Fantasy
Apocalypse
The inspiration of this story came from this song. Listen to it while you read. :) March 24th, 2022 A lone crescent moon filled the nighttime sky. The chilling sound of Growlers seemed to fill the air surrounding us as we camped out inside a shuttered, abandoned two-story house.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹5 years ago in Fiction
Temptest
Clouds darkened in the sky, to any appearances constructing themselves for a storm. Particularly cruel: the sort of storm Mother Nature would brew when ire. A heavy rain cried from the ruinous clouds, crashing to the ground not undifferentiated from hot tears. These were Mother Nature's tears for the slaughter of innocent souls by ghastly creatures corrupted by sin. This type of storm sent stagnation to the region; incense whose smell you could not escape, even if the soil were to fully engorge and dissolve it. It flowed and corrupted the citizen's slants, infecting the area like an unavoidable illness. The heat of the rain was the water's disguise, the kind of rain little children did not wish to dance and splash in. The kind of rain that makes people stay indoors. The kind of rain that makes everything in the world somber.
By Luna Phillips5 years ago in Fiction
The Arrival of the Red-Haired Girl
The Arrival of the Red-Haired Girl Seth swung his axe downward with a mighty thrust, cleaving the log in two. It was early morning. A fresh snowfall laid silent on the forest floor and in the frosted pines around him. He stopped to catch his visible breath and take in the view of the great valley below. All the world seemed still. Peaceful.
By Joseph Knob5 years ago in Fiction
Marla Medizza and the Miopsa mirror. Chapters twenty-three, twenty-four, and twenty-five.
Chapter twenty-three Fraught futures The lady turns around to face her. She is old, her face lined. But her eyes are the ones Marla knows. They are the eyes of her younger sister.
By Peter Culbert5 years ago in Fiction
Marla Medizza and the Miopsa mirror. Chapters twenty, twenty-one, and twenty-two.
Chapter twenty A time to be Lucky. They sail the sable sky. Night welcomes dawn. Dawn opens the door to the warm afternoon air. The heat of sunlight radiating against Marla’s skin. Babulous holds on tight, snuggling his furry head into her shoulder. His whiskers brush against her cheek, the touch comforting. She reaches around, placing her palm on his cheek, caressing him. Whatever Fuckus mountain has in store, she feels secure with Babulous by her side. To her, he is a protector, like her parents.
By Peter Culbert5 years ago in Fiction
Marla Medizza and the Miopsa mirror. The final chapter.
The final chapter Cornelius Darkus. An intense blaze of sunlight fills the bedroom as Marla wakes. Her thoughts draped in darkness, her fear paramount. She pushes her mule onto her foot and paces downstairs toward the kitchen.
By Peter Culbert5 years ago in Fiction
