Fantasy

The Call
Margaret was exhausted after her grandmother's funeral. She remained behind, in her grandmother's house to tidy up and to start boxing her grandmother's items away.
By Adrianne Kirksey3 years ago in Fiction
A Beacon of Hope
Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom named Solara, there lived a young princess named Aurora. Solara was known for its enchanting beauty and magical wonders. Aurora, however, possessed a unique gift—a deep connection with nature. She could communicate with animals and had the ability to perceive the ebb and flow of the elements.
By -C.A.R.3 years ago in Fiction
Spring's Serenade
With the first warm rays, I arose from winter's sleep. All around, the world shimmered in hues of green and pink. I kicked off my shoes, joining a cluster of daffodils in their sunlit dance. The brook's laughter echoed as I splashed barefoot, every droplet playing a melody of spring. A ladybug landed on my thumb, its tiny legs a ticklish whisper. The sweet aroma of blooming lilacs filled the air, a perfumed sonnet to the season. In this moment, spring and I were one; a symphony of joy in a world reawakening.
By Tyler Rowe3 years ago in Fiction
Volume 2: The Lord of the Rings
"The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" Part 2 takes us deeper into the epic journey through Middle-earth. Directed by Peter Jackson, the film continues the adventure from the first installment, as Frodo Baggins (Elijah Wood) and his loyal friend Samwise Gamgee (Sean Astin) edge closer to Mount Doom to destroy the One Ring.
By Mohammed Askee3 years ago in Fiction
Mammoth Reincarnate
I remember walking these plains, lifetimes ago; I feel it in my bones. I used to walk, 12 feet tall and miles in a day. My long coat kept out the worst of the cold, but dangers were all around...
By Megan Baker (@thegothofsawpit)(@shadowsitheghoststrikebwr)3 years ago in Fiction
Tectonic Times
After the funeral, the mountain range disappeared. It wasn’t fog. Rather, a swallowing. Folks hissed in their homes, "goodbye resale value” (expressed as, “our poor ecosystem” in the grocery stores).
By A. Lenae3 years ago in Fiction
The Genie
As Nadia walked down the dark alley way, she saw something gleaming before her. As she got closer, the object appeared to be one of those "genie lamps" she often saw in cartoons, like "Aladdin".
By Adrianne Kirksey3 years ago in Fiction
The Headless Horseman
So it happened one dark, stormy night; isn't that always how it goes? We crossed a haunted bridge that night, when suddenly we heard hoof-beats approaching.
By Megan Baker (@thegothofsawpit)(@shadowsitheghoststrikebwr)3 years ago in Fiction
The God's Trickery
The reverberating of each stone as it was placed in its designated location rang through the midnight air. The pounding of stone against stone was almost unbearable as she roused in her chambers, unable to fall into her trans-like sleep. Her heartbeat against the echo of stone, knowing her entire future lay in the hands of such foolishness and trickery.
By O.M. Vireaux3 years ago in Fiction
Psyche
I have to untangle myself from several layers of sleep. Deep within a cavernous space inside my mind, I spend the night running through Psyche, limbs scratched from electrodes; fingers nimble, tearing at the stringy material of dreams.
By Rayne 3 years ago in Fiction
The Deific Quill and the Inaccessible Lore
Issachardore, an augural realm where the Elysian ether jigged with reality, a young Isacharrian scribe longed for a deific quill said to pen prophetic verses. Its presence, a tantalizing metaphor of Empyrean wisdom and power, hovered beyond his reach. He steadily strained, yet the quill remained as elusive as the fast-fading morning mist. With an understated grace, he retreated. Alone with an ordinary quill, ink, and parchment, he found solace, whispering, “I yearned for the quill’s sign, but its absence illuminated a truth—the mightiest wisdom isn’t within enchanted objects, but in the ordinary stories we weave with honesty and courage.”
By Ogbonnaya Agom-Eze3 years ago in Fiction
A Magical Journey: Confessions
The trees were thick, and there was no trail to follow. "I confess, this wasn't how I expected to spend my summer vacation."
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction