Fantasy

Angel Food Cake
Dinner was spectacular. But unfortunately, it always was. One annoying quirk of living on Earth: hunger. While residing in the 9 or Silver cities hunger was an obsolete sentiment. Hunger and gluttony were an exclusivity to Earth. One reason why the majority of Angels feared humanity. The idea of uncontrollable and debilitating urges petrified her people. A terror she understood.
By Mallory Hudson5 years ago in Fiction
The Child of Harmony
The wetness of the mud I was sitting in had seeped into my worn shorts. I looked up at the wooden grate covering the hole I was trapped in, trying to grasp any warmth the shards of sunlight provided. They were going to kill me soon, I was sure. I had been trapped in this hole for three days. But why? Why were they so afraid of me? I looked down at my blue veins in the sunlight. My tainted blood, of course. That is why I had to die so I wouldn't taint anyone else.
By Dee Hardge5 years ago in Fiction
The Ashes of freedom
America had always been a land of contradictions. A place where freedom clashed with oppression, hope collided with despair, and unity often felt like a distant dream. The Black Lives Matter (BLM) movement was no exception to this paradox—a cry for justice that exposed the deep fractures in the nation’s soul. For years, the debates raged: Was it a righteous call for equality or a dangerous push for chaos? It depended on which side of the picket line you stood.
By K-jay5 years ago in Fiction
The City Orphan
The sun hung low in the sky, as it had for, I think, the last two days. It could have been more, or less, than that – it was hard to tell anymore. I restlessly snapped open the heart-shaped locket that I wore around my neck. The catch was worn from the constant opening and closing that had started as a nervous habit and was now an almost constant tic. I looked at the photograph of my parents, faded and dusty, like my memories of them. They looked happy. It must have been before the war, maybe even before I was born. Nobody was ever happy after the war. Those who were left, anyway. After the bombs fell, clouds of dust hung in the air for months. Most of the people who survived the initial blasts got sick. Crops failed, but there weren’t that many left to feed by then anyway, so it didn’t matter as much. I was younger when it happened and whatever adults I happened to find myself around would usually make sure I got something. Now, at nineteen, I mostly kept to myself. Only a few hundred people were left camping in the buildings surrounding the massive crater that used to be New York City. I knew a few that were ok to trade with and a few that had to be avoided at all costs. Most of the rest were practically zombies, as hollowed out as the crumbling brownstones they occupied. They just kept moving day after day as though they were already dead and hadn’t realized it yet. Click. I snapped the locket shut again. Click. Open. The photo of my parents was still there, as faded as before. I tried to remember what they were like. Click.
By Randi O'Malley Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Sirius-Rayett
Aeliana should be dead. She walked along the desolate streets. The sound of silence was painfully loud. Her body ached; her soul mourned. She did not know how much time had passed since the comet crashed and obliterated all life. She wondered how it is she survived. How she is still surviving.
By Jazmin Alvarado5 years ago in Fiction
God's Heart and the Light One
It had happened. Lucifer had won the war. He’d beaten God and defeated His supporting angels. The only hope for humanity now was the remnants of God’s heart scattered throughout the Earth and the Light One; the one being who could put them back together again to defeat Lucifer and save all of humanity.
By Alexis McNeel5 years ago in Fiction
Just Another Day
“Haah, Haah, haah, dang it where is that door,” the young woman stated, as she rushed through yet another dark hallway, the way forward only illuminated by a small flashlight, the sound of rattling and hurried footsteps also part of her frantic flight.
By Rafael M. Lench5 years ago in Fiction
The Last White Mage
Sharp rays of light scattered across the billowing white clouds in the afternoon sky. The stark contrast between the horizon and sky would almost suggest two different realities coexisting simultaneously. Whirls of sand skittered and danced across the barren red, rocky landscape only to be interrupted from their graceful flow by random shards of metal and debris piercing out of the ground as if angrily scratching at the heavens.
By Dwayne5 years ago in Fiction
Seeking Change
Once upon a time ago, Terre was covered in parasitic creatures, bent on destruction. They consumed and burned everything they touched, until the dirt itself had turned cold with death.
By Rosemarie5 years ago in Fiction
For Your Freedom
“Hey.” A soft, young female voice called out to me. The haze in my head slowly started to lift as I blinked aggressively against the dim light that flooded into the space I had been curled up in. The events leading up to this point began to fade back, blotchy and distorted as I tried to sit myself up, but found I couldn’t as my body didn’t respond as I tried to move.
By Logan Webster5 years ago in Fiction
Clover's Heart
Seattle has always been the home of 17 year old Clover Carter. Seattle used to be a large city filled with hopeful folks following their dreams. Now, after the war, the residents travel to work to do the jobs assigned to them by Supreme Leader Salem DeCarlo.
By Brooke Grabill5 years ago in Fiction
The old hunter
Boris sat by his smouldering campfire, watching the flames. Occasionally he’d throw a lump of wood on the embers that would catch and prolong his only source of warmth. Boris liked fire, it hurt of cause. If you were stupid with it. Then again if you were smart it could cook a meal or dive away wolves or light the way. Boris liked fire.
By Problematic Paragraph5 years ago in Fiction