Fantasy
I’m Watching You
I stood in the tall corn stalks, quietly watching Jenny. I loved watching her, smelling her wafting perfume. She couldn’t see me, but I could see her. I slowed my breathing so she couldn’t hear me. I crouched down to remain hidden until I was ready to ambush. I was grinding my teeth, patiently waiting. My fists clenched, I was almost ready. “Charlie, come out from hiding. Dinners ready,” she shouted. I jumped out and yelled “boo” loudly. “Oh, Charlie, you scared me. You’re such a silly child,” she said. “One day, I’ll really scare you,” I said, smiling deviously.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Magic Chalk
I was scribbling with chalk, entranced in a spell and another portal opened. I was transported to world ninety two. I still haven’t found my way home, but have made several friends along the way. I’ve discovered several new sentient intellectual species, learned their language and technological advancements, and now a few of them follow me from world to world. When I eventually find my way back to Earth, I’ll have an army of aliens to advance the planet. World ninety two was mostly desert and behemoth sand worms. I’ll learn to ride them and take one with me.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Eyes in the Darkness
Have you ever awakened in the middle of the night with that disturbing feeling that you are being watched? You comfort your children, letting them know that there is no monster under the bed. Also, the man standing in their room is really only the shadow of their coat or jacket. But who is there to comfort you? Who is going to tell you that there is no monster in your room? Exactly what are the glowing eyes that you see? Why are they getting closer? Don’t scream. It’s too late. It got you now.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
The Sound of Autumn
Wings flutter, small fingers pulling on a single purple leaf. A swarm of black feathers and a call break the silence, the crow missed its target, yet the leaf is now free. It falls, the fingers still gripping tight, as crystalline wings begin to crinkle, and skin begins to fade, the leaf turns from purple to red as its jailbreaker melts away. The forest floor is a hush of falling leaves, as one more is added. The crinkle of footsteps isn't the dying leaves, but the bones of faeries who set them free.
By Steph Ruff3 years ago in Fiction
Time Travel Possibility.
Once upon a time, there was a man named Jack who had just graduated from college and was trying to figure out what to do with his life. Jack was passionate about music and had always dreamed of becoming a successful musician. However, he was also practical and knew that pursuing a career in music was risky and uncertain.
By Bashir Ndawula3 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Stories
Stories make up the world we live in. They teach us how to live, how to feel. Providing grand adventures for those that read them. Stories have been with us before the beginning written in stone. From stone to paper. Pages bleeding words of enchantment. Now we type our stories to devices never thought to be created.
By Amber Zajec3 years ago in Fiction
The Terrible Ninja
I was bad at karate. I was bad with weapons. My mask kept falling off and exposing my identity. When I took out my sword the handle hit my face. My trainer believed in me though. He kept practicing with me until I was good. He sent me on a mission to save a kidnapped girl. I rescued her using my new skills. I got back to Nija camp and it had been taken over by giant demonic flying gorillas. I slayed them all, saving the day. Then I returned the kidnapped girl to her parents. Everyone was happy.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Luna
We never thought we'd ever make it this far. Humans should've died off as soon as the sun imploded, yet humanity still existed centuries later amidst frozen tundras & underwater facilities. The planet spun off course through space without the sun to keep it in orbit, and so the dim light of random moons and stars was all anyone earthside knew. Under the water, cities only knew artificial light.
By Josey Pickering3 years ago in Fiction
