Fantasy
The Epic Battle for Survival
Once upon a time, in the vast savannahs of Africa, a pride of lions ruled over their territory with power and grace. The pride consisted of a majestic male lion named Simba, several lionesses, and their cubs. Simba was the undisputed leader of the pride, with his muscular build and impressive mane, which marked him as a dominant male. His lionesses were strong, swift, and skilled hunters, who worked together to bring down prey for the pride.
By SlingshotFN4 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Unexpected
Once upon a time, in a far-off kingdom, there lived a young princess named Adalyn. She was known throughout the land for her beauty, kindness, and intelligence. Her father, the king, doted on her and wanted nothing but the best for his beloved daughter. As a result, he arranged for her to marry the prince of a neighboring kingdom.
By SlingshotFN4 years ago in Fiction
The Day The Magic Died
Ironically it was Easter Sunday the day he died. The headlines ranged from “No More!” to “The silence has been broken”. The local paper in his hometown in Far North Queensland ran a piece entitled “The Day The Magic Died”. Everyone there knew who he was, and though their opinions were divided, he did manage to die respected. He fought hard and on his deathbed achieved what he might have called perfect victory.
By Adam Stanbridge4 years ago in Fiction
Ember's Escape: A Journey to Heal the World
The summer heat was suffocating, and the air thick with humidity. It was the kind of weather that made you feel like you were drowning in the very air you were breathing. But for Ember, coming to the end of their teenage years, the heat was the least of their worries.
By UniformPrism The Author4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures Of The Midnight Hours
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It’s my favourite time of the day. It really is the best time of the day and most people don’t even know it happens every night, as midnight strikes. Oh, what they are missing out on!
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Fiction
All the Lonely People
MONDAY I tap my foot nervously on the shiny marble floor as I watch the numbers descend. I’m going to be late… again. It really wasn’t my fault. I’d had my hours swapped with George this week, so he could leave work in time to pick his kids up from school, while his wife recuperated from surgery. I now needed to be in the office by 10.00 instead of 8.30. You’d think that would make me early. However, since I was finishing later, I’d tried to get to the gym in the morning. Well that was a mistake. It was either shower and be late, or skip the shower and arrive stinky and sweaty. I figure that my coworkers would prefer a late me, than a pungent me.
By Muhammad Zeshan4 years ago in Fiction
Victim of War
There was a loud whistle in his ear. The type that comes after loud noises or maybe strong hits, he couldn’t tell. Everything went completely blank, and then it was all darkness. His body was numb and cold. Without any choice in the matter, he went to sleep.
By Victor Chavarria4 years ago in Fiction
Pit
I’ve never been fully committed to anything. I used to practice karate, I quit; I studied law, I quit that; I also figured out a very peaceful way to get up at six in the morning, I wake up at noon. My friend — I mean, ex-friend, Camila, used to try to help me with this by telling me, “If you do this, I will get you a cupcake” or some other pastry product and most of the time I followed through, but our relationship ended on account of her husband helping her accomplish things by telling her, “If you don’t eat that pasta, I’ll have sex with you.” On Thursdays, I go to the grocery store which is the only thing I’ve committed to in the past 6 months. Last week, I saw this mom yelling at her children, an older man talking to his possibly dead wife, and this person squeezing and throwing avocados into their basket. They threw them with such force, but with a simple elegance; As they did this we made eye contact, it was extremely brief, but I think I’m in love? — No, it’s lust.
By Reese Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
