Fantasy
When Life Loses Composure
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. If it weren't for Daddy’s frequent naps, she'd never be able to experience the sliver of reality that was only visible through the small rectangular hole in the wall. His naps were frequent, but not long, so she had to move quickly if she wanted to look outside. However, as if he had a spy in the room, like a mouse that told on her each time she sneaked a peak, he seemed to always know when she had looked. He would wake up and storm to her room, his frustration evident, but suppressed, as he warned her for the second or third time that day not to look at the outside world. This warning would lead to an argument where she would plead to know why. Daddy would never answer, not directly. His explanations seemed to be nothing more than excuses, and sometimes, he would simply reiterate his authority as Daddy.
By Rick Pension4 years ago in Fiction
The Chosen; Chapter 1
My hand tightens on Mother's as we approach the temple. Mother's hand tightens on mine. I look up to find her smiling at me reassuringly before looking ahead again. I continue to let her lead me along through the crowd also moving toward the temple. I recognize many faces from town.
By Katarzyna Crevan4 years ago in Fiction
Curse of the Black Blade
I write these words of warning on the 18th of Rot in the 467th year of Rebirth. My name is Otto Wahl, and I record here, in brief, my story so that they may deter any who in spite of my precautions may come upon my remains. It is with a hardened heart and forged resolution I prepare to surrender my mortal body to the Gods of the Mist by my own hand. It is written that your deeds in life determine the worth of your soul, and I can but pray that the fate of my impending immortality is weighed not by the actions of my hand but of the fury with which I fought to stop the curse which had taken hold of my heart so many years ago, and now my final attempt at ending its long reign once and for all.
By Johan Jarl4 years ago in Fiction
Star People
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Clairice married him, hoping they could escape through it, but now she realizes how foolish she was. All she could do was gaze at this other world and long for the day when she could have her freedom. Meanwhile, Morgan had become accustomed to this world and his newfound status. In this world, no one saw the scars from his accident as a child. No one turned away. Being here allowed him to be free from those prying eyes. Here they didn’t see anything but a cosmos. A person’s ‘skin’ per se looked like a galaxy of stars had taken human form—a literal twinkle in someone’s eye. At first, coming here, his eyes were blue and his hair a muddy blonde. No longer did he have the soft shoulder-length muddy blonde hair she remembered. Now it was the darkest black with shimmering constellations. Oh, how she longed to see his ocean-blue eyes again, without the stars. Maybe this spot on her hand was hope that she would again return to the old world and again to the beauty of the quiet cottage that lay just beyond reach. She could see it through the window, a place unknown to her since she had been here so long.
By Faith MaryEllen Caselman4 years ago in Fiction
