Fantasy
Jesus VR
Dennis Longhorn lay motionless in the leather recliner with his head inside of a black cube. Sometimes, as if dreaming, he would smile. Outside, rain rolled down the window and smeared the lights of the city. A man stood at the window and regarded the super-city while he waited for his partner to wake up. Ken Brown flicked his cigarette into an ashtray that sat on a desk by the window. The lights out there appeared to reach eternity. This was what used to be known as Phoenix. Las Vegas was now a suburb of Los Angeles.
By Tony Marsh5 years ago in Fiction
The Midnight Witches
Death was in the air tonight. It weaved its body within the branches and danced along with the leaves, haunting those not ready for its return. I longed for it to come because tonight was a special occasion for my brother and my best friend Miranda. They would become one for eternity within the underworld.
By MK Colbert5 years ago in Fiction
Aislinn and Iovita
Chapter 1: Loggers of Silverfoot As Iovita rounded the base of the large tree the axe that the logger had thrown at the agile elf, struck the tree with a thump. Iovita had no intention of killing the loggers that were unnecessarily cutting down the trees, but she wanted to make it to unprofitable for them to continue. The loggers on the other had were afraid for their lives, they were not fighters, they are just simple folk, they are just out trying to survive. Little did Iovita know that these men were not out here of their own volition. They are forced laborers. The Champoke organization has been strip logging the southern end of Silvanian Forest for over a decade now. The Dryads of the Silvanian have been doing their best to try and keep up with the devastation, but trees do not grow back overnight. The logging was now getting too close to the place that Iovita has been staying, this is something that she can not allow, she has sat around long enough now.
By Clay Wilkinson5 years ago in Fiction
THE GIANT
THE GIANT By Halima Abdullahi Am I dead? What happened to me? Somehow, the dreams I have been having constantly have become a reality. Nightmares that appear whenever my eyes close. But, from all the nightmares there was also a sweet part of the dream. However, let me start from the beginning. The beginning of how everything started.
By halima abdullahi5 years ago in Fiction
The Willow
In the still of the night, the crickets' and frogs' sing their songs'. I found my favorite spot, by the big weeping willow tree. As I leaned against it, a branch tickled my face. This tree, the crickets' and frogs' had become the only true joy I'd felt for a long time. It's so peaceful and inviting here. Night had became my favorite time. day seemed to almost drive me crazy with all the speeding cars and lawnmowers running constantly.
By Varina Yazell5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Unknown
The world is gone, all of it. No traces of harmony left, if it had harmony. I never knew of the world much, I spent a majority of my life couped up in an orphanage. I could only see a small view of what the world was like through my tinted window. The place was a bit run down, but still filled to the brim with many other kids who are like me- no family to go to. I never knew my family, or where I came from; how far I was from this place.
By Evan Ballinger5 years ago in Fiction
The Edge of the World
“The final turn is always the tricky one,” Hennessy remembered. “Most ships don’t make it that far.” She adjusted the metal-framed spectacles that adorned her top hat and looked out toward the horizon. “I’ve known many a dear captain that never returned.” She handed Jameson her watch that once belonged to her father and murmured, “Would you be so kind as to drop this off at the watchmakers’ shop when you’re in town? I believe it’s a bit off.”
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Fiction
The Path of the Hunter Part 2
The Mangled remnants of a decayed corpse eagerly rushed towards the scent of food. The sound of warm blood flowing inside the two bodies just feet away enraged the monster’s thirst. With every beat of their hearts the beast felt a warmth rush through its body, as if this hunger reminded the flesh of what it felt like to be alive.
By wesley myers5 years ago in Fiction
