Fantasy
Blatherskite
1 - A quiet wait We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. There was only two of us occupying the four-wheel drive monster that was chosen for this mission. Lolli was driving while I consulted the map; it was not hard to find the cabin, now we just needed to wait. When we pulled up to the cabin, I got out and assessed our situation. There was only the one road, no back way out, that was good. I double checked to make sure our tracks had been properly concealed, they were. I also made a mental note to let Sax know that the vehicle, her new invention, worked like a charm. We found a good place to conceal our conveyance and then we entered the cabin.
By Floyd Doolittle4 years ago in Fiction
The Weekend
“We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A framed cabin. Joe was brimming with anticipation. For he was now, after ten years of living as man, and wife finally ready to propose and officially make Kayla his wife. The pair were conversation less as they approached their Airbnb. Kayla looked over at joe who seemed unusually giddy, was bobbing his head to the music. Kayla was restless, not just in this moment, but with their relationship, and with life in general. This was the couples second vacation together in ten years. She looked at Joe feeling a bit of pity for him he was so happy and yet so dangerously unaware that this was to be their last getaway together. Kayla had over the ten years gotten away on her own. In fact, over the ten years had done too much alone. She had expressed her dis- satisfaction on numerous occasions. However, he made no change. The closer they got to the cabin the more she began to dread the outcome of this weekend. They pulled up, and It was by no means average. Kayla looked over at Joe again but this time with a worried look. Babe this place is beautiful. Joe proudly replied I know and you haven’t even seen the inside yet. This must have been really expensive she said. Joe hopped out the car, come on babe I'll get the bags, you go on inside. Joe hands Kayla a key, she takes the key, pausing for a moment. Joe how do you already have the ke? Oh, they mailed it to me, go inside.
By Kyss Major4 years ago in Fiction
The Rescued
A few years ago, I was published as part of an anthology project surrounding the concept that there was life on Venus. We collaborated on world-building, and it was a lot of fun! Unfortunately, the publisher had to close, and so the anthology can no longer be found on Amazon. This was the story I published.
By Chelsea Magwire4 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Globe
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was as if I had entered the magical world of the snow globe I had kept next to my bed all my life. It is one of my most prized possessions. When I turned twelve years old, my grandmother gave it to me when she took over caring for me when my parents passed away. The world is how you perceive it to be is engraved on the bottom. There is a beautiful cabin on a hillside inside the snow globe.
By E. L. Ashbury4 years ago in Fiction
Killer Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin, excitement slowly building in my chest. I looked to my right at my new girlfriend Suzanna, Suzi for short, man she was gorgeous with long red hair, and bright green eyes with a perfect dusting of freckles across her face. She had a body to kill for, the buttons of her blouse straining to hold her shirt closed, and her leggings leaving almost nothing to the imagination. She was quite the opposite of Rebecca who was sitting in the passenger seat. Rebecca was very plain; hell, a flagpole had more curves than her. She had mousey brown hair with dull brown eyes, her clothes refused to flatter her body and she always seemed a little lost. That would leave Alice who was the driver of this trip. She had raven black hair with icy blue eyes and a face that seemed allergic to smiling. She was quite beautiful to look at, but to be honest she kind of scared me. I hope she won’t be a problem this weekend.
By David Dawsey4 years ago in Fiction
The Prince & The Warlock
The Prince & The Warlock Once upon a time there was a young 16-year-old prince named Ryuga of the kingdom of Zerapha. One day the prince was doing some training in order to become a knight. After months of tutelage. Ryuga’s master, Sir Ivan, assigned him to gather an eagle feather, a piece of quartz and a wolf pelt in order to complete his training and become a full fledged Knight of Zerapha. The eager prince wasted no time mounting his horse Silver and setting off on his quest to find the three items. Ryuga encountered a vicious Timberwolf bent on eating him and Silver while prowling through the woods. The prince fiercely fought off the animal with his sword and shield although he received a few claw marks on his knee and left arm. However, Ryuga slayed the powerful wolf with a strong slash to its heart, and skinned the beast’s grayish-white fur pelt. After gaining an Eagle feather from climbing the highest tree in the forest. Ryuga struggled to find the quartz that would complete his test until he found some men harshly beating a man tied to a tree. So tell us where you hid the vault keys, fool! Easy there mate this guy is unpredictable; isn't that right Voren? The tied-up man made a cocky smile and said, then you should know better than to do something stupid like this.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Paths of the lost
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The last month had been the hardest of her life and now it was just her and the puppy, the puppy that she had got for her son before, that dreadful day. One tragic night had changed her life so dramatically that she hadn’t had time to come to terms with it. A month ago, she and her loving, darling husband had gone on a trip with their son, her son, it was such a lovely trip the first they had taken together, and it started like the kind of family trip that they would talk about for years to come. All good things come to an end though and if she had known how devastating it would turn, she would have insisted they stay in the safety of their home, in one night she had lost everything. She hated thinking about the night, but the nightmares insisted the memories stay at the for front of her mind.
By Pheobe Walker 4 years ago in Fiction
On the streets of... #2
I spent every free minute of the next three weeks learning, or more precisely, re-learning magic. I even bought a cheap plastic wand and started to work my way through the high school textbook. First, the Sign of Movement. The first chapter in the book and the first Rune every sorcerer-to-be learns in high school.
By John H. Knight4 years ago in Fiction
