Fable
A Winter Fairy Tale
There once was a boy who loved his father so much that he accepted an invitation from his father to go on a snowshoe hike through the woods. This boy, who we shall call Hans, was not an active child, and preferred instead to read books about elves and castles, and watch television shows, and play tabletop dice games with those same elements in them, and he definitely did not like being cold. His Dad, however, loved to hike and Hans loved his Dad, so he screwed up his courage, got on his winter clothes, poles and snowshoes and followed his Dad out into the forest behind their house.
By Eric Hammers3 years ago in Fiction
The Pact
I saw my first dragon when I was fifteen. Thomas stopped at the memory and allowed himself a second of joy. The great serpent perched on the Sears Tower like some wayward parade float. He laughed at the recollection before shaking it away and turning back to the page before him, his fingers gripping the pen tighter.
By Frank Geier3 years ago in Fiction
How to Enjoy the Magical Wonders of a New World by Simply Falling Asleep?
The first thing my mom (who was the narrator of most of my bedtime stories) would say is “lie down in your magical bed and close your eyes while you slowly begin to breathe and clear your mind of all previous thoughts. As soon as your mind reaches a fully relaxed state, begin to think about which superpowers, you want to use tonight?”
By Anthony Chan3 years ago in Fiction
More Than All The Stars A New Bedtime Story for Space Travelers and Dreamers
A New Bedtime Story for Space Travellers and Dreamers Once upon a time a large explosion, six hundred trillion times as bright as the sun, discharged across the void. As the fiery spectacle pierced a black velvet midnight, stars shot out in all directions. It was said that the sound of weeping could be heard amidst the smaller explosions that accompanied the collision of two great parent stars. But who would weep at such a moment, Kuiper wondered, as his mother told him the tale.
By CK Henson Hayes3 years ago in Fiction
Singing For the Fae
On a beautiful hot summer night, I am sitting out on my garden patio with a cool glass of white wine. Other than gardening itself, there is nothing more wonderful than watching my blooms grow. With each sip of my glass, and the floral smells hitting my nose, I find myself drifting off to sleep.
By Erika Ravnsborg3 years ago in Fiction
The Catastrophic Brain Function
i. WAKE ME UP IN SOMEPLACE NEW. Those were the words of my only living relative my grandpa now deceased. He fell asleep in the backseat of a car we used to have, which I have left behind, its spare tyre having burst a flat not far from the fallen town of Yuddaburra, in the outback of Australia.
By Taylor vvestmacott3 years ago in Fiction
Princess In A Tower
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, a princess lived in a tower. We shan’t bother going into too much detail regarding what the princess looked like, because let’s be honest, you’re all going to imagine her differently anyway.
By Sachi Petrohilos3 years ago in Fiction
Cosmix Calling 🌌
Think back to the last time you were out under a clear sky, fully lit by a dazzling array of stars. Imagine yourself looking into the celestial night, with the power to make a single wish. Allow your spirit to ascend into the darkness of the sky, and spark iridescently to life, fulfilling the inner most desires of the soul. Where would you go? Who would you become? What would you change, or choose to accomplish? Would you wish for good? Would you wish for bad? These questions may make even the wisest of humanity hesitate. For me, however, now more than ever, I know exactly what I would wish for, who I'd become, who I already am... or would be, in a perfect world. Prince Luminos Cosmix, Is my alter ego, We are a philosophical hero, A dreamer who looks to the stars, a writer that has began creating an entire universe around my identity through the way my imagination warps the world. A poet that speaks from the heart, a musician/dancer that with a little guidance could help bring the tides of change. An aspiring artist with a vision, designer of a Royal Cosmixian clothing line. A philanthropist to the less fortunate, a mentor to generations to come, an activest for a green future. A Prince looking to lead the people of this earth to metephorical kingdoms among the stars. My ambitions are exuberant, my imagination is vivid, and I'm just a 23 year old with a hopeful dream, but I know my future is bright, and one day not only will I thrive in my self made fairytale, I will be a legend who's story is spread among the stars. The path to distant galaxies won't be easy, as a dreamer such as myself can get lost drifting through space if allowed to wander too long in their imagination, therefore, the pressure is setting in. The time to act upon my dreams has risen, as will I. With the proper tools, such as Memberful, My vision will be transformed into a reality. The show I'm writing, "The Stars Have Fallen", will be animated, voiced, and brought to life, along with books, comics, and interactive (perhaps even one day virtual reality) games that allow you to roam within the universe I am creating, {all while the real life characters tour the world promoting Life, Liberties, Fantasies, and Fashion lines to match the (bound to be popular) Aesthetics of my universe}. It'd be my dream to give everyone a chance to be as involved in this fairytale universe in real life as it is in mine, whether that be getting lost inside of a storybook, or dressing up in cosmixian fashion. My world may currently be just an idea revolving consistently around my head, and a small three-ring binder with a few short stories and prototype character designs; but in a perfect world, where the limitations brought upon by circumstances out of my control are not to be found, Prince Cosmix and his fellowship of Cosmixians are ALIVE.
By Prince Cosmix3 years ago in Fiction
Maggie and the Selkie
That morning the bodies were counted. Twelve in all, and one still missing. Hamish. When the families took the bodies home to prepare them for burial, Maggie sneaked down to the beach to walk the shoreline. Five miles north, and five miles south. Through her tears, every piece of driftwood and kelp was a human figure; an arm reaching for help, a crumpled body found too late. Maggie’s hope disappeared with the sun and a low, slow groaning emerged from her throat as she sank to the sand. The pain in her heart was so strong she didn’t notice the water rising around her, the cold seeping into her skin.
By Heather Ewings3 years ago in Fiction