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The World I Love Doesn’t Exist
That’s the thing about this city, it is not the same city. The name is the same, many of the city and street signs remain unchanged, familiar buildings still stand, but it is not Huntington Beach. At least not the one that I knew. It was back in 2001 that I was first fortunate enough to land in that magnificent beachfront city. The sun glimmering off the buildings, peoples smiles and vivacity adding to the liveliness, the fresh ocean breeze, with no shortage of ma and pa shops to explore.
By M.R. Cameo3 years ago in Fiction
Gobbits
The children knew when danger was coming. They could feel it under their feet. It was a particular tickle, and each of the little ones knew to scatter, all except his little sister, Anxia. Grimith sighed under his breath. Some days, everything about her that he found endearing also seemed determined to lead to her early death. Grimith could now feel the vibrations of the alarm drums shift from the frenzied beat that demanded awareness to the steady rhythm for readiness.
By JD Bickle3 years ago in Fiction
Sorceress Part 2
A knock on the front door interrupted my mid-morning book time. I glanced at my mug. Barely half of my tea was gone and it was still pretty warm. I’m so not ready for social interaction yet, I thought. I haven’t even finished my tea. Not nearly enough caffeine is in my system. Ugh. But I had to answer the door. Not many knew that I had Rowena and Duncan here with me, and most people didn’t react well to the sight of Brownies, which hurt both of my friends feelings, though they were very good at hiding that.
By Lefsa3 years ago in Fiction
Every Eye Sheds Tears
I first met Claire when we still lived close and before Dad left. She invited me to her sixth birthday party since Dad and Phil had been working together for a year. While she and the other kindergarteners got their faces painted by the princess or took turns riding her new pony, I sat alone at a table, swinging my preschooler legs and nibbling on pizza.
By Dillon R Morgan3 years ago in Fiction
Good Soup
“Carrots, peas, red pepper, and - what else is in the fridge? - oh yeah, onions, garlic, spring onions maybe? Could put kale in too…”
By AJ Birt3 years ago in Fiction
Sorceress Part 1
SUMMER I sat on the top of the bluffs, my legs dangling over the side. I lifted my face up to the sun, enjoying the morning light. I could see for miles up here, and everything seemed peaceful in the early morning sun. I breathed deeply, feeling calm. A scuff off to my right and behind me caught my attention. I turned slightly, to see a man slowly inching his way along a precarious ledge, his eyes on me. Red-blonde hair, blue eyes, he had that cute guy-next-door kind of look. Standing next to me he probably would be a bit taller than I was.
By Lefsa3 years ago in Fiction
Merfolk of Randos
The first thing that one will notice when they lay eyes on a Mer is the ornate mask that is afixed to their faces. No one is sure what lies beneath it but the mask itself is rather unusual. The mask is crafted from an assortment of shells in the image of a human face. This practice of wearing these masks goes as far back as anyone can remember. The Merfolk have an admiration for humans, seeing them as their protectors. Time and time again, men have proved themselves to be allies to the Merfolk, whether they live in their waters or the seas abroad, men tend to arrive at the perfect time to be their saviors. This has resulted in the custom of mask wearing in their likeness and returning the favor in being devoted allies to the nations of men when they are in need of them.
By Braison Cyrus3 years ago in Fiction
Here there be Dragons
The promise of 'here there be dragons' had lured James to the sea. His plan was to sail to the edges of the ocean, find and train a dragon and take it as his steed. Of course, the minute he, only fourteen at the time, had told the crew on board, he’d damn near been laughed off the ship.
By Flora Nickels3 years ago in Fiction
A Good Ol' Classic
It was a wonderfully rainy day; all day, it poured then drizzled, poured and drizzled. I love the rain. Every day, I praise myself for making the move to Seattle Washington. It's been 8 months and I couldn't be happier.
By Samantha J.3 years ago in Fiction
The Hourglass Academy. First Place in New Worlds Challenge.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It was the opening line in one of Burton's erotic sci-fi novellas, the ones he thinks are cleverly hidden. (Hallway bookcase, top shelf, behind the encyclopedias.) I’d read it in a day; eyes scrunched, nose wrinkled in horrible fascination. But in the end it wasn’t the extraterrestrial orgy that most disturbed me, it was the thought of dying in space. Floating away, alone and untethered, into a vast nothing.
By AES3 years ago in Fiction
The Questioners
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Nobody can hear a scream from the head of a crazy woman either, unfortunately for you. But what if they could hear? Would they listen? Would they heed your warning?
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
Origa Omnicum
The origin myth of Randos is as biased as it is complicated. The Elven and Mennic retellings of the story always seem to be skewed toward their gods being the most righteous and true. Through compiling the different tales, though difficult, it’s possible to reach an unbiased conclusion through shared themes in both of their stories. The men seem to believe that they and their gods were wronged by the ancient spirits of elves and their gods while elves portray it all as a misunderstanding. We will try our best to compile both myths to see what we can agree upon in both cultures and hopefully reach some sort of philosophical and theological bedrock.
By Braison Cyrus3 years ago in Fiction