Fantasy
The Escape
Anna was about to go to her room with her grilled cheese someone rang the doorbell. Her brow furrowed as she wondered who it could be. She wasn’t expecting anyone. She hadn’t planned on doing anything today other than relaxing after a long week of work in her comfy socks. Perhaps it was for one of her roommates? None of them were here though. Anna was the only one here this weekend.
By Rebecca Patton4 years ago in Fiction
Twin Box
From the Personal Journal and Factual Record of Events of and involving Stanly H. McGee Jr. 1 – Too Late The doorbell rang but I did not hear it. I was too busy trying to find my keys. I was late. Not just a little late, but truly and terribly late. It was my first day at a new job and I was going to late. I felt like this was one of those things that happened in story, maybe some sort of sitcom, except this was not funny, not funny at all. If this were a sitcom, then some hilarious hijinks would ensue but, in the end, it would all work out. I would even walk away with a new love interest, a friendship that would be cultivated into something deeper over an excruciatingly long time. Like two or three seasons at least.
By Floyd Doolittle4 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Delivery
When the package dropped onto my doorstep, I was at the very least surprised. On second thought, "surprised" is a bit of an understatement The damn drone almost dropped the stupid thing right on top of my head as I was walking out the door. I was already incredibly late for work, and getting almost decapitated by a delivery drone did not do much to brighten my mood.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Box of Other Worlds
There I was, thirty-two years around the sun, living in a world filled with mysteries; or so that's what I thought. The carrier drone had left a package out on my front porch this afternoon, though I was sure I hadn't ordered anything. I could see the unwanted act through my door camera as I continued to ignore the computer assignments in front of me. I never quite trusted those carrier drones, snooping around in this futuristic era of technology. I could only think of the poor souls who lost their jobs to such devices. Truly a devastation no one could account for, and yet here we were, in this so-called future of “possibilities”; a world consisting of mainly mechanism, and the other seventy-eight percent was homelessness.
By Kendra J. Anthony4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Princess
Alone in the Woods It was because the child wasn’t crying, that Lady Aranott took pity on it. It, a small human girl with curly, flaming hair, was frail and tiny. Yet, when the dragon chieftain landed her huge and imposing body next to the human, it did not cry or run, nor even flinch. It looked defiantly at her with sharp blue eyes, and climbed atop her blackened skin. Lady Aranott was not used to such boldness from a human, or really anything other than cowering and screaming from them.
By Vikki Head4 years ago in Fiction
Layered
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. A clear reminder of what I need to do. A trip from work is often a good token but this was representative of my one chance left and a reminder I shouldn't mess up. The toleration of me so far, I feel has been because they know my charismatic parents and their belief I'm not maximizing my ability, at least not yet. I can be an artist but it just doesn't serve me. This four day work trip up to Minnesota sounded interesting. I drove to the cabin, a fellow employee recommended with with my friend to enjoy a little break on her maternity leave. She was uneasy about doing this due to her worry and attachment her son, Adrien. It also seemed out of tradition for the Douglas family women but her husband, Kellen encouraged her to take the opportunity. " Inès, are you good? We're here now!", I said. She wakes up a bit groggy and apologized for sleeping through most of the four hour drive there. "Oh please don't apologize", I tell her. "Auri, this looks great. I hope the drive wasn't too bad.",she said. To which I reply it was fine.
By Merritt Xavier4 years ago in Fiction
True North. Runner-Up in Weekend Getaway Challenge.
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Ponderosa Pines pitched low and forward from the weight of the latest storm. The wheels of my car creaked and crunched through the unpaved path. I moved slowly, but he and I buzzed together side-by-side, giddy with anticipation of our impending adventure.
By Kaitlin Oster4 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Sprite
It was a winter night, still and cold. That’s just the way I like it. Winter is the time of year that we snow sprites feel our most beautiful and powerful. The cold weather makes my icy hair spike up, my light blue skin sparkles like stars, and my aura glows like the moon. Our bodies are a lot like the icicles that we create off of tall structures. Long, thin, and light enough to travel with ease in the wind. Our wings can only carry us for a mile or so but they have more than one use. They keep predators away by looking like sharp teeth when we open them, help us look a little more invisible to the world, and are the source of our magic.
By Erika Ravnsborg4 years ago in Fiction
Where Healing Happens
Shannon Keller is running away. She knows this and readily admits how cowardly it is. But what had happened to her was the last straw. Her soon-to-be ex-fiancée, John Dalton drove her to this as did her father’s refusal to help. He keeps stressing how important it is for her to make John happy in order for the merging of MaxKen and Dalton companies to be successful. Her father arranged for them to meet in the first place in hopes that it would work out in his favor as the CEO of MaxKen. So, he won’t hear of a “petty little argument.”.
By Erika Ravnsborg4 years ago in Fiction
On the streets of... #3
I haven't decided yet if I wanted to be an elegant or a casual detective. But I thought that my first day deserved a suit anyway, so I put on my only, old and not particularly nice brown suit. I only wore it when I had to go to court to testify in a case.
By John H. Knight4 years ago in Fiction
