Love
I See You
I’m pretty sure I fell in love with Prince Malakai the night I almost killed him. It was an accident, one of enormous proportions, but mainly his fault. My first day as one of the guards on his detail had gone surprisingly well. We followed him around the palace as he went from room to room, flirting with everything and everyone, charming diplomats with a brilliant smile I wasn’t too sure I liked. He dressed impeccably, dark blue coat buttoned to his throat, black hair brushed back in a perfect mess that looked intentional in its unintentionalness. He walked as if he was in complete control of everything around him, in complete control of himself. Prince Malakai is the next heir of the Pyrondian kingdom, and he knew it. And I knew that the only reason I was watching him was because my entire job was to put my life on the line for him. Which was exactly what I planned on doing when I heard a window opening in his room that night during my shift.
By Dani Dreams4 years ago in Fiction
All of Joy is a Goblin's Laughter
To put a long story short the happening of Christ is not the only story told in these past two centuries, but one of mean monsters and greedy men. From the lighting, wrath, wraiths and wreathes to the agonizing fortitude in men there was a war among humans that is a story of new beginnings like that of Jesus of Nazareth dying for our sins, differences, this is about elves and goblins.
By Alex Stough4 years ago in Fiction
Dara (1)
I have a secret I am scum. I really am. You may wonder why that would be the first thing I say about myself, but in my rare moments of sincerity, I understand that I must not lie to myself irrespective of how good I want to feel. I am twenty-three, light-skinned, and beautiful. I refuse to comment on my height or cup size because those things don’t matter. What matters is what I am about to tell you.
By Comfort Eboigbe4 years ago in Fiction
The Owl
I could hear the voices down stairs of guests laughing and having a good time. I really love visiting my uncle and aunt during the new year when snow still lingered on the many acres near their log house. It was a mansion made of logs and every Jan 12th they had a party where everybody who live in their remote town would come.
By Sherry jackson4 years ago in Fiction
Just Another Life I
The lake glistens in the sun that is being pulled towards the mountain. Before too long the sun and the mountain will meet for that first kiss. The sun will then fall gently behind the mountain until it is completely gone, hidden away for the night. The tall, green trees growing densely all-around look on, as do the birds and the bees in those trees, as do I from my chair by the lake.
By Meliha Avdic4 years ago in Fiction
Small-Town Music Magic
What else can you do, when flying at top speed, but scream your mighty head off? Like as loud as viciously possible? The cool, evening breezes forced themselves into my eyes as tears fought their way out, which was exhilarating despite the discomfort. I could have shut my eyes, but I wanted to see the world spinning.
By Dani Banani4 years ago in Fiction
