Fantasy
FIRST FLIGHT
Bryan Clark led the way, enveloped in what seemed to be a perfectly natural (to him) blaze, leaving little flame trails in his dust. Adam and Ellis Eve, the twins, were translucent images of their human states, thereby seeming so much lighter; and, either way, it just looked cool to see them flying about as little more than phantoms. Angela Riese (aptly enough, given her beauty and majesty) had sprouted angel wings. A falcon always soaring near her immediate vicinity added to her aura of majesty. Corey Gould seemed to be made of gold and had adopted a golden platform to buzz around on. Vance Artex's lower body had seemed to disappear into a twister that didn't even disturb his stupid cowboy hat to remind us of his place of origins (as if his cringey accent didn't give him away). Then there was me; a homely, portly sixteen-year-old highschool sophomore who's class's highest social castes always did equate to (aptly enough) a blimp.
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction
The Guild of Golden Lilies
I. Eiren leaned against Fyneas' spine, enjoying the rush of wind in her hair as the dragon soared through the clouds. Jespa sat beside her, her face stoic as always, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger. They had been flying for hours, and the bag of stolen gold they carried between them felt heavier with each passing moment. But for Eiren, the adrenaline rush of their escape was still coursing through her veins, making her feel invincible.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 years ago in Fiction
The Day She Flew...
Running, that's all she's ever known. There's something or someone that is chasing her and she is trying to get away; she must reach freedom. She cannot let the bad get her, it cannot reach her or it will consume her. So she's running and all of a sudden she takes flight and she's flying around this room in this dark, danky warehouse. She's flying as hard and as high as she can but it's just not high enough or far enough and soon the gnarled, twisted hand will reach her and grab her. She'll be smothered out, her light eternally put into darkness. She's getting tired and can't go on much further so she frantically searches for an open door or window somewhere. A crack big enough for her to fit through, something anything so she can escape. She's hitting her head and bumping her wings on the ceiling and on the low hanging lights that are in the warehouse, about to give up even though she knows she can't but what is she to do? When suddenly there is a broken window she hasn't spotted before and even though the bad is grabbing at her, gnashing it's teeth at her she darts towards her only chance at freedom. She makes it but just barely. She's suddenly blasted with a light so bright she momentarily cannot see but she keeps flying. The bad is right on her tail and it's going to get her she can feel it. She can almost see it's face so she flys faster and harder hoping to get away. She tries to fly higher but she just can't seem to fly any higher than it's grasp. She fly's through the trees at an angle and zooms over pools of water. Suddenly, she starts to notice more and more the beauty that surrounds her and suddenly she realizes that the bad thing is gone. It has vanished beneath her. Suddenly, with a burst of energy she soars ever higher towards the big blue sky with the white puffy clouds. She's always wanted to explore the sky so up, up, up she goes. It's so very blue the further up you go. Everything down below just appears as a speck; a small nothing if you will as if all that bad that loomed over her just moments before wasn't all that terrifying after all. It was as it turned out just a bit of nothing. It turns out that your troubles may all be about perspective. The closer you are they seem quite large and looming but the further away you get they seem small and not so troublesome. Even the mountains seemed but a speck from this height. She decided after a time to swoop in a little closer though and there she saw the white snowy caps on the mountains high. The deer, squirrels and other woodland creatures rooming about in the forest going about their day. She saw a mama wolf stopping by a creek with her pups for some fresh mountain creek water. There was so much more beauty really than all the bad that had been chasing her all her life. As it turned out all she had to do was look at things from a different perspective and by spending a day in the sky above she had realized this was true. She found that she particularly liked the forest and so it was there that she decided to find her respite. She found an old tree that had clearly been around for some years and there was already a hollowed out hole in the old tree so she quickly gathered some twigs and things for her nest and settled in for the night. She was so tired. What would tomorrow bring? Would she still be able to take flight? If so, where oh where should she go?
By Lindsey Altom3 years ago in Fiction
The Power and Significance of Fiction: A Look at its Impact on Society
Fiction is a genre of literature that tells stories about imaginary or made-up people, places, and events. It is a broad category that encompasses various forms of storytelling, including novels, short stories, plays, and films. Fiction has been an integral part of human culture for centuries, and its popularity has only increased with the advent of modern technology and media. In this essay, I will explore the significance of fiction and its impact on society.
By Huzaifa Ishtiaq3 years ago in Fiction




