Mystery
Ouroboros. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
1. The last thing Leander could have possibly anticipated was the burden of a human — and a human child, no less. When he left the Old Gates in search of the priestess in the valley, he only meant to bring her magic back into the Otherworld, not find a child at his feet. The deities were becoming restless and hungry, and if magic wasn’t readily available the only option would be to harvest souls. For centuries, Leander was successful in maintaining peace at the Old Gates, and he had no interest in a child imprinting on him. Especially during such a turbulent time.
By Kaitlin Oster3 years ago in Fiction
In the Eyes of the Dragon
The storm clouded the dragon’s eyes. His wings were beginning to suffer the effects of the sustained flight in those conditions, but he felt oddly at peace, as if the storm and himself were one, such was his troubled state. Still, Fethgar could not help but feel exhausted. He could barely concentrate on where he was going, thinking instead on the look his father had given him. He would not dare think of what he had seen in his father’s eyes during their last argument, or rather, what he had not seen, but that silent stare the two of them had exchanged right before he left sounded deafening in his mind, even with the chaos that surrounded him.
By Daniel García Rabell3 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Poinsettia
From the kitchen Irene spoke in a lovingly raised voice. “Lucy, why are you barking?” she asked as her red-haired Pomeranian-Chihuahua continued to bark near the front door. The aroma of Christmas filled the house as Irene baked treats for her friends and family. This was a lifelong tradition for her. She had oatmeal raisin cookies in the oven as she was preparing the baklava and stirring in the rich, dark honey. Baking was one of Irene’s most cherished activities. It reminded her of her mom. She used many of the recipes that were passed down to her and have been in the family for generations.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Fiction
Circus: Hells Kitchen Chapter 4
The Sun and The Son A man woke up chained to a metal chair beaten and bloody. He groaned in pain as he looked around. He was under a beam of sunlight in a very spacious concrete room. He could vaguely make out a metal table that appeared to have something laying on it. He squinted to see that there was a much farther metal door with an antique vinyl player by it.
By Christopher Shavers3 years ago in Fiction
A Curse to Break; Chapter 4
I take one last look at my reflection in the mirror, slowly turning my head to each side. I don't think I did too bad of a job. Hopefully, Mother would agree. She was likely still mad at me, and I didn't want to give her any more reason to be mad. She would likely think any slip-up was another attempt to get out of going to the ball. I knew better than to push my luck like that, but Mother wouldn't care.
By Katarzyna Crevan3 years ago in Fiction
