Fantasy
The enchanted locket
Once upon a time in a quaint village nestled deep within a lush forest, there lived a young girl named Lily. She possessed an insatiable curiosity and an unyielding spirit of adventure. One sunny afternoon, while exploring the woods near her home, Lily stumbled upon an old, weathered tree trunk. As she examined it closely, a glimmer caught her eye. Hidden within a small crevice was a beautifully crafted locket.
By daniel Kabler3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Heist
Clarence, a wily and seasoned time-thief, held an enviable yet exhausting power. He had stolen enough time from the world to live forever. But his immortality was a monotonous purgatory. Each sunrise brought the same sigh, each sunset the same longing for an end. Haunted by echoes of laughter, whispers of love, and the silent tick of relentless solitude, he hatched his final heist - stealing his own eternity. The plan was daring: to corner Time itself. With every tick of the clock, he crafted his scheme, meticulously plotting his own demise. When his moment of success came, he confronted Time and demanded, "Give me an end." Time, a fickle master, agreed, but with a caveat. "Return the day you cherish most." Clarence didn't hesitate. He chose a day with Margaret, his lost love. Their laughter echoed in the morning light, their confessions etched in the afternoon shadow, and their love blossomed under the moon's soft glow. At midnight, Time reclaimed its due. The memories of Margaret blurred; her laughter, her tears, her touch, her love, all faded into a forgotten abyss. Left with his newfound mortality, Clarence was truly alone.
By M Dannenfelser3 years ago in Fiction
The Time Pickpocket
Rhea was no ordinary thief. She held a peculiar skill: an ability to steal time. With a brush of a hand, a fleeting glance, she could pocket unnoticed seconds from a yawn, overlooked minutes from an idle stare, and tuck them neatly into her own lifespan. Her life was an ever-expanding tapestry of pilfered moments, seamlessly woven into a vibrant masterpiece. No one noticed the missing threads of time, no one, until she met Artus. Artus was a chronomancer, a time seer. He saw the river of time and all its hidden eddies and whirlpools. And he saw Rhea. Her temporal thievery didn't escape his keen gaze: instead, it intrigued him. A clandestine dance began between them, a chess game played across the board of time. Every encounter was a silent battle, an elusive competition of stolen moments and reclaimed seconds. The game reached its crescendo when Rhea dared to swipe an entire day. Artus didn't age, but he remembered. He remembered every stolen laugh, every lost sigh, every shared secret. Confronted, Rhea returned his stolen day, her cheeks flushed, his eyes twinkling. Their contest ended, but in its place, something else had blossomed. Their time, stolen or not, was best spent with each other.
By M Dannenfelser3 years ago in Fiction
Iris, Prince Don, and the Phoenix Feather Lantern, Part 2
Iris plummeted off the cliff, goggled at green rushing closer, yelled at herself, and yanked the cord to release her chute. With a jerk she was suspended, and breathed again. The bright purple of Prince Don's parachute spread below her, and hesitantly she pulled at one of the toggles on her own to steer towards him.
By Peri Livesey3 years ago in Fiction
Mercurial, at Best
The van hurtled through the sea of trees as the midday sun cast an eerie green glow from above. Felix, out of breath and exasperated looked over at one of her partners, Jim. He still had a look of incredulity. Jim smiled sheepishly at her and they both turn to face Dandy, the organizer of the heist.
By Brynn Kinard3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Journey
Title: "The Enchanted Journey" Subtitle: "A Magical Adventure through Time and Space" Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled deep in the heart of the English countryside, lived a young girl named Emily. Emily was a curious and imaginative child, always yearning for excitement and adventure. She spent her days exploring the lush green fields, climbing ancient trees, and getting lost in the enchanting stories she found in dusty books.
By Franco Armani3 years ago in Fiction
