Series
Tales of the WildMan
Tamind peeked over the social shield of his large, wordy book to safely judge the other residents that populated the hearth of the small, isolated inn that would be his home for the night. What he saw disappointed him just as much as the last time he looked around to distract him from his dull tome. The simple innkeeper stood by the large fireplace stirring the leek and cabbage stew, the only item on tonight's menu aside from three day old bread and warm ale, his lazy eye and uneven moustache only added to the peasantly demeanour of the inns host.
By Lachlan Winks4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Children: Homecoming
Amidst an ocean of fallow hay fields sits an old farmhouse, mostly unoccupied. Years of neglect have taken their toll on the old structure and left a mark on the surrounding grasslands. From the only window of the sole occupied room, an elderly woman sits to a warm glass of tea, memories for comfort and company.
By Thomas Hawkins4 years ago in Fiction
A world full of brown paper boxes
In a world full of brown paper boxes some are small some are large others of the sides of buildings many have things in them others have nothing at all These brown paper boxes are not ordinary they are special they lead to other worlds each one is a doorway leading to an infinite worlds some beyond comprehension others just empty space some bring you directly to the gates of heaven and others bring you straight to the gates of hell some boxes are just boxes but many of them bring you to worlds Full of odd and insane things Some boxes bring you to worlds made of starburst and other box Lead you to worlds made of M&Ms My favorite box leads me to the world of dragon ball Z my least favorite box brings me to a world of broccoli I am the walker of the brown paper boxes that lead you to worlds beyond your imagination I am lost walking through box to box only allowed in each world for a moment in time to experience each world and infinite amount of worlds each one special and it’s own way but many of them exactly the same as each other I long stop trying to tell the difference between each world many or obvious and many or not all I know is they’re not my world I look forward to seeing myself in each world seeing if I’m something special or nothing at all My greatest joy is collecting what I can from each world and bringing it back to the world of brown paper boxes I have a room there a place I go to to sleep when I’m not traveling to worlds not my own this collection of mine consist of many random objects whatever I can grab and get away with right before I disappear from that world I am learning more every day even gaining control to where I go and how long I stay I don’t know how much longer I’ll be walking this path or what I will become when I’m finish all I know is this is an experience very few if any other person gets to experience then again for all I know their Infinite versions of me walking these paths maybe not through brown paper boxes but may be through wooden doors are gates made of water maybe I’ll meet one one day wouldn’t that be fun to meet myself traveling through infinite worlds I wonder when we meet will we speak the same language will we even be the same species something I guess God would know I will have to ask him next time I arrive at the gates of heaven The next world I hope to walk through it’s a world like Star Wars I want a light saber I hope to steal one from Darth Vader himself maybe I will survive and disappear hopefully never to be followed or found by him The world I’m walking through now is a strange place and exciting at least to me the version of me in this world is the President of the United States a scary thought myself sitting at that seat of power I hope this man fears God as I do maybe the people Will stand a chance if he does Here comes another door pairing in front of me a door that is a brown paper box each time I walk through the doorway of the brown paper box it is like a long tunnel with a light at the end of it looks like this time I am in a world Full of exotic plant life I walked through this world admiring it I see what looks like a village I walk towards it I see your place full of people made of plant life they look like the one with nature naked like the animals around them I wonder if we would be the same if Adam and eve never eaten from the tree of knowledge of good and evil Maybe one day I will walk through the door where that is the situation but time will tell here comes another brown paper box to a new world I’m curious to what this world could be
By Zachary Blanchard 4 years ago in Fiction
Meet the Neighbors
Cordelia watched in a mini panic as her older brother shrank into the horizon on the horse. Getting him to trust her decision had been no small task. The wizard gave him a mirror that would allow Tom to see what she was doing anytime he looked at it. But not before Tom made it clear that he would be visiting every week to make sure the wizard was doing good on his promise that Cordelia would not be harmed.
By Colleen Sincavage4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Groves
Sunlight spills into the room, flooding into my tired eyes. I reluctantly throw the covers off, stretching up and cracking my back. I sigh as I remember why I’m here instead of in my own bed. I drowsily drag my feet down the stairs: part of me half expects to smell aunt Lily’s famous cream cheese stuffed French toast with Maplewood smoked bacon and a roaring pot of coffee. I’m heartbroken as I look around the painfully empty kitchen. Memories of her singing (terribly) whatever song was on the radio as she swayed her hips with her long flowing dresses practically sweeping the floors came flooding back. I close my eyes for just a moment, trying to reinforce the mental levies that this trip has slowly been chipping at. More memories escape though, each hitting harder than the last.
By Katie O'Shea4 years ago in Fiction
DOGS vs BUGS.
Hugo just moved into his brand new house. After unpacking most of his things there were still a few boxes left in the garage that were going to be used for later. One day he went to look for something that he knew was in one of these boxes. He went into the garage and found the brown paper box that he was looking for. At this time it had been there for months.
By Keenan Mitchell4 years ago in Fiction
Piper's Dream
“Piper, bring me that basket. Yes, that one. Good. Now follow me and help me get these herbs in to dry.” Her grandmother GG called to her from the middle of the garden. The sun was filtering through the trees in beautiful golden rays. Her large, floppy hat hid her grey curls; but her pale green eyes shown with laughter. Even the lines of aging could not dull her vivacious nature.
By Rugergirl224 years ago in Fiction
Hearing The Tree
As I watched Trey walk back to his seat, our eyes met. I held my breath and waited to see if there was any trace of recognition on his face. But he either didn’t remember me or he was so lost in grief, it didn’t register. For a moment, I almost laughed as I remembered the day he called when we were in bed. She showed me his name in her phone was spelled Très. “He’s so very, my sweet Trey, that I told him his name should be spelled in French.” She giggled and answered the call, “Hello Très Trey? No. No, I can’t right now. I’m with Alana.”
By Kerry Love4 years ago in Fiction
I. Phoenix
As I sit in a jail holding cell crying, I feel something strange. The room seems to feel heavy, and the clocks are stopping. A woman in an all black dress, with a black hat and a veil walks in casually. She gives me a glare I can feel through the veil, and speaks in an authoritative manner towards me. “I have been watching you little eagle,” she moves her veil out of her face to reveal a middle aged pale face with well done makeup, blonde hair and piercing dark eyes. She then pulls out a large box wrapped in brown paper and puts it in my hands.
By Matthew Cook4 years ago in Fiction
