Young Adult
Miracle’s Curse
Mari swallowed a yawn, hiding her mouth behind a fist. She had been reading for hours. Not that the books weren't interesting—not at all—but she hadn't done much else. Leon was skimming through the next book on her list, making sure it was important enough to spend time on, while he paced the room, twirling his triton in his hand absentmindedly.
By Victoria Cage3 years ago in Fiction
Unfamiliar
Clementine watched eagerly as her mother placed more logs onto the growing pile for the evening’s bonfire. Tonight, will be the night, she just knew it. For as long as anyone could remember, witches and warlocks on their sixth year of celebrating Beltane, receive the gift of their Familiar from the forest. This year was Clementine’s turn.
By Bianca Pole3 years ago in Fiction
Ancient Friends & New Ventures
A gentle, chilly breeze drifted between the green leaves of the trees. A shrill wail echoed throughout the woods. Lost and alone, a toddler stumbled through thick undergrowth. Tears streamed down the small girl's pale face as her short white hair and long white dress danced in the wind. Her bright green eyes darted out of sheer terror as she walked and crawled through the forest.
By Mel E. Furnish3 years ago in Fiction
The Scaled Child
The child showed no fear as the shadow passed over it, cut through low hung clouds and returned to engulf this frail body in ultimate darkness. Indeed, the child merely reached out towards the leathery wings, the sharpened talons, the heat expelling from the nostrils. Sometimes the prey doesn't recognize the predator and this seemed to vex the dragon. It stood upright and beat heavy wings until the branches shuddered and the leaves fell. The child rolled backwards and came up laughing. The dragon, becoming enraged, tested it further, bringing one great golden eye within orbit of the child's face, blinking slowly until the lizard like iris revealed vague eons of a dominant species. The child merely saw itself in that domed reflection and smiled. The dragon sniffed at it to which the child let out a great sneeze, sending a gout of snot across the dragon's scales. It recoiled in disgust. It could eat this thing here and now and be done with it. It had done far worse for lesser transgressions. Yet something about this child made it appear bigger than the mere morsel it might offer the beast. It brought a claw down around the child, three talons encasing it like a prison cage. Then, careful not to tear the precious flesh of the babe, it scooped it up, clumps of earth and all and carried it through the air towards a cave in the distance. What sounds the child could be heard to make seemed almost joyous in nature.
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Fiction
The Witch, the Dragon, and the Orphan. (Chapter 1)
CHAPTER 1 When Fumre the Adored found me as a toddler it changed my life forever, I was orphaned. I never knew why my parents abandoned me. It wasn’t until I came into my own magickal talents that I knew why they abandoned me. The locals were always afraid of the unknown as magick seemed to die out over time. The untold arts seemed to gain as the belief seemed to grow as well. No one knew why until everyone saw dragons and the looming darkness in the air shift.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Fiction
Dear Felix
A wolf howled, the sound low and haunting. Soon, it was joined by more voices. Dear Felix looked at me, his eyes wide. The night's festivities had just ended, but the staff and the man of the house remained in the gardens, soaking in the moonlight and the stories of the stars. All others had returned to their homes around the village. It was growing lighter out, but the moon still held its proper place. Exhaustion had taken hold of many of us prior to the sounds of the wild animals but now we were all alert.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
Silence in Nature
The view from the top of the world leaves you feeling like you're the only one in it. Miles of untouched land that you can’t see come to an end, but you know it does. Surrounded by the echoes of bird calls or the rustling of leaves, there’s never any silence in nature. Just soft background sounds that leave the air feeling still. Being serenaded by the birds and the trees feels as good of a goodbye as any, but still something is missing.
By TheLateBloom 3 years ago in Fiction
