Fantasy

Planet Tetro ~ Page 74
While we were in the midst of battle . I was starting to try to analyze our cloth lady enemy . The most jarring problem is that we were on a strict time limit . John was regrettably still trapped in her cloth . We had to defeat her or free him before he stopped breathing . If we don't focus soon my new friend will be dead .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
I, Robot Book Review — Isaac Asimov
Asimov is one of the greatest visionary science-fiction authors of all time. For me, he is the greatest. I love the fact that he writes about robots, space, and the socio-political future of the world. In some aspects, he is a prophet. How much of a prophet? Only time will tell.
By Pircalabu Stefan4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 73
In the distance I heard a loud explosion . The impact of the explosion was so loud that I guess our two leaders must be engaged in combat . It must be the robe guy and Draco fighting I thought . Still they seemed to be a far distance away from me . I decided that it might be best to continue to slowly making my way through the town . My job was to see if I could help somebody else or take out another enemy . It was also that I had Jerry beside me. A few minutes later I noticed another small skirmish taken place . Except it was it was way closer than the first explosion . Jerry noticed it as well , we both took off running towards the sound .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
Extreme Violet
At least with me, he would claim, you know I’ll always be right on time, and as his colleagues got to know Pete better, they learned the truth of this claim. A genuine knack for arriving at every important meeting, every social occasion and life’s decision with energy and focus to spare, seemed to be an important part of his arsenal of skills. It must have always been the case for him; nobody could ever recall Pete Anholts missing what mattered, at work or at home.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Little One
I drift over the forest like I do every morning. The light has risen just below the trees, so I’m still seeing heat rise from all the little creatures in the dark below. I could catch one with ease, but my appetite is as apathetic as my flying.
By Cadence Vanderstouw4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of George
“The Lord Christ has truly blessed us this day”, George screamed as he faced the Dragon. Fatima approached the huge reptile, it's claws scratching at the sand between them. The stench of Carob trees encircled the clearing, as Canus whispered to another of the four Romans following behind “When did we reach the gates of hell.” Beyond the clearing, the town’s torches were being lit.
By David Neely4 years ago in Fiction
Tale of Newar
“Gather together children”. Abinine clapped her hands, the sound loud and harsh. “Children”! Unusual from an outsider's perspective this group of juvenile humans was not running about, no laughter, no chatter, or smiles. A solemn little group of creatures, they had already gathered together. Unfortunately for them what Abinine had meant was line up. The distinction was unknowable and inconsequential for most. It, however, put them in a great deal of danger of a casual cuffing, or worse yet no dinner. Which, as most of them only got dinner in their grubby little chafed hands three or four times a week, was a far far more serious threat, especially for the younger ones.
By Raya Scaro4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon
Mossbark was hungry, as he always was. He walked through the forest, treading through pools of sunlight falling through the soaring pines and fir trees. Mossbark knew each one, had seen them rise from tiny green infanthood to the towering kings that they were now. They had risen as the years passed and many had fallen, yet Mossbark was there and did not grow with them. His feet traveled on their own accord, each stone and stem familiar after the long years. His mind was on food, on the hollow emptiness at his core and on the silver fish that swam in the pool in the meadow. Mossbark padded through the trees on cat-quiet feet and swam through the dense sea of green ferns, his scaly hide a mere whisper in the forest stillness. Though he was bigger than a full-grown male wolf, his passage disturbed none of the inhabitants of the forest. He was Mossbark, the guardian of the Wood and the Pool and the Meadow and all the creatures who made their homes there knew him and despite his claws and mouth full of needle-sharp teeth, they did not fear him. He was Mossbark and he had always been there, as much a part of the forest as rocks in the earth or the cones on the trees.
By N.H. Ritschard4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 72
This time I decided to dodge her sword attack instead of blocking . Seeing as how far she sent me flying before. I barely dodged it and was panting while anticipating her next attack . After the last attack she started concentrating with both of her hands . Her hands were soon to be covered in a large ball of light . It was twice as large as the one that she launched at me before. Shit I thought I wish my drill absorbed light just like my drill is able to absorb electricity.
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
The Chocolate Box
I wish something interesting would happen. It was raining today, and I was stuck inside this office with nothing to do but stare out my small window. I felt trapped in my small room.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Fiction
Routine's End
Dawn seeped in from the tear in the cavern, birthing light into the crystals and bathing the cave in a deep emerald glow. The tranquil performance of the waterfall began; soft, white beams danced across stalactites to the harmony of water, lapping alongside darkened walls, gracefully cascading against a parade of cliffs into the lake below.
By Joseph Honor4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Age: Tales Forgotten
Dragons are vast and seriously misunderstood creatures. Today, they are believed to be just folklore. Make believe. Who is to say that at some point, somewhere, in some era, Dragons really did or did not exist? My story goes beyond these skeptics and small thinkers. For my story has been a legend passed down from the generations of my forefathers and their fathers before them. At a time history seemed to have lost, or wanted forgotten, humans and dragons lived on the same rock. We breathed the same air. Drank from the same waters. Humans and dragons had their differences, but in this period of time lost, dragons were just another species finding the best way to live among all other beings in peace and harmony.
By Dylan S4 years ago in Fiction