Fantasy

The Irregulars
One “I will finish this,” George snapped to his servant, who was busy pouring steaming water into his bathtub. The servant inclined his head and left, the door clicking behind him. George submerged himself, paying no mind to the scalding water.
By Devin McKinley 5 years ago in Fiction
The First God
If my thoughts ever manage to reach anyone, I will explain the circumstances that I’ve found myself in. I don’t know who I am, and I don’t know how I got here. I am currently enveloped in a dark void, unable to see anything. At least, not while my eyes are open. When I close them...
By Rietz Kanning5 years ago in Fiction
Breaks Loose
Before humans existed comets penetrated the earth's atmosphere. Over the past eons the comets became dormant and fossilized under several layers of earth. When humans started to exist, they were very naive about this world. As the world began to grow from all the era’s to the modern age. Scientists became more curious about earth in the 2000. Researchers became obsessed with why there are warm body temperatures under layers of the earth. The United Nations announced that there will no longer be doing research on this topic if it is brought up you will have all your things confiscated and be in bars till death. Some people just don’t listen until it's too late…
By Magdala7985 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Locket Hunt for Humanity
Foreword: I haven’t tried my hand at creative/fictional writing since high school 10 years ago. So here goes nothing. All I need are dramatic elements that everyone can relate to, right? I feel like the range of 600 - 2000 words doesn’t allow a ton of room for character development, but I’ll at least have a protagonist and antagonist as most good fiction stories have. I hope you, whoever happens to be reading this, enjoys what I’m about to conceive. Thank you for reading.
By Alex Wolstencroft5 years ago in Fiction
The Queen of Constellations
One of my favorite creative escapes from reality is playing Dungeons and Dragons with my friends. A commonplace necessity for building a character is to give them some interesting or tragic backstory that you can grow from and for the DM (Dungeon Master: individual who guides the game) to pull from and incorporate into their overarching storyline.
By Zoe Bullard5 years ago in Fiction
GEMS
Imagine living in a world, where the unexpected had become the norm. Not only had the world become corrupt, but it did something strange to my family. When my mom passed away, I had stored her gem in a heart locket that I wear around my neck every day. I also had a key in my locket to a closet in my home. My sister, aunt and I all have different colored gems embedded into our foreheads. These gems are all triggered by certain emotions and feelings, and they also have the power to do things. I have yet to find out what my gem is triggered by.
By Gina Bryant5 years ago in Fiction
Celia's Locket
Her body began to tremble. It was pouring outside, and the sound of distant gunshots and explosions echoed across the town. She took a few deep breaths, and with one last inhale, leaped out of her apartment window. She landed within the hedges, being cautious not to snap a single branch. Brushing her hair aside, she scanned her surroundings, making sure that nothing mischievous was lurking in the shadows. Glancing down at the heart-shaped locket around her neck, she took a moment to reflect on her mother's sacrifice. Celia knew what she had to do, even if no one else understood.
By Javier Romero5 years ago in Fiction
A Destiny Unmatched
The smell of fresh brewed coffee and smudged lipstick on the edge of a mug was a far distant memory withheld in my brain. I slowly seeped back into my chair to realize that this is the last time I will ever feel such ease. For the rest of what I will live out to be I will constantly look over my shoulder in desperation of the fact that I am not normal, or never was. Sheltering myself from insanity and the obstruct judgement of just about anyone was a common practice. Almost as common as brushing your teeth or sipping water. I was never great at hiding it, the indifferent portrayal I display. My mind ponders the seven seas and for a split second I grasp reality only to find that I did not even know what that was. Everything was a figment of imagination. I was never blending in only keeping myself an outcast. Striving for the day I can finally catch a breath I realize now this was a fate far stretched. Captivated by winged creatures fighting a destiny I could not allow; I had no choice but to break free. The room went dark, my mind traveled faster than my pacing heart. Reaching for the light within my wildest dreams I found the ticket to set me free. The keeper will know where I shall go, but how must I escape. Without being caught I moved my constrained hands from the back of me clinging to a blade. Releasing myself from the bounties of wicked fools I could then see far above from me a glimmer of hope, an open door. Scaling the walls within me I found the strength to do the impossible. Unlatching myself from a dungeon of emptiness I was then thrown into the white glare. Suddenly laying in a meadow of ‘lollygaggers’ and daisies it reoccurred in my mind I was still fighting