Fantasy
Kickstart
The chlorine in the motel pool made even the water feel as dry as the rest of the dusty desert town; the sort of dryness you can feel at the back of your throat and in your sinuses. Still, it was one of the few places Cordelia felt at home, her bleached and brittle hair a testament to hours spent beneath the surface. The teenager spent nearly every moment she wasn’t working behind the motel’s counter swimming in idle circles around the nearly-always-empty pool, including this afternoon.
By Tiffany Mercer3 years ago in Fiction
Topsy-Turvy Curiosity
After my airship went down, it was all uphill from here. How? It may seem like an oxymoron at first glance, so let me tell you the story of how my fortunes flip-flopped from one end to the other from what otherwise could have been a disaster.
By Caitlin Porter3 years ago in Fiction
Heir to a Kingdom
A thin line of light separated the ever-darkening horizon, but it was not the setting sun. This light did not reflect off the ocean, it was too weak and was not actually on the water. It trailed around the cove coming ever closer. They were coming.
By Lark Sandoval3 years ago in Fiction
Power
For thousands of years the Phoenix Clan has ruled the kingdom. All of the other clans that have ever opposed them have been easily defeated. For the past 200 years the Phoenix Clan had been led by King Allistar. He was said to be a fair ruler but he was also known not to be crossed. He was indeed the most powerful man in the Kingdom. He also led the most powerful army in the kingdom. He was set to rule forever. That was until he met Selenthis.
By Tyrone Livingston3 years ago in Fiction
Iris, Prince Don, and the Phoenix Feather Lantern, Part 1
A single sob escaped Prince Don's lips at the sight of his mother lying in bed, grey as stone, eyes fixed unseeing on the ceiling. Then he drew a deep solid breath, squared his shoulders, and nodded to his father, King Les Ashe, who was standing next to the bed. He had been gazing down at his incapacitated wife when their son entered - not with love, as far as said son could tell, but then, he had never seen his parents look at each other with love. Theirs was a marriage of treaties. Many of which would be vulnerable were his mother to die. Or continue in her current state.
By Peri Livesey3 years ago in Fiction
