Fantasy
"Altering History: The Time Traveler's Mission to Stop the Atomic Bombs"
As she stepped into the time portal, the time traveler knew that she was about to embark on a dangerous mission. Her goal was to alter one of the most pivotal moments in history, an event that had forever changed the course of the world. She was determined to prevent the atomic bombs from being dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945, but she knew that the consequences of her actions could be disastrous. Despite the risks, she was determined to try, and she was willing to risk everything to make it happen.
By ABDUL MUSARAF4 years ago in Fiction
The Killer Doll Chucky
The Killer Doll Chucky: Chucky is a fictional character from the horror movie franchise "Child's Play." The character is a Good Guy doll that is possessed by the soul of a notorious serial killer named Charles Lee Ray, who transfers his consciousness into the doll just before dying in a police shootout.
By Honor White Angel4 years ago in Fiction
Another Moment Of Love
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. In this world, they say the purple clouds brings back the souls of our loved ones once a year. Once the colour changes, their souls go back to rest, disappearing until the next year the phenomenon decides to happen. No one knows how this occurs and when it decides to. But no one has ever tried to find out. It seemed as though people just wanted to have solace and comfort with their loved ones, and didn't need any explanations or scientific reasoning behind it.
By Birithivy Yogaratnam4 years ago in Fiction
Sparrow One
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. He had seen yellow clouds that shone like flickering torches. How many times had he caught crimson clouds that smoldered and popped? Or blue clouds that brought a terrible chill? But never, in all seventy-two long years of his life, had he ever snatched a purple cloud.
By Tanner Orel4 years ago in Fiction
Cauzmantis Villinatus
At 45 years old Cauzmantis knew that his rule had left things to be desired. It had been a very long time since Cauzmantis was 18 and taking over the land as a young ruler. Supported by defectors of the crown and believers of the myth the young Cauzmantis rose to power. Of course being 18, and a believed descendant of the great CauZ, the expectations may have been a bit lofty. Cauzmantis had managed to protect his subjects against death and starvation. In his own eyes Cauzmantis had felt like he had built a suitable kingdom. Well maybe he could admit it was less than suitable. For example Cauzmantis ordered the kingdom to be repaired in segments. First Cauzmantis brought greatness back to the grand hall of the castle; and then the chapel, followed by the ball room. Years continued to tick on and soon Cauzmantis got around to re building the wine cellar. Then came the nursery for his daughter Retta. The royal chambers and service quarters were improved upon. For a while the gradual progress was spectacular and folks marveled at the progress. He was called the great King of the outer lands and hier to the CauZ promise land! As years went on so did time in between construction. His last renovation was a major improvement to the space and secrecy of the throne room. The throne room became the only place a Royal could seek privacy. At age 45, Cauzmantis had yet to restore the library, the military strategy room nor the workshop. The biggest shame of all being the dismal library, to have a castle without the knowledge was worse than not having a castle at all. Cauzmantis had a wife, who was now 43 years old, Eve and a daughter who was now 26, Retta. At this time he was considered a small time leader with a decent amount of people with a decent amount of food and resources. As well as a less than desired amount of reserve gold and silver. The army protecting the kingdom was decent and so some might say that Cauzmantis himself was a decent king. To his defense the resources the kingdom had were sustaining the population without fear. The morale of his subjects, on the other hand, was neutral. In a good kingdom or great Kingdom the subjects would be content and happy. Folks were neither terribly happy or terribly sad about their King and their lives. The king himself was content. He had a wife, and a daughter who was 26 and unmarried. Cauzmantis had made 0 sacrifices to any Gods and had not executed a single person under his rule. He had been to battle twice and had won both times. Only 134 troops had been injured under his leadership. The houses in the city were ok, there was training for the archers but by average archers. There was also training for swordsmen but nothing that could have prepared the men for the might of the other armies. Yet there was food and resources and a bit of gold. So Cauzmantis was content. Everything changed when Cauzmantis strolled into the throne room and saw a letter his wife Eve had written to be sent. Upon reading the entirety his heart sank and his body slouched into his oversized throne. The letter written by his dear wife shared a plea to her father to save her daughter from Cauzmantis and his joke of a kingdom. She vividly described the details of her misery to her father, stating that Cauzmantis had failed to secure any powerful alliances leaving Retta no viable suitors. The letter mentioned how the keep was dismal, sawmills; unproductive, the farm lands; scarce, and to Eve's ultimate dissatisfaction there was not an acceptable library. Eve wrote her father of the dangers of Retta's love for literature and how she had to go into town to get books. Cauzmantis sat in his chair holding the letter and feeling defeated. He had become overwhelmed by his wife's letter. He had no idea of her true feelings towards him. There were so many things he had done wrong, so many days he had let go to waste. After over an hour of sulking and self criticism, Cauzmantis concluded he was a failure. The realization hit him hard like an amateur horseman would hit a pedistarian. After a long hopeless emotional trip Cauzmantis finally felt free and light. He took a deep breath and straightened his back. Cauzmantis declared that morning that with the remaining breathe in his lungs he would bring glory to himself and his family. He would be the King his wife could be proud of and the King his daughter needed. Cauzmantis remembered the crazy prophecies that were spoken of him in the beginning of his rise to power. When Cauzmantis was a young man he tried his best to ignore all the legends and myths. But they began to resurface and swirl around his mind as he thought of his future. Cauzmantis knew he needed to focus all his energy on his new goals. Cauzmantis made plans that morning to begin the library and to modernize the keep. He hoped to return the kingdom to glory and get Retta, his princess the best suitors the land had to offer. Cauzmantis Villinatus shouted orders into the fresh morning air and the folks around saw a "new" Cauzmantis. A man they believed had disappeared. The king was back again new and improved. Cauzmantis paid a visit to
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Fiction
The Nykkjen
All appears well on the lake. The sun is almost completely hidden by the mountains, leaving multitudes of green, pink, and gold lights close behind. Already, the stars appear in the dark blue and black canvas. As beautiful as the lake was in the day, and full of life and fun, all was magnificent with the night all around, croaking frogs on lily pads, fish swimming and resting peacefully, dragonflies and fireflies streaking through the dark, bringing more beauty to the scene, and other night creatures stopped by to drink from the cool water. But out of all the sights and sounds of the lake, the most beautiful, most painful, and the most unfathomable, was the echoing twine of a fiddle.
By Shelby R Perez4 years ago in Fiction
A Tyranny of Purple
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. I hated those goddamn clouds. The klaxons would sound, the whistles trilled, echoing down the cobbled alleyways. Windows clanged shut, doors slammed. And the world, in a matter of seconds, fell silent.
By Aaron Steele4 years ago in Fiction
Brigida. Second Place in Time Traveler Challenge. Top Story - March 2023.
Large and looming, the arch and thrust of the joists make for a perfect hanging place. The red wood-planked sides rise tall to meet the posts that knit the walls together, while the white trim that outlines the crisscrossed wooden doors glows brightly in the dusky light of Montague, Massachusetts.
By S.J. Frederick4 years ago in Fiction
Unstopped War!
"War" "War" King looked at the troops standing in front of him, where did these white men come from, what is the need to wage war on our country? Whose handiwork is all this, are the gods putting their hands on our heads and making us go to war? When are they going to declare war?
By MUTHUSELVAM O4 years ago in Fiction
