Fantasy
The Late Jade Wildheart
Shrouded in darkness they sat, contemplating their peculiar circumstances. A short, nearly bald man in a bulging, three-piece denim leisure suit sat rigidly in a loudly patterned accent chair. Fifteen floors up in a moderately expensive hotel chain, deep in downtown Los Angeles, the night sky was starless from the artificial glow of streetlights and signs.
By Jasper A. Flintsmith5 years ago in Fiction
Sliver of Divinity
Part One Two
By Steven Bassile5 years ago in Fiction
A Sprinkle of Mystery
Part 2 of "The Scarecrow" Even though this little town has seen magic of varying kinds before, it didn’t stop the incident with my uncle’s scarecrow from being a mystery—to me, at least. It was very cut-and-dry to an outsider, and what goes on in my family is none of their business.
By Catherine Kruger5 years ago in Fiction
The Dancers Chocolate
It's lonely being a striptease dancer. Now she's gone. A ghostly dancer rolling inside a Maida Vale House. The rich geezer. The owner of the joint from the nightclub she seductively ripped her knickers off in. He dragged her to a Maida Vale house to murder her inside his aphrodisiac sins. He grinned a big chocolate grin. He never forgot his chocolates. Used them as tools for seduction of his dancers. Each one who towed the line ended up inside his chocolate tent. The house in Maida Vale that sits on a hill with evil intent.
By Black Dog Productions5 years ago in Fiction
So Moves The Blossoming Mountain
Extract from ‘The Mani Wars of Antiquity’, Chapter 7: Undertows The great thread of slums that fester beneath almost all of the floating cities are formed when the Upperworlds are wrenched up and out of the ground. Often flanked by sunken cliffs that rise up to meet the underside of the hovering domes above them, these unfortunate Undertows see little natural sunlight and are sunken, vice-riddled places. Where fizzing coal plant quarters belch pollution across some of these opaque favelas, others are illuminated almost entirely by torchlight. But what sticks with you, above all, is the sharp and fetid stench of their filthy, rancid streets and the cut-purse mentality of its many thousand whore-born children.
By Boyd Isitt5 years ago in Fiction
Eyes Like Mornings. Top Story - July 2021.
There was a rumor among the servants that there was no room in the palace that didn’t have eyes and ears peering in at all times. The spy network of the King was vast, enough so that just about anyone could secretly be apart of it. The servants couldn’t trust each other, the guards never knew if something they said was truly safe between them, and any visitors were careful of everything they did for fear of it being used against them. Lucas was one of the few who knew that it more rumor than truth. A useful rumor though, one that made it easier for him and the few real spies to do their job. They didn’t have to focus as much attention on the inner workings of the palace when everyone was scared stiff of trying anything.
By Ace_Strider5 years ago in Fiction
4M Deep Cake
The things she did were worth it. She had to deal with being in this hellhole, then she’d find a way to take advantage of those that were put in charge of the prisoners. No matter the cost or what they asked. She had a one-track mind, and she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted. That was something that her father had always teased her about. That she was stubborn and spoiled. She didn’t see herself as spoiled though; she saw herself as someone who knew what she wanted.
By Rabideaux Kat5 years ago in Fiction
Blaze of Glory
Imagine it, if you will. The end of the world has come. It was left hung in ambiguity as good and bad decided to duke it out differently than what’s been foretold. God, in their royal glory and Lucifer in their dark glory appears on a neutral zone.
By Rabideaux Kat5 years ago in Fiction
Birthday confession
I am so excited for this to be happening; we are going away to the lake house this weekend. This is something that we do not do very often, and my mom says that she has something important to tell me. I am not exactly sure what it is going to be maybe it is a surprise it is my 12th birthday. My grandmother always would say that your 12th birthday is important for our family, but I never understood why. So, it is going to be a small party this weekend. Unfortunately I have had a toothache for the past couple of days, so I hope it goes away. My mom, my dad, my sister, and my grandparents are all headed to our Lakehouse to celebrate my birthday. I love coming here I think about in the winter when we go down to the pond where we like to fish and it’s frozen and glistening. How we ice skate and then my mom makes homemade hot chocolate.
By Marissa DeShields5 years ago in Fiction
