Fantasy
Slor and Jarine
The day started like many others, a bright, clear blue sky, a few white puffy clouds lazily floating across the sky, with Slor sitting on the porch in his old rocking chair enjoying his morning coffee. It was about 7 am and Slor was thinking about what he had to do next around his farm. He had been up and working since before the sun came up, he had already put some hay in each of the horse’s stalls, gathered the eggs from the chickens so his wife, Jarine, could make breakfast, and milked the cows. He was now relaxing, staying out of Jarine’s way in the kitchen, she always just yells at him to get out of “her kitchen” anyways, so he normally tries to stay out of the way but always tries to steal a piece of bacon on his way out of the kitchen as Jarine smacks his hand with a spatula. Life was good for Slor as he smiled and rocked slowly awaiting Jarine’s call for breakfast.
By Clay Wilkinson5 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
OLENOR, AHGLOR Autumn, 1E78 Niko planted seeds in a series of clumps after the first frost of Winter in early Spring with the help of his father, Robin. Each of the fifteen cannabis patches they planted consisted of between five to ten clumps of anywhere from twenty to fifty sprouting plants. They would check their crop later in the Summer for males, uprooting them where they would pollinate the crop if left unchecked. Once the males were all removed from the ground and disposed of, there were fifteen patches and a good number of clumps with anywhere from seven to forty plants, though the reduction of males had significantly lowered the amount of crops in some clumps more than others. Of all the weed that they had in the hilly woodlands of their home, it was all doing exceptionally well and the stalks were all thick with bud. They would harvest several kilograms from their plants, Robin told his maturing son- the excess of which they would take to the elves in Autumn. Once again Niko excitedly pleaded with his father to let him make the trip to Aenor that year, and Robin told him that they would see.
By Kelson Hayes5 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
“Move it along peasants.” one of the soldiers shouted as he pushed another tribal down the line. The morning had been rather hectic at the border checkpoint as it always was on the days they shipped their prisoners to the capitol. The loading of the prisoners had gone off without a hitch and the soldiers opened up the borders the following day- everything continued on as per the new norm in the imperial-occupied town. Ahglorian fur traders were lined up on both sides of the border, either to travel into Legion to sell their fur or to return home with their pockets full of fully-taxable gold, waiting to declare themselves at the checkpoint. Occasionally smugglers were found and their illegal contents were confiscated to be sent to the capitol as evidence against them on trial before the King, and sometimes a ruffian would be apprehended, usually some young thief or tribal who got too cocky before the Imperial Legionaries.
By Kelson Hayes5 years ago in Fiction
My New Job
On our anniversary, my husband and I went to London on a ‘date.’ We had lunch in a restaurant overlooking the River Thames and then went on to the London Aquarium. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and there was just a slight breeze. Too nice to be inside but I love the Ocean so we stuck to our original plan and went in. Luckily, the kids were at school so we could leisurely walk around an almost empty Aquarium. It had changed since our last visit and there were three new attractions --- the Seahorses, the Rays and the Shark walkthrough. We followed the one way system and walked into the Seahorse section. It was beautiful! Different colours, sizes and species of Seahorses and the research was so interesting to read. Next was the Rays section, their beautiful faces shining through the clean glass. Then we moved onto the Shark walkthrough, which was pretty amazing! Hammerhead sharks and White-tip sharks swam all around us as we just stood and watched. I hadn’t realized just how much I love the Ocean with its endless variety of sea-creatures. Looking around, I noticed this one shark (was it a White-tip shark?) who was just there, looking at me. We looked into each other's eyes and I heard the shark say: “Enjoy your dream tonight.” At first I thought my husband had spoken to me but then I heard the same thing from two other different sharks. Now we had drunk some wine with lunch so I thought that I must have had three glasses instead of the usual two. Sharks don’t talk or so I thought.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff5 years ago in Fiction
In Ash and Dust
She didn’t have a name, a secret to society. Her parents had given birth to her at home, then were discovered and killed when they had her brother. She was lying in a hidden room in their basement, where she had been for 5 years when it happened. No one was allowed to have children anymore; embryos were fertilized in clinics when the need arose. Overpopulation had been far too big a problem for far too long a time. Exterminations were common to anyone breaking a law-jail no longer existed.
By Kaeli Townes5 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Dreams
I was a marine with a truck company in Afghanistan. We were attatched to a recon unit providing transportation for night ops. I have seen some crazy stuff. We even had a run in with the kandahar giant. It appear human but far from it. That was at that point the craziest, supernatural thing I had ever witnessed until I got out.
By Levi dotson5 years ago in Fiction
How a Clam Saved Elvis
Elvis Presley is here, and I will make him mine. Hot white sand grips the soles of my bare feet. I walk down the beach, searching the plants at the edge. Is this where the orchids grow? Maybe I should have asked one of the locals, but they don't like it when white people wander away from tourist centers.
By Deanna Cassidy5 years ago in Fiction
Abyss...
“This is crazy.” I thought to myself as I watched the world I once knew disappear right in front of me. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Hayley. I am 21 years old and up until 2 days ago, I was a 4th year college student studying Media. This was NOT how I pictured life to be. In my head I was supposed to be working closely with the CEO of Google by the age of 25 and now I'm not even sure I'll make it to see that age. I used to have friends, family, a boyfriend but now I guess that doesn’t matter because I can’t find anyone, it's just me here… “This must be a sick joke, I thought that pranking show.. What is it called again? Right! Punk’D was cancelled decades ago.” I say to myself again. I have to find signs of life. Not only a sign of life but my family, friends and my boyfriend. My boyfriend... I sigh heavily thinking about Alex. I’ve known Alex since I was 6 and practically grew up together and didn’t realize how opposite we are. He challenges me to be better, do better and continue to keep my head up. I’m not afraid to speak my mind because of all the debates I've had with him. Just as much as we are opposite we are also the same and I just thank God for him. I have tears in my eyes as I look down at the heart shaped locket he gave me when we first started dating; we were 19. Inside is a picture of us making silly faces. The point of that was if we were ever to get angry at each other I would look inside the locket and laugh at the faces we made. But now all it does is make me want to cry.
By Fiyinfoluwa Pius5 years ago in Fiction
A Metal Spring
In turned out to be rather fortunate, in the end, that the King was not only very vain, but rather stupid too. When the necklace arrived with the morning's parcels, his staff (not so bright either) opened it with the routine of those used to receiving such gifts. Offerings, bribes and bestoyings are the daily bread of the King. This necklace appeared at first to be just another such present, though it did cause the slightest of pause amongst the King’s court for its unusual craftsmanship. It came inside a wooden box, with no note accompanying it. This too was a little odd. But the necklace was unmistakably beautiful, and there was the general consensus that such an object would befit their King well.
By elena nees5 years ago in Fiction
