Fantasy
Terrible As An Army With Banners
What is the story here? The sky is burning, and lightning splits the blackness of the night sky. There is a terrible army flying red banners, the colour of the blood they intend to spill, and they swarm into the city that they intend to lay waste to.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 4 months ago in Fiction
Who's that knocking on my door-Should I let em in?
Don't go knocking on my door It began on Halloween night 1966 when I was eight years old. We lived in what we later would call the Old House. I had just come in from Trick or Treating and had sat down on the livingroom couch to watch an encore of It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown which had debuted on October 27.
By Cheryl E Preston4 months ago in Fiction
Rulership of the Eidru Empire
The Series Emerald Dreams in an Azure-Stained Reality begins in The Eidru Empire, or "The Profane Empire," as its neighbors often refer to it. The Eidru Empire was born of a loose confederation of disparate city-states. The venerable Megantani house, with a dynasty spanning over 800 years (1600 Earth years), transformed it from a league of states with mutual interests and short-lived kingdoms, passed from family to family, into a true empire.
By K.B. Silver 4 months ago in Fiction
A Guardian Angel and the Dog
Description This is a guardian angel short story about a clumsy protector and the dog that will not leave him alone. It is an angel and dog story of loyalty, comedy, and the strange bond that builds between the two while the human remains unaware.
By Joey Raines4 months ago in Fiction
A Guardian Angel’s Fight
Description This is a guardian angel short story about an unseen fight with a low-level demon. It is an angel versus demon story where a clumsy guardian struggles to hold on to the fob that links him to his charge, stumbling through battle but refusing to give up.
By Joey Raines4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Amnity was elbow-deep in organizing her festival booth when she heard footsteps on the path to her cottage. She looked up from the wooden crates she'd been arranging, her heart doing a small skip when she saw Ellie approaching through the dappled afternoon light.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
Martian Chronicle: First Contact
The Martian dust, a fine, ochre powder, coated everything. It clung to Dr. Aris Thorne’s suit, caked the treads of the rover, and even seemed to permeate the sterile air inside Habitation Module Alpha. For 200 sols, it had been their constant, gritty companion. Aris, lead xenogeologist of the Ares I mission, had long since stopped noticing it, just as he’d stopped noticing the relentless red horizon or the muted, canned air of their artificial home. His focus, always, was on the rocks, the soil, the faint seismic tremors that spoke of Mars’s deep, hidden secrets.
By Alpha Cortex4 months ago in Fiction
Dragon Corps. Content Warning.
Chapter Five It felt like falling without fear. Unfortunately, the peace didn’t last long before he woke back up, but when his eyes opened, he wasn’t in his room. His eyes fought to adjust to the dim lighting. The air felt thick and dry, the heat burning his throat, making it hard to breathe. Even the ground, though soft, felt warm against his bare feet. By what little he could see, he figured he was in some sort of cave by the stone walls surrounding him. Judging by the vines on the walls and the floor, he had to be in either a swamp or jungle, but how did he get there?
By Christine St. Martin4 months ago in Fiction
Rebirth
The pounding on my door was rushed and desperate. I let out a deep sigh, finished off my wine glass and opened the door to my sisters. They were carrying a limp man, on holding his feet and one his arms. I stepped to the side and let them in. They shuffled in and dropped him on the living room floor. I flinched seeing his head bounce on the carpet. “There had to be a better way to do that,” I said.
By Imani Walton4 months ago in Fiction
Cry in the Water Part 7
The three stood there breathing hard, the only light in the hall coming down from slit windows, filtering thorough the dust they had kicked up in the rush of feet, looking like long gently draped curtains whispering against the floor. Looking beyond, they could vaguely see the long shape of a table, and benches on either side. Above, fragments of old tapestry that lined the walls wavered gently on softly moving air, their tattered remains hanging by threads through the long years.
By Jamye Sharp4 months ago in Fiction
