Love

A Heavy Heart
At a constant dissonance with what the mind says, the heart carries the weight of the world, unsure of how to let go of this burden. It tears out its veins in anguish, wondering if in fact, it has committed a crime, a crime so futile that the victims forget about it within seconds.
By Manisha Dhalani3 years ago in Fiction
Lizbeth and Miles
Miles had just achieved a perfect three-point landing, tail first then a hover planting both feet flat on the ground. “Perfect,” he pronounced, bragging to himself.
By Pam Saraga3 years ago in Fiction
Foraging for Blackberry
The sun is shy today, peeking slowly over the tips of the trees, and the grass ever so slowly unbends from the weight of the dew and reaches up to the clear sky. Rosie is certain that if grass could think, it wouldn’t be very happy about the weight of an old and delightfully fat dragon stepping down from the doorstep and sliding slowly over it. The blackberry bushes, on the other hand, might be happy to see her – they’re bursting with fruits, branches bent low enough to graze the ground, begging to be picked.
By ChickenFarmer3 years ago in Fiction
Zoonotic Love
Out of the lagoon came a fire-breathing dragon with a dumbfounded look. It appeared more surprised than belligerent as it emerged from the water. There was little doubt it possessed enormous strength.
By Anthony Chan3 years ago in Fiction
The Talk of the Town
There are presents at the door, Mom, tell me! From the bottom of the steps, Geneva called out to her mom. "Go there right now!" Holly yelled back as she secured her pearl earrings and double-checked the color of her lipstick in crimson. She slipped into a floor-length satin gown and crammed her feet into painful patent leather shoes. Even though she wasn't Audrey Hepburn, she felt that she looked well enough for the yearly black-tie charity event that Colin's employer-sponsored. A night of small talk, phony smiles, champagne, and canapes in bite-sized portions.
By David The Secret Teller3 years ago in Fiction
Wrecked
I was lying in bed, listening to the rain drumming against the metal roof of the old barn. It was not the sustained kind from clouds; this downpour was created by an overhanging oak branch and lingering wind from an earlier storm.
By Joe Nester3 years ago in Fiction
The Wyrmling
"Saphira!" Farrian scream whispered. "Saphira, wake up!" Saphira stirred, disorientated for a moment. She'd been sleeping for 160-odd years so it took her a couple of beats before her dry, tired eyes settled on Farrian hovering over her looking terrified. She stretched from the scaley crane of her neck all the way down to the whip of her tail and gave a rapid shake of her head.
By Penny3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 59
We both stared into the sky looking at the stars without talking for awhile . Kissing and cuddling under the half moonshine . I told her to look north . Our brightest and most popular star Fosavian was dominating the sky at this time . With the other stars looking like decorations in comparison . I started to talk to her . “ Legend has it that if you follow that star while on the sea . It will lead you to amazing treasure . The legend also goes that if you follow the star in space , that you’ll receive powers of unimaginable proportions .”
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Riptide; Chapter 1
The wind whips by, tossing the strands of hair it catches into my face. If the storm hadn't broken our already weakened mast, we'd be making excellent time. I sigh, tapping my finger on the railing of the bow. The storm had proved to be our saving grace, even if it had nearly dragged us under in the process. Our main mast was gone, having taken out the foremast as it fell, and our sails were in tatters, but at least we had made it out, most likely unlike our pursuant.
By Katarzyna Crevan3 years ago in Fiction
A Drag Queen Country Christmas
When you're a drag queen who hasn't competed on a nationally televised reality show, a booking is a booking. Even if that gig is in some rinky-dink cow town in Iowa. Merry Christmas to me.
By KW7113 years ago in Fiction
The King is Dead
His light body is being carried through the Duat, paddled by Thoth only because Anubis was on vacation from his duties as the god of the dead. And yet, the Kings gaze of life still hung here in the aether. He watched as we grieved in disbelief.
By Susan Downs3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Prince
Prologue Soft coos echo through the trees. A giggle draws the attention of massive wings, flapping against the crisp autumn sky. Blazing green eyes scan the enchanted forest, listening to the breath of every animal- or creature.
By Celestia Morelle3 years ago in Fiction