Fantasy
"The Fury of the Skies: The Story of the Harpy, the Winged Monster"
In the high skies above the earth, there lived a fearsome creature known as the harpy. It was a monster with the body of a bird and the head of a woman, and it was feared by all who lived below. The harpy was known for its piercing shrieks and its sharp talons, and it was said that anyone who heard its cry would be driven mad with fear.
By shree nagesh4 years ago in Fiction
Forever After
Margarita walked out the gentle surf, got to her favorite palm and stretched on the soft sand in the fluttering shade. As usual, she did not have a towel, but Margarita knew the warm breeze will dry her skin quickly. And the hair… well, her hair was long now, so it’d take a while to dry.
By Vadim Kagan4 years ago in Fiction
The Ever After Glow
Sandy’s son, Michael, visited his mom in the assisted living facility. He chatted about his hunt for a sailboat to live on and cruise the Caribbean. Sandy’s initial reaction was negative, she wanted him close to her, but as she listened, she started to dream about spending time in warm turquoise waters.
By Mary Haynes4 years ago in Fiction
Red. Third Place in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Fantasy Fiction. Top Story - January 2023.
Fur on the inch of old, cold coffee is grey. The day breaking in at Bly’s window is grey, and a sleepless night hangs grey from her eyes. Do something. Her thoughts are grey. Clean. Start with the vacuum, but the bag is full. So empty it. Bins are full. Empty them. Can’t think where the fresh liners are. Shower. Water runs cold, only a glassy shave of soap left. Scum in the dish is grey. Tiles are grey, cold and grey.
By Lauren Everdell4 years ago in Fiction
A New Chapter in Greg's Life
The "Diary of the Wimpy Kid" series, written by Jeff Kinney, has captured the hearts of readers young and old. The series follows the antics of the lovable yet mischievous Greg Heffley as he navigates the ups and downs of middle school. With its relatable characters and hilarious situations, the "Diary of the Wimpy Kid" series has become a staple in children's literature.
By Student's dream4 years ago in Fiction
The Bookshop
The bookshop sits at the edge of the last village, in the very corner of the world. Those who pass it on their travels know it to be very, very old. Any contemplation of quite how old it might be, or how a book shop could have stood in a place that did not always exist, since before the concept of a book, or even a village, came to be, causes only confusion, and a mild headache, so people do not contemplate it. Such eternal truths are not for them… Not until their time has come.
By Lorelei Russell4 years ago in Fiction
The Legacy of the Ringmakers: An Adventure in the Far Reaches of Space
"The Ringworld Legacy" In the far-flung reaches of the galaxy, there was a world unlike any other. It was a massive artificial structure, a ring of matter rotating around a central sun, creating an artificial environment capable of sustaining life. It was called the Ringworld, and it was the legacy of an ancient and technologically advanced race, the Ringmakers.
By Student's dream4 years ago in Fiction
An unlikely warning
An Unlikely warning. Angels do not always have wings The soft white sand seemed to go on forever, the sea to my left so blue and calm, while to my right the trees and shrubs looked so green. The wind was so light nothing moved. I had slipped off my shoes to feel the warm dry sand between my toes as I walked so slow along the heavenly shore. The sun was fresh risen from that endless sea, still cool enough for skin and head. I was wearing just my beach shorts and carrying my sandals. This was paradise on earth, a tiny tropical island with no commercial development, in fact no development at all since no one lived here. The island had only rainfall to feed its lush plant growth, a few indigenous fishermen had landed their canoes here at odd times over the years but never settled, never claimed it as belonging to anyone. My sailing yacht was moored in a tiny bay, which was now on the other side of the island. I could walk round it in an hour if I did not dawdle and keep looking at shells or plants. Cutting across the interior was no problem, just tall grass, palm and coconut trees and the occasional thicket of thorn bush. No animals had settled here, the birdlife was seaborn, and transient, no cliffs to nest on but no predators either. I am 55 years old retired with money stashed away in various banks around the world, I keep it that was as a hedge against any particular currency collapsing and to make it harder for anyone, especially the taxation authorities, to know just how much I am worth. To tell the truth I am not sure myself, but I do not care. I have no family, never married, not know of any children I have sired. No responsibilities or cares, I drift around the warmer and more pleasant seas, in my own little ocean-going bubble.
By Peter Rose4 years ago in Fiction
The Unstoppable Love of a Superhero and a Mortal
It all started when she was just a young girl. She had discovered her powers, her incredible strength and her ability to fly. It was a gift, but it was also a curse. She was different, not like other people. People feared her, whispered about her behind her back, and called her names. But she didn't let it get to her. She learned to control her powers, to use them for good, and to protect the people she loved.
By AJ Digital4 years ago in Fiction
