Fantasy
Sometimes
Sometimes girls go missing. Sometimes they're all over the news, and people care. Sometimes though, people forget, as a new tragedy steals the headlines. Sometimes the men who took them go missing. Sometimes the reason the girls are never found is because it's too late for them, but not the men. Sometimes, it's not too late for me to find the men. Sometimes I go missing. Sometimes I disappear them slowly, making them endure what their victims suffered. Sometimes I do it quickly, so as to not introduce additional darkness into the world. Sometimes only monsters can fight monsters.
By M Dannenfelser3 years ago in Fiction
Late Again
The school was deserted, harsh fluorescents illuminating a lone figure: my son Sam, waiting patiently, eyes hollow in the twilight. An apology slipped from my lips, unanswered. The car's interior was unusually chilly. The rearview mirror showed Sam's reflection, but his eyes didn't gleam with their usual life. He seemed distorted, as if under rippling water. I blamed the late hour. As we neared home, I felt a growing unease. We pulled into the driveway. His reflection in the mirror was gone, leaving me to wonder who, or what, was sitting in the back seat, emitting a strange, guttural hum.
By M Dannenfelser3 years ago in Fiction
Jungle Phoenix
Ryvin checked his parachute again as he got ready to jump from the plane. His goal was to find the Phoenix and prove to everyone it was real. Looking out over the jungle, he spotted a few landmarks from his last visit. He was close now. The clearing past the bridge was coming up. It was the closest he could get to the ruins. They protected the entrance to a valley with a canopy so thick it was like being in the darkest night no matter what time of day it was. Ryvin nodded to the guy standing by the door waiting to close it after he jumped. Triple, checking that his pack was secure, he took the plunge and waved as he free fell for a few feet. Flipping and spreading his arms and legs, he slowed his descent. When he was at the proper height, he pulled the cord, grunting as his body jerked in its harness. Maneuvering himself into place, he touched down gently in the center of the clearing, running a few paces to gain momentum control. After securing his parachute in a pouch, Ryvin set off towards the ruins. His pace was steady and he would be there within three hours.
By Eileen Roof3 years ago in Fiction
The Jersey Devil
So the story goes: the Leed's woman gives birth to her unwanted 13th child, cursing it to be a devil. The night of its birth, it transforms: head of a horse, wings of a bat, and the terrible spade tail of a devil...
By Megan Baker (@thegothofsawpit)(@shadowsitheghoststrikebwr)3 years ago in Fiction
Book Adaptation
The publishing company finally agree to my unique terms. The contract they sign lets me keep 100% ownership of my new book. A memoir about my extravagant captivating life as an author who never reads. We began filming my successful writing career for the first ever reality TV type motion picture. This inspirational influential biopic had no dialog to ensure an incredible movie to graphic novel adaptation. With several film stills in between chapters + empty pages. Giving the readers freedom to tell my story in their own creative literary works because deep down we all want to express ourselves.
By Jose Elias3 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Tent
It looked like soil, unassuming. I ran my eyes across it to find its edge and failed. It was unfathomably large. My tent seemed comically bright with its yellow polyester splashed against the night. I’d felt the swelling and sinking beneath me as I had tried to sleep and stepped outside to realise that the trees around me swayed, but there was no wind, and the heat below had not left with the sun. I had pitched my tent in the worst place imaginable. On the back of a creature so large that the forest floor heaved with its breathing.
By Obsidian Words3 years ago in Fiction
