Fable
The Incomplete Elements of Reign.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I remember thinking this to myself the day it happened, laying upside down on my couch, in the dark living room of my apartment. With Bethoven blaring in my noise canceling headphones and rivers of tears streaming down my face. Staring into my existential void through eloquently transitioned images of space dancing across the tv screen ahead of me. But, that was then.
By Courtney Nichols2 years ago in Fiction
Remembering Yeshua
He would have never hurt her. He stood taller than her and looked down upon her with loving eyes. Who was he to be so kind? No man had ever seen her the way he had. She remembered the day he had pulled her to the river's edge. It wasn't really all that surprising to her that there were multitudes of six petaled flowers growing all around them. It seemed that wherever they walked, new life grew all around them. His aura was shining blue into crystalline white. She sighed and breathed in the swirl of their connected Merkabah's: he was more than her lover; he was the other half of her star-soul. She was divinely incarnated feminine and he, oh, he was divinely, incarnated masculine with rough-hewn hands and a mischievous, half-cocked smile.
By Raina D. McGowan2 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicle Of The 'Glad Stone'
The Prologue It had been nearly 202 or 206 days (about 7 months) that Lefty Liv, stock executive kicked up his heels creating a desert dust storm scene creating a visibility nightmare blurring a ‘professional gaming recreational weekly monopoly fantasy’.
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Fiction
Four clever brothers
That was a long time ago, there was a poor family, the couple had four sons, son grew up, the poor want them to learn some skill to get rid of poverty, he said to his sons: "my dear children, I have nothing to you, must be yourselves to make into this world, to learn, to master their own fate. I think you should start by learning a variety of trades to lay a good foundation for living independently in the future." So the four brothers took leave of their father, walking sticks and bags in their arms, and went out together to learn from his teacher.
By lotta whitehurst2 years ago in Fiction
Princess White Bird and Hero Boy
A 15 - year - old Songbird boy is angry! The fire of battle blazed in his breast. He said to his father and mother: "Dear father and mother, the son will go to the battlefield to destroy the enemy, attack the aggressor! Defend our homeland!"
By lotta whitehurst2 years ago in Fiction
Cinderella
She was buried in the garden. The little girl was a pious and kind girl, and every day she went to her mother's grave and wept. Winter came, and the snow covered her mother's grave with a white blanket. The spring breeze blows, and the sun removes the silver from the grave. Winter turned to spring, and his father married another wife.
By frey dugas2 years ago in Fiction
Cherry prince
The cherry tree was the king, and the cherries on the tree were identified by the king as princes, ministers and commoners according to their size and shape. When Wang Sapling slept every day, the kingdom began to work and celebrate, they also have the problem of going to school, but a lot of small cherries do not like learning.
By frey dugas2 years ago in Fiction
A Lucid Dream
I found myself laying on a cold block of ice drifting with nothing but water encompassing me. I felt impeccably small, and for a moment, I viewed myself from a bird's eye view, staring down upon myself, just a speck of white floating in the calm sea. I abruptly came back into my body and jumped to my feet.
By Zeline Farney2 years ago in Fiction
St. Joseph in the forest
The eldest daughter was ill-mannered and ill-minded; The second daughter, though flawed, was much better than the eldest; Only the youngest daughter is filial and sweet. But the mother was very strange. She liked the eldest daughter best, but not the younger one, and wanted to get rid of her all day long. And often she sent the poor little girl out into a great forest, that she might lose her way and never return home, and that she might be driven away. But every good child has his own angel to protect her, the angel did not abandon her, every time to show her the right way home. Once the guardian did not seem to be near her, and the little girl could not find her way out of the forest. She walked on and on until night fell. Then she saw a faint light in front of her. She ran forward and came to a small wooden house. She knocked at the door, which opened; She went to the second door, knocked again, and a venerable old man with a white beard opened it for her. It was none other than St. Joseph himself. The old man said kindly to the girl, "Come in! My dear child, sit down and warm yourself in my little chair by the fire! You must be thirsty! I'll get you some water to drink, and there's nothing else for you to eat in the forest, except a few carrots, and you must scrape them before you cook them."
By graig asaph2 years ago in Fiction