freedom. Transported into a dimension of cold flesh with a welcoming face I knew I was still roaming in a destructive hibernation. Falling over every step I ran until I could take no more breaths; rolling downhill into a forbidden land I could not be touched. The sun hazed over me welcoming me with such grace. Although my journey has only begun; I fear this might be my last moment of forgiving warmth. Chills rushed down my body as the cracks of branches grew closer I instinctively knew I was not alone. My mind was unlocking new divine attention as every hour passed; I was gifted. A power I did not know I had, it all seemed a blur at first and quite mesmerizing. I don’t know where this started or how I even got to where I am. The last memory I carry was being pulled away from all I knew. It was all in flames, collapsed buildings, flipped cars, children yelling from the top of their lungs with no one to save them. Then it all went blank and suddenly I was chasing after life gripping on to all I had left, this golden locket of love. Feeling close to what I once knew showered my entire body in magic knowing I can one day find who placed it in my hands. Tired of sprinting and inhaling thin air I needed to rest away from it all. I found a tree where I climbed and laid for the night gazing at what I could soon be. Praying on a whim for salvation and a sign. The birds cross my eyes horizon with a sincerity that I would soon get my answer. The day stopped and I rose again at the crack of dawn with eagerness. Carefully descending from the roots that held me I met the floor once again. With a growling belly and quench for thirst I’ve mentally prepared for my next expedition, there was no time to rest. Smoke filled the air as a cult of ogres and vultures gathered nearby. An instant overwhelming gut feeling of destruction; I was being hunted. I must not stop for I must fulfill my mission that whoever so willingly gave me their beauty to hold I was required to return. With trouble dividing our souls collided into a forgotten promise. I told myself I would not give up. Crawling through tall grass I was able to pass the unmentionable doom I so closely encountered. To be greeted by a loving hand pulling me up, was my fight over?“It was you”, I said with shriveling lips. Tears rolled down my face as you wiped them away so effortlessly with your smile. I knew we would meet again, my twin flame. You saved me…I am home.
By Y.A.N.A. 5 years ago in Fiction
The Change in the World
The cities were abandoned. That first night when skyscrapers fell like dominos, the mad rush to get out was overwhelming. Thousands lost their lives that night. No one knew how or why, but something was coming and something didn't like us.
By Jess5 years ago in Fiction
Banishment
He cried. He cried and cried and cried until he woke up, not realizing he’d cried himself to sleep. He opened his eyes and was met with confusion followed by understanding and sorrow. She was gone. He didn’t know if he’d ever see her again, but he knew how slim the chances were. She’d been banished. Kicked out of the safety of the walls and thrown into the Forbidden Lands, where she wasn’t likely to last a day. At least it hadn’t rained last night. Eventually, he rose, rubbing crust from his eyes with his forearm, and dragging himself from his bed and out of his small house, which was being held together by scraps of metal, wood, plastic, and whatever else he could get his hands on. He didn’t care that he still wore his worn and torn nightgown or that his blonde hair lay matted wildly on his head. He went to use an outhouse near a huge wall reinforced by layers of wood, bricks, etc. Eventually, he returned home to lay back on his bed, facing the ceiling and staring. He thought about how what was happening was his fault, and how the love of his life and his unborn child were alone and in danger. He started contemplating ways to escape the walls surrounding him, starting to feel more and more trapped by the second, as though the walls were closing around him and he was growing at twice their speed. He sat up, realizing how heavy each breath came. He looked toward his door, longing for fresh air, but dreading moving. He lay on his side and stared into space, when he heard a voice from within his home.
By Da’mon-Ahsy Eugene Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
The Never Times
I tell stories of the Before Times to the young ones, even though my feelings can directly connect to their souls. There are few of us that kept earthly bodies and can weave stories in the Now Times. Now we all simply exist out of bodies connected within our higher selves, the atoms of all souls wound together. I am writing this on Earth and I’m the last. I cannot let go of a corporeal existence. When I slip back and feel my ego, I’m obligated to record the knowledge. This is how I told them the story of us.
By ELENA5 years ago in Fiction
Showgirls
"12:16. What a typical afternoon. Just waking up in -- oh god, is this my room? Yes, bed. My bed. Score one for the now sober beaver. Okay, girl so you made your way home, and with your old aunties heart shaped locket in tow right there on the dresser in front of the mirror left behind by mother and father - god rest their souls.
By Misty Moon5 years ago in Fiction