond. Also in the kitchen was an enormous refrigerator with two doors above and a freezer drawer below.
By Conny van Balen5 years ago in Fiction