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The Riversource. Runner-Up in Fantasy Prologue II Challenge.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Or rather, it finally ran forwards, according to the laws that govern other rivers— the Queen’s magic had kept it rebelling against gravity since before the earliest memories of the eldest townsfolk. In all of their grandparents’ and great-grandparents’ stories, the river churned improbably uphill.
By Amelia Grace Newellabout a year ago in Fiction
Seven Trials for a Kingdom
The river ran backwards the day the Queen vanished. "Look at how easily they fall apart?" The sorceress said with a low laugh. She sat upon her throne with eyes like the sun, draped in red and gold while she gestured with long claw like fingers toward the shimmering orb before her.
By Sarah Glassabout a year ago in Fiction
Sundered Skies
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Armies marched, cities burned. The wind tasted of glass, ash, and suffocation. That day the world died. Yet we survived, or did we? Can one really call this living?
By Addison Mabout a year ago in Fiction
The Perfect Day Gone
The table was set for a glorious afternoon of our family coming together and celebrating Thanksgiving. I spent hours creating a delicious autumn menu of roasted turkey, creamed spinach, mashed potatoes, and scrumptious pies. I even checked the weather to see if I could host our dinner outside by the lake. The extended family would be here, a first for us in years. Everything was going to be perfect.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Story of the Realm
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Rook looked up from the playbook. “That sounds cool.” “Maybe for you,” grumbled Bishop, his grey eyes narrowing. “All my merchant barges will flow your direction now.”
By Sonia Heidi Unruhabout a year ago in Fiction
If Only I Ran Faster
The river ran backwards on the day the queen vanished. It was a feeble attempt to reverse time or at least try to see if she had tragically floated down it, yet it was useless. She was gone. And it shattered me completely.
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Fiction
The Descent
The river ran backwards on the day the queen vanished. At least, it appeared that way walking underneath the water’s silvery surface. I reached up, a whisper away from the rippling sheen overhead, and stopped myself.
By Harbor Benassaabout a year ago in Fiction
“Echo Me Good!”
Once a father took his son to the mountains. Son tripped on a stone, cried in pain, “AAAAAAh!” and suddenly heard “AAAAAh” in return.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
Fairy Tales
“The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.” At least it was supposed to. That’s what they promised, the prophecy guaranteed. It didn’t, of course, though they kept claiming it truly happened at his command.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knockabout a year ago in Fiction
The patchwork quilt
Nestled in a grove of stately oaks, a small, welcoming cabin stood like a peaceful refuge against the crisp autumn air. The earthy brown walls of the wooden hut glowed softly in the golden light of the setting sun.
By Laura.the.writerabout a year ago in Fiction
Flight of the Tide Pilots. Runner-Up in Fantasy Prologue II Challenge.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. I was awoken by a rumble like a broadhead stampede passing through our farmhouse. I rolled off my bed and under its frame. My little brother, Edgard, was already under his – barely two years old, his eyes as wide as owls.
By Addison Alderabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sundering
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. It was the final whisper of doom, the ghost of a portent unseen, for in those days the art of reading such things had been long lost to men. Something long chained had been loosed; woeful calamity befell the realms of men, one upon the other. These estranged and wayward misfortunes had hitherto not been fathomed as one singular ruin. And so, when the sun shone bright and brilliant, many thought it the first day of summer and not the end of the world.
By R. B. Boothabout a year ago in Fiction