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Accusation
Dave and Bethan walked in the direction of the quarry, Bethan letting Dave lead. "I don't know how you can think that I killed her, Bethan." Dave acknowledged to himself that he's not a great man but he's still reeling from Bethan's accusation.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Of Elves and Dragons
Chapter One, A Beginning The river ran backwards the day the Queen vanished. The oceans fed by the river turned red. The seven suns of Nardor fell from the sky, leaving the seven kingdoms under a dark, never-ending night. Spring flowers wilted. Ancient trees burst into flames. Dragons woke from their graves. Mountains crumbled. Cities washed away in flood waters that surged from diurnal tides. White magic disappeared. Tentacles of dark sorcery stretched a sinister blackness into the lands. Seals placed on the Temple of Aragon were broken. And an ancient prophecy was begun when a pair of Druid eyes opened for the first time in a thousand years deep within the temple's depths.
By The Invisible Writerabout a year ago in Fiction
Life is a gift...accept it
In the dark dungeon of the five wizards, King Donn stood waiting for the advice of the skeletal quintuple magicians as they brewed their potions. He had consulted them to ascertain his luck on the upcoming merger with the Kingdom of Fyre.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
Winter is Coming
Oh, god, it's here already. I freeze in place at the sight before me. In this liminal space - white desensitized walls rising high above while semi-organized lines of sheep part around my frozen corpse - I am but a single flake of ice in this storm.
By Amanda Starksabout a year ago in Fiction
A Veil of Water. Runner-Up in Fantasy Prologue II Challenge.
The river ran backward on the day the Queen vanished. For almost a week, headwater springs funneled tiny creeks back into the ground. Waterfalls shot upward like fountains. The wide delta at the mouth pulled salty brine up the channel and into the farmland furrows. This was to be expected. The Queen had been teaching the river for years, coaxing it along irrigation ditches and showing it new, secret flowpaths where it could spill over banks to fill secluded glens bedecked with fog and fireflies or marshes full of syncopated frog song. Like any pet, well-trained and faithful, it had loved her unquestioningly. When she left, the reverse flow was an attempt to pull back time- a deep, keening inhalation of boundless, immortal grief.
By Penny Fullerabout a year ago in Fiction
Brain Rot
Laughter echoed through the glass walls and ricocheted like a bullet down the smooth hallway. She was laughing for no good reason and the techs knew as much. It was just another daydream of slitting her throat and spilling all those warm red secrets across the floor.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Fiction
My New Stepmother
First, I need to tell you what an absolute raging arsehole my stepmother was. She has kids from a previous marriage. Bradleigh and Esmay can do no wrong.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Vastness of the Sky
My tortured bones long for fire, yearn for the consummation of smoke and ash scattered by the wind to a beckoning end. Once upon a time I was a massive, ancient tree but you broke me down and made a house of me.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
Departure from Solitude
Fourteen months have passed since humanity cast me adrift. My waking hours are divided between tending to the equipment that keeps me alive, roaming the lunar landscape, and staring into space. Living on a massive rock that lacks atmosphere offers me a vista that no other living human has experienced. Of course, I’m not alive according to those in control of the government that abandoned me. All of us living on Moon Base Alpha were reported killed by an asteroid strike to avoid the cost of returning the two remaining explorer’s home. It was a lie they told to everyone who would listen, but it was only one of hundreds of lies the population was fed.
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Fiction
Back to the Source
‘The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Water returning to its source flooded fields and forests, villages and towns of the realm. Then the faraway ocean tumbled into the empty estuary. Its waves reached the lands ravaged by the river’s passage, and eradicated what life remained. When merciless sunrays dried the flood, only patches of salt shone among inhospitable sands. Survivors were conquered by drought and hunger, and cruelty took reign in the kingdom.’
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Fiction
The Fisherman
He was there every evening when I arrived, his fishing pole in the water, never saying a word. I tried to talk to him a couple of times, but he only grunted in response, so I stopped trying.
By Kenneth Lawsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The River Queen
CHAPTER ONE The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. It wouldn't have been an easy feat to conjure up on any other normal, unassuming day—but today was different. Anyone who knew anything about magic should have known something was amiss. The town—fearful of this obvious omen—gathered around the castle in frenzied chaos as the heavy metal gates slammed into the tepid dirt and the Queen’s guards stood silent waiting for what would happen next. Skyward plumes of red dust hovered over the moat giving the appearance of glowing crimson flames. It wasn’t the story anyone wanted to tell, and it surely wasn’t the way things were supposed to have gone.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Fiction