Fantasy
Little Blackbird
The shine of the light blinded her. She could see nothing of The Power and The Omnipotence before her. She had never before been granted an audience with The Omega before this moment. She had not sought the attention she now had been granted. The gravity of her prayer had grounded and humbled The Empathy before which she found herself. She gently folded the ivory and golden feathers that protruded from her shoulder blades around herself as she knelt before The Kind.
By Brittney Krischel4 years ago in Fiction
It Lurks Among the Pine
As I write this, the mountains seem so dark and damp from the freshly fallen snow; too early in the season to settle on the forest floor. Incandescent yellows and fiery orange leaves climb the mountainside in broad strokes among the primarily piney wood.
By Willow Cinders4 years ago in Fiction
"The Friends Who Never Left: A Tale of the Supernatural"
The Friends Who Never Left Prologue: It had been years since the group of friends had last seen each other, but they had never forgotten the bond they shared. They had grown up together, going to school and spending their summers at the local swimming pool, and they had always promised to stay in touch no matter what.
By Ajith kumar4 years ago in Fiction
The 5 worst movies of 2022 at the global box office
1. Amsterdam A horrendous film can exhaust. Or then again it tends to be paralyzingly, head-scratchingly WTF indistinguishable. Or on the other hand it tends to be capriciously irritating and in affection with that very part of itself. David O. Russell's peculiar disaster deals with the questionable qualification of being each of the three on the double. All along, as Christian Bale (in one fugly make-up evolution too far) and John David Washington natter at one another about a looming post-mortem because of reasons that altogether escape the crowd, the film apparently can't decide what's going on with it. Set in a 1930s America that seems as though it's under glass, "Amsterdam" uncovers Bale, Washington and Margot Robbie to be essential for the most un-sizzling of circles of drama — yet the genuine plot is about an endeavored fundamentalist takeover, which really occurred. When the film arrives, you wish that Russell could simply begin once again with that reality and trench the twee failure to discharge he made up.
By David Nwogu4 years ago in Fiction
Rebel Against: The Alien Uprising
The Abduction It was a typical Wednesday evening when it happened. Sarah had just finished her shift at the grocery store and was walking home when she saw the bright lights in the sky. At first, she thought it was just a helicopter or some other aircraft. But as the lights descended closer and closer, she realized it was something else entirely.
By Zohaib Sunesara4 years ago in Fiction
Lahith's Song
Lanith cracked the femur of the deer and sucked the warm rich morrow with satisfaction. Dropping the broken bone in the pile with the others she felt replete, ready for another week or more of tending her eggs in her mountainlair. Her feeling of contentment vanished, with a deep growl she realized something was wrong, that tickling of awareness, that seed of life she could feel from her three eggs had diminished by one, something was wrong! With a running leap she spread her huge wings and with a cracking upward surge she was airborne, nearly blowing over small trees with her wings back draft. She circled to gain altitude then did a flat glide. Aided with massive thrusts of her wings back to her lair. Halfway back she recoiled in flight as if struck by unseen forces, the second awareness had gone out, like a dying fire, she renewed her flight, striving to get home before that last flicker could go out.
By MICHAEL ROSS AULT4 years ago in Fiction
The window of truth
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had been locked away in this dark, dreary house for as long as she could remember, her only source of light and life being the boy who lived in the room next door.
By HermitsHouse4 years ago in Fiction
What is meant to be
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It had been years since the walls of the city went up, enclosing them all in a suffocating, bleak existence. She didn't even know what the sky looked like anymore, or the feel of the sun on her skin. All she had were the stories that he told her, of a world full of colour and life, of mountains and oceans and forests. It was a world that she had always longed to see, but knew she never would.
By HermitsHouse4 years ago in Fiction
