Fantasy
Goldy
Prologue Hurrying up the street, she squinted against the glare from the bright sun overhead. Shading her eyes with one hand did little to combat the rays beating down on her and the small bundle she clutched in her arms. The sun seemed especially bright today. The day should be dark with ominous clouds closing in to drench her in rain or sleet making her shiver with dread at the task she was about to perform. Instead the sun was shining, birds were chirping. She had passed numerous houses with happy families out in their yards enjoying the nice weather; children shrieking in delight as they played catch or frolicked in the water spewing from garden hoses. Some people were even out washing their cars in the driveway, laughing or singing along to loud music blaring from their radios.
By Joanne Moore5 years ago in Fiction
Counting Sundays
The last Sunday of October was always the final day of the annual fall harvest festival that took place in Huntsville, Indiana. The festival was well-known in the tri-county area, with folks coming from all over to eat pie and taffy, play games and go apple picking.
By Lottie Lightfoot5 years ago in Fiction
The Banshee's Choice
Dingle, a lovely village in County Kerry, Ireland, was a serene place to live in olden days. From the soft sandy beaches to the cliffs overlooking the sea, the village folk claimed to live in the most beautiful spot on God's earth. There were colorfully painted shops and cottages, ancient wharves haunted by riotous seagulls and and the greenest meadows that ever nourished a flock of sheep.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters5 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
CALAIS, LEGION Winter, 1E77 The bell jingled as Robin opened the door to the butcher's shop- after a moment the butcher appeared at the counter from where he had been preoccupied the back room. Robin tossed his sack on top of the counter and poured the meats out onto the tabletop surface. They greeted one another and made some small talk; the butcher had a child on the way and Robin told the butcher news from the North. The butcher offered five gold coins for the lot upon taking a moment to weigh and examine the goods, but Robin was gob-smacked.
By Kelson Hayes5 years ago in Fiction
Nuclear Heartlands
Maya silently waded through the murky water that was now at her hips, the raft she had assembled using an array of decaying objects found on the drylands was now tied to her waist with a thin length of worn rope. It felt heavier as the time wore on, as if she were dragging it through a thick and reeking soup. Bits of plastic and floating rubbish brushed passed her bare legs as she arduously moved through the depths. Maya’s search for food was getting critical, she was hungry. Famished. It had been around three days since Maya last ate, at least it felt like three – the sky never brightened, nor did it darken. She was starting to believe that the whole earth was now shrouded in this murky twilight, covered by clouds that rained ash but never water. She looked up. The black clouds rolled eerily overhead like catastrophic waves. Maya tried to take a deep breath of the muggy air but instead spluttered and coughed as the pollution irritated her air passage. How much more could the toxicity build up before we can no longer breathe? The despairing thought ran across her mind. Maya had traded her gas mask in for food many weeks prior, the remorse gripped her.
By Mariam Manzoor5 years ago in Fiction
Brown's Heart
BROWN’S HEART BY LAQUITTA BROWN 06-29-2021 As the lashes from my eyes struggle to open and I inhale a deep breath accompanied by a deeper sigh, I realize that the sleep I arose from was a privilege and I must get up. This world has been a place of despair for some time now and my best friend Enaid Brown and I have a great routine of dealing with it. We do not understand why humans are evolving into Pallinds which are plant-like creatures but after the bio-chemical war B.A.B.Y. (Bio-chemically Advanced Battle for Youths) that was supposed to control the earth’s population but instead destroyed most of humanity and re-created humans into that species. Enaid and I live with our younger siblings. I am Shatrice Brooks, and my sisters and brother are Tanesha 10, Shana, 8 and Michael 6. Enaid and I are the same age, 18. Enaid has a young sister and brother Reeta 8 and Kermine 7.
By LaQuitta I Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
DUNKIRK, LEGION Summer, 1E78 Entering the Imperial Arms, Jean and Pierre took a moment to look around the pub from where they stood upon its threshold. Three imperial knights of the King's Legion sat around a squat round table, designed to seat four. Each man sipped at their pint, engaged in what seemed like a casual conversation between friends. Nearby a mercenary sat at the tavern's bar beside a travelling merchant where they spoke together amongst themselves of the troubles in Aenor. The mercenary was preparing to depart from Dunkirk to accept an expedition contract in Aenor to scout out the Eastern Shore from what they could overhear as they approached the bar. The pay was decent- just the typical exploration voyage, the mercenary explained.
By Kelson Hayes5 years ago in Fiction
