Fantasy
An Octopus With Attitude
Once upon a time in the depths of my imagination......I mean the sea, there lived the most flamboyant octopus called Octavia. She was a feisty little thing. She had eight tentacles, and each of those tentacles talked with their own different accents.
By Matthew Bolton4 years ago in Fiction
Breaking Reality
Everything is possible now. Almost everything. We're still trying to fix what we broke. We're trying to un-do the breaking. This isn't our last ditch effort though. We'll keep trying, until we all die. Until all of existence is destroyed, we will keep trying to save it.
By Kerry Williams4 years ago in Fiction
The Beautiful Liger
Zinabia was the most beautiful creature that I had ever seen. I stood in awe of her as I stared deeply into her turquoise-blue eyes. Strangely, I felt no fear whatsoever. Her lovely face bore symbols of a long bygone and nostalgic era. Within that face I saw wisdom, kindness, peace, complete and endless love embodying a curious blend of time. Her aura pulsated a mixture of the joy and pain of bearing the world upon her shoulders.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Go With Your Gut
What does my gut tell me? I asked myself. Always have to go with my gut. Prebiotics rule my diet. They feed my gut bacteria their delicious and nutritious fiber. This re-equilibrates the ratio of good-to-bad bacteria in my intestines. It behooves me to keep the ratio lopsided toward the good ones, lest I regret what my gut tells me.
By Gerard DiLeo4 years ago in Fiction
Daughter Of Fort Dawn
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. If you can stay awake to view this romantic setting, the old myth says it will grant you good luck. However, if you view the beautiful purple clouds with your lover, and make a wish together, that wish will come true.
By C.E. Mattison4 years ago in Fiction
Mystica
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The nightly display was a sign of hope for the future of Mystica; a future still left for the youth. It also happened too late in the evening for the youths to really enjoy it. However, if midnight was too late for young eyes to behold the spectacle of the cloud dance, then those old enough to enjoy it were just too old and jaded to appreciate it anymore.
By Kent Brindley4 years ago in Fiction
We have a ghost - Movie review
Dear viewers, We kindly request that those who have been review-bombing this movie to refrain from doing so. While we understand that the acting and dialogue may have been somewhat haphazard, and certain characters were not developed as well as they could have been, this film is still an exceptional piece of work that showcases clever humor, satire, and a great deal of emotional depth.
By Ponmuthu 0024 years ago in Fiction
Ivan's Rebellion: A Story of Communist Resistance in Rural Russia
In the small village of Rostov, nestled in the rolling hills of the Russian countryside, a group of farmers were struggling to make ends meet. The land was fertile, but the weather was unpredictable, and the taxes imposed by the local authorities were high.
By Nivinkalai 4 years ago in Fiction








