Fantasy
Steps in the Snow
They stared at one another. The only sound was the whirring of the blizzard outside rattling the cabin. The girl, Nika, realizes how hungry she is, Nika stands on her chair and grabs the hunter's plate, practically inhaling his food. Rice began to dot her face and Bayard couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu in this situation.
By Melika Nejad4 years ago in Fiction
Sorrows Remedy
I was staring out the window into my neighbor’s yard, admiring her beauty. Some might find this creepy or weird, but they didn’t understand. I have autism, and was uncomfortable socializing with new people. Most times when I tried, people would laugh and make fun of me, or find an excuse to walk away from me.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Fiction
The Box of Life.
I am alone. I am only 35 but I am alone. I have neighbors who live nearby but I don't talk to them, and I have no family as they are all dead. I visit no one, and I never get visitors. I have always kept myself to myself; dithering away in this old house, busying myself with cooking, cleaning, sewing, and television. I never get bored, and I never get into trouble. Time goes by fast, so I make the most of every single day, and I can't do that if I have visitors, can I?
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
A deal with the devil
Once upon a time I made a deal with the devil. The sky was an inferno of sunlit cloud on the edge of dusk when I found the Book of Yahweh. The desert was an orange ocean hiding stone pages that I prised from the depths of the icy tomb. I grinned, licking my lips as I recognised the ancient script.
By Mhairi Campbell 4 years ago in Fiction
Mystery Package
Maria often sits at her window sill waiting for something. She never knows what but feels like life is just a waiting game. Maria doesn’t have many close friends and often ends up alone and isolated from most of the world. Maria’s parents want her to venture out but instead she often ends up sitting in front of the window sill. Maria is a good soul, one who does for others and one who cares for everyone. She seems to be waiting for something though so her parents keep encouraging her to venture out and be more of a people person. Every time Maria has ventured out it has ended with turmoil. She once went to a teen club with friends that ended in a shooting with 3 of her classmates dead. Maria once went out to a play and somehow a flesh eating bacteria infected the dancers. Maria has always seen the positive in tragedy and has always wanted the best for all. One day from her window she sees a drone coming near her home. The drone is carrying a package. Maria watches as the package is gently dropped on her doorstep, then she runs downstairs.
By Maria Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
My dream guardian!
Thud! Bang, bang, bang. Gunshots? "Awake"! PAUSE! The non-fiction part of this story is that I have never had the need for an alarm clock. I kid you not. I just let my brain know what time I need to wake up, and I am up. Usually. If I oversleep, someone, a voice, my guardian angel or my genie from the lamp, will yell at me to wake up. It has happened my entire life. It is said that we all are given a guardian when we are born, angel if you wish, or a sprite, spirit, ninja, call it what you will. They say that if you listen close enough, open your mind's third eye enough, you will hear or maybe even see it. I think mine is my grandmother, dressed like a ninja. She died before I was born, but she was stubborn and willful enough to be still here, I understand.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Allies
Allies Coming from Earwig Kingdom by buggy in the dead of night. Strolling along through Phantom Grove Forest with an uneasy feeling. Along with Prince Egon, he had with him, his wife and toddler. His three-year-old son, fell asleep in the arms of his mother. Prince Egon trying so hard to look through the depths of the darkness into the forest, straining his vision, making sure the path of his buggy is safe to cross at this horrible hour of night. Prince Egon wanted to make his horses bolt, but he couldn’t do that because his son is sleeping and didn’t want to stir the baby. So, he looked at his wife, she could see that the uneasiness is starting to mount up quickly. Prince Egon, quickly turned to his wife and asked. “Dear, What Forest are we strolling through?” Princess Emma replied. “I believe this forest is Phantom Grove. Isn’t this the forest we always ride through going to Earwig Kingdom and coming home as a short cut.” Her husband nodded in agreement. Silence overcame them both for a while. Then, Prince Egon realized something special about this forest and began to feel the uneasiness lift from him.
By Roseanne F Cassar4 years ago in Fiction








