Series
Runners of the Underground
The tables in the library had hundreds of books stacked on top of them. Even the chairs were filled with parchments, maps, and extra books. It had only been a few hours of Edgar showing Antoinette around the paper filled room. Handing her books he thought she would need to study. Tossing her rolled up maps of the city so she would know her way around the streets. As well as the only few maps the angelic order had of the underground tunnels. He knew she would need those soon enough.
By Sierra Lynn4 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 6: Operation: Spy & Seek (Original Version)
Previous Mission First Mission <Original Plotline by Jeremiah and Nic Ellison I do not own Club Penguin, Pokémon, or Super Smash Bros. Club Penguin belongs to Disney. Pokémon belongs to Nintendo, Game Freak, and the Pokémon Company. Super Smash Bros. belongs to Nintendo along with respective character ownership rights.>
By Jeremiah Ellison4 years ago in Fiction
Beast
Princess Blanche sleeps soundly beside my campfire, surrounded by my companions. By all appearances she is a sweet, innocent fourteen-year-old girl, as helpless as a kitten. I feel responsible for her. I feel an obligation to guard her safety and guide her judgment. I have to forcibly remind myself that two days ago, she had sent her Huntsman and seven Miners to kill my friends and me. Her own magical poison attack had rendered half of us, myself included, insensible. She is a formidable enemy.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Fiction
CYCLE IV
On a warm sunny day, a twenty-seven-year-old Lebanese woman reads beneath a pear tree. Her attention sways, hearing sounds of laughter from a distance. She glances to the side, observing the merriment of children. As she returns to her reading, her book slips from her lap. A handsome, tall man with long dark hair and kind eyes retrieves it for her.
By A. W. Knowland4 years ago in Fiction
Day of the Dragon: The Lasting Sunset
A piece of a five-part non-chronological series centred around the day of the dragon. __________________ The crop is looking fine this year, a pleasant sight for Felissa as she walks through the fields of wheat and barley. The crop heads are golden and plump, weighing down the long stalks that hold the heads aloft. Harvest is quickly approaching. Perhaps only two weeks from now Felissa will be in the fields with her father from dawn till dusk, sweltering through the hot days and listening to her father straining against his sore back.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
Door to the Mind
_____________PART 1_____________ I navigate the long corridor lined with doors on either side. The wallpaper was like something you would see in a movie. Red and yellow stripes drizzle the walls like caramel. I continue to walk down the corridor until I see the end of the hallway come into view. Every door I had tried to open was locked up until now, but the door in front of me was different. It is a brass color with intricate carvings lining the frame, and they slip around the rough corners like snakes. I rub the carvings gently. The rigidity of the carvings contrasts the smooth look of the brass. The frame is also warm to the touch like it is being heated from the other side. I hesitate to open the door, but I feel an urge to open it. Disregarding the wrenching discomfort of terror in my stomach I open the door. The corridor is blasted with a huge wave of heat. I hear a voice in the back of my head say, “Go through the door.” I cannot disobey the voice, so I continue through the doorway. The light coming from the other side is immense, nearly blinding. I take a few steps out into the new terrain. It is a vast desert with nothing for what seems like miles and miles. The horizon is plastered into the sky like an oil painting. Heat waves crash up the sides of the dunes like strong waves. I find myself atop one of the largest dunes nearby. I am already sweating profusely, and the sweat stains on my shirt are drying faster than I can cool off. Then I hear a new command say, “Go back.” I turn around to go back through the door, but it is gone. I start to panic a little bit, but another command booms in the back of my mind. “Walk until you find an exit” it commands. I start walking into the scorching desert, descending the gradual slope of the massive dune I am stationed on.
By Christian Johnston4 years ago in Fiction
No More Chances
As the cool steel of his blade kissed my neck, his face contorted in rage. How easy it is to play with the emotions of men, I think to myself. A wry smirk forms on my lips, and the knight’s anger turns to confusion, a spark of fear even flashing across his eyes. With a simple gesture of my hand, he flew back across the hall, his armor scattering around him and revealing his human frailty. “Don’t threaten me, boy.” I gibe. In an instant, I’m standing before him, reaching down to grab his throat before slamming him against the wall. “Tell your ‘King’ I choose war.” I kept him pinned a second longer before dropping him to the floor in a callous display, taking his chance to flee with my message to his ruler. Once alone, I apparate back to my throne and rest my head on my hand, thinking back to a few months ago when this all started.
By Alice Farmer4 years ago in Fiction
The Eternal Partridge
Under any other circumstances, being inside Zalo’s Emporium of Magical Mischief would have been awe-inspiring. James Walton was the first Mundane employee granted entrance to the shop in some 83 years. What's more, in precisely 73 minutes he would also be the longest-tenured non-magical associate; assuming Donald Rawlings from Gessie, Indiana, never found his way back through the wormhole in the supply closet.
By Steven A Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Famous Last Words (Part 3)
Note: This is part 3 of this story Part 1 and Part 2 can be found using the links. Jocelyn was sound asleep, laying on her side. The moonlight shined brightly through her window. The aquarium was no longer in the window. Instead, there was the silhouette of a man climbing through, reaching his hands towards the sleeping girl.
By Craig Brower4 years ago in Fiction
Famous Last Words (Part 1)
It occurred on the night of August 13th. A summer night filled with the sounds of crickets and tree frogs. The windows were difficult to open and close because of the humidity. The window A/C unit hummed away in the living room, unfortunately, the cold air did not make its way to the opposite side of the one-story home. Jocelyn and Julian would sleep with their box fans. They blew wildly during those nights but barely kept the sweat from rising on their skin as the humid nights of Florida summers continued with no reprieve.
By Craig Brower4 years ago in Fiction
Famous Last Words (Part 2)
Note: This is Part 2 of the series. If you have not read Part 1, you can find it here Earlier that afternoon, Jocelyn and Julian found a wounded lizard in the backyard. It’s well known that small lizards in Florida will not only lose their tails in order to get away from a predator but also will grow back a new one as time goes on.
By Craig Brower4 years ago in Fiction
