Mystery
The Tale of the Missing Enchanter's Blade
In a distant realm, nestled amidst ancient forests and rolling hills, there lay a quaint village, its existence known only to a few wanderers who dared to venture into the depths of the wilderness. Life in this secluded haven flowed peacefully, undisturbed by the turmoil that often plagued the kingdoms beyond its borders.
By LASZLO SLEZAK2 years ago in Fiction
The Soul Tree
There is a tree. It's a big tree. It looks like any other tree. It's big, been around for centuries, probably. It's not in any special sanctuary or marked by any particular qualities that make it stand out. It's just a plain, old, everyday, normal-looking tree. I've been to that tree. That tree is not a normal tree.
By Xanthe Mattheys2 years ago in Fiction
The Man
Sicily | 1943 Struggling to get the eggs over easy, she found a spatula and began scrambling. Skillfully using one hand, she cracked two more eggs with just her fingers, and added them to the hot skillet. Once the eggs reached her desired fluffiness, she tossed in a few slices of Pecorino cheese she cut from a cheese wheel left out on the counter top. Watching it melt, she used her spatula to mix the gooey magic together until the blend met her standards.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Royal Chess
The wind outside the castle was cold and icy but I didn’t care ,my white coat kept most of the wind out , my grandma said I can go outside a little bit ,I am aloud to go and play so long I promise her to not go near the fence of the garden .After a whole day I begged her and tried everything to just go outside and go play , I was only 7 years old and have a lot of energy inside me .I was on cloud 9 when my grandma say I can go outside ,the walls of this castle was driving me crazy ,I wasn’t allowed to play outside because it was too cold and our winter here in Green land get extreme cold ,only my father who was the Alpha king of the north was allowed to go outside .As soon I step inside the garden , I left both of my arms up and pretend to be an airplane then started to make like a air plane .My grandma was taking a sit by the garden chair , I wasn’t paying attention to her, all I care that moment was the amazing feeling of the wind through my hair while I run around the garden in the snow .I was just glad that I can come outside to play a little bit, even if it was only for few minutes. The air around me suddenly got more cold while I was running through the snow ,it made me stop in my tract , my heart started to beat faster and I could see my own breath in front of me .It was then when something caught the corner of my eye ,something red ,I turned to my right to see what caught my attention and saw the most beautiful red rose I ever saw, it was a rose on a small hill at the garden, the rose was almost blood red and stood out from all the other flowers in the garden .I couldn’t take my eyes of the red rose ,it felted like the rose was calling my name out and had the most beautiful calm deep voice .My feet started to move by itself and drag me closer to the Rose on the small hill ,before I knew it ,I was standing in front of the red rose .I could heard the voice who was calling my name clear now “Aliya….Aliya” .Who ever it was had the most calming voice and made me feel save. I step the closer to the rose and place my hand over the sting of the rose, I was in a trance and wasn’t even paying attention what was going on, the voice who called my name out sounded like a melody to my ears. I heard my name again but this time it come from my left by the fence of the garden ,when I looked up to my left my eyes caught some one eyes ,it was a man who looked like he was in his 18 .His eyes was silver blue and he had a strong face futures ,the little what I could see , most was cover up with his black coat what he was wearing. His eyes were so blue it felted like he could see right through my soul, he made me nervous, and I found myself gasping for air, I wasn’t paying attention what I was doing, one of the thorns pricked my thumb deep. My attention was immediately on my thumb, it started to burn like fire and blood was coming out were the rose sting me, I looked at my thumb and I swear my hand turn red, like an allergic reaction of a bee sting. It hurts so bad making my whole body goes into pain, I couldn’t breathe all what I could do was screamed of the pain, what was running through every vein and very part of my small body. I felted so weak and was acne of the pain that I fall to my knees on the snow ,I could heard my grandma voice calling my name out ,the sound of her voice come more closer by the minute ,I try to look to the my right and saw my grandmother who was running up to me and before I knew it everything before my eyes turns Black.
By joelien Gerber 2 years ago in Fiction
Amelia the Historian of Ravenswood
In the heart of the mist-covered moors, there stood a forgotten manor, its crumbling facade adorned with ivy and secrets. The villagers whispered of its cursed past, of the tragic family that once called it home, and of the darkness that lurked within its walls. Ravenswood, the sign had written, population 1,030. Below that was another that read; Ravenswood Asylum 1 Miles Northwest, Ravenswood Manor East 2 Miles. Written below the Manor was a barely legible handwritten note that read, “rent erode ton” there seemed to be more, but the writing was too faded for her to read.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Hedera Helix
Sicily | 1943 Dry, cracked fingers wrapped around her throat. She was pushed up against the glass of the double-doors, which nearly broke open from the force. His speed was unlike anything Corrado had ever seen, which is why he reacted later than he should have.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Gray Church - Part 3. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 3 ‘Help me out, please.’ The voice from under the car said. It was such a fragile and scared voice. I looked down at the hand and saw wrinkled fingers and a wrist so small I could wrap my own fingers around it.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
The Gray Church - Part 2. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 2 The clown opened its mouth, and I noticed blood dripping from its teeth. Within that instant the adrenaline in my body helped me push myself from under the car to begin running toward the police lights. I heard the clown rush to my side of the vehicle, but I didn’t want to stop and look.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
