fantasy

Escaping

Joanna had never planned on leaving, she hadn't imagined that one day she would return home to find her husband had left her; having stolen their joint possessions and money. Even their house had been put on the market and sold. Most women would have been angry and vengeful, but all Joanna felt was a strange sense of whiplash as she tried to figure out what to do next. The only action she could take, after seeing that all her worldly possessions had been sold right out from under her, was get in her car and start driving. As she drove away from what supposedly wasn't hers, she couldn't help looking back at her house; this home, which had been more a prison than anything else...

Perlington

****************** In a beautiful land, called Perlington there were two great kingdoms. To the South was Fowther, it was off the coast with a great forest that sheltered them. It's inhabitants had learned to tame phoenixes, great crimson birds with great powers of healing, beautiful voices and the power of fire.

Highland Promise

Long ago, a time before time, a divine race floated in on a mist to the land of Ireland. The Tuatha De' Danann. The Tuatha were so divine, they were considered Godly because of the special magical abilities possessed with in the groups. Arriving to the land to protect the innocent humans who deserved divine protection, also sharing new ways to live off the land successfully. The Tuatha would challenge and destroy any who would seek damage to humanity. Humans were closest in likeliness to themselves. But Fomorians arrived just before the Tuatha, always trying to seek destruction of humans.

Ludovic

In the rear-view mirror, the taxi driver noticed a dog running, yelling, “Help! Help!” He slammed the brakes so hard that his plump client, sporting a blue dress cut above the knee, with a huge yellow bow on the shoulder, roared in an almost masculine voice, “are you trying to kill me idiot!”

A New Spirit

************************* The beginning of a new day, the red fiery sun gave light to a jungle village. Its warrior-like inhabitants have already started milling about going about their daily business. The huts are built within the ancient trees of the jungle where bridges connect most of the village. Vines are sometimes used to get from one section to another quickly. Pulley systems are scattered throughout the village to get good up to the trees. The people only fight when it has to come to such measures but they avoid it if necessary. They have protected and guarded their jungle home for centuries now. Everyone is trained in the art of the sword though mostly men are the common warriors. Most women will take up a bow and stay in the safety of the trees then a blade. But there is a woman who is as head-strong; even more so than the men and prefer the blade to a bow.

Welcome to Obonia

Thunder rolled in the distance. A cool wind brushed through his hair. The smell of salt water filled his nostrils. A sharp pain ripped through his head. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to ride the pain.

A Magical Adventure

Enchantment

It was unusually cold for the season, it seemed that the leaves had changed from green to orange overnight and we went from cicadas in the trees to wind howling outside of my windows in just a few weeks. The steam from my tea was dancing in the sunlight with both of my hands wrapped around my oversized mug to hopefully help take the chill out of my bones a little quicker. I looked to Emery stretched out on the back of my sofa his paws seemingly reaching for something I could not see. Emery is an orange tabby I had found digging through my trash a few years ago, long gone are his days of scrounging for food as he must be one of the fattest cats I know. His eyes opened as I went to scratch his belly his head perking up.

The Mage's Confession

She's gone... There's nothing I can do about it. I can't condemn another person to unlife like I did with Dritz and Pittman. Not for such selfish reasons. But I hardly know what happened. Thes-...These are my confessions, I have to piece this together...

Belonging

Music danced on the breeze, carried through the flowers and the trees all throughout the mystical grove at the edge of the forest, lifted by the air and the sound found its way to the ears of a moonlit child. Her closed eyes widened, her amethyst glow, bright under the night moon, reflecting the stars. The petite crimson-haired child let out a bell-like laugh as she followed the sound, wandering further away from her small cottage home. Her ivory gown fluttered in the breeze, the silken ribbons like wings as she made her way across the dark green grass, the full moon completely illuminating her path until she reached the edge of the tree line. The smell of dewdrops and pine, strong. The small girl pushed forward, not daunted by the dark forest ahead, for she was not afraid. The fairy song filling her soul gave her a sort of whimsical courage. Too young to care for the warnings of the fae, she was drawn to their sweet melody.

Blood Memories

There Stands a man Medium in stature though pristine condition all but gentle scars run down his middle aged face,with deep red eyes inlay with life force, he's wearing a satin coat covered in a thick blood.In one hand this man is Holding a Switch scythe that looks like it's seen better days.Though you can't tell of his figure he seems built from stature . A Burgundy gentleman's shirt resides deeper tucked and accustomed with black buttons holding images of the grand orders rankings , all custom fitted to perfection. This man was Ready for battle. As rain bolsters down upon him he walks into a restless night. The comfort of red and green neon lights flickering in his peripheral vision directs him into the local bar scene.

The Drakons

"Nycto! Where are you hiding?" I call out into the eternal night of the woods. The bushes next to the back door rustle. I run back into the house. He's not allowed to frighten me again. I might end up seriously injuring him this time. Nycto is my mate. Ironic right? Hi, my name's Ivory. Nycto and I live away from cities. In a place where it's eternally night time. It's better for our eyesight. Light can damage our ability to see, period. I'm shaking my head when he comes inside.