Fantasy
A Dragon’s Fury
It was a cold and spooky night in the middle of October. The wind was blowing hard, and it was getting difficult to breathe. Just then, I heard a strange sound coming from the cliff above the castle. It was a loud and long screeching sound, like someone was trying to scrape their nails down the wall.
By Anthony Dezenzio3 years ago in Fiction
Dear me,
1st January Dear me, (PT1) You must think that I am stupid to be writing to you since you are myself after all. I am not stupid. I am just special but not in the common way that people have come to assume special means. Mrs Peterson said that I will feel better writing to myself in the second-person point of view for some reason. I do not know if she is right but I had promised and I do keep my promise, even if my people think otherwise.
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Fiction
So Close, And Yet, So Alone. Part 2
Continued from Part 1 Tinka and Nestor walked out of the forest together and back into North Pomme to the Conclave. Tinka noticed the uncomfortable eyes on her in her deer form as they walked through the city, same as the morning, at least no one threw rocks this time. When they were inside the gates of the Conclave, she breathed a sigh of relief.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
So Close, And Yet, So Alone. Part 1
A sequel to... It had been nearly a year since Nestor had continued his education with The Conclave of Alchemists in the city of North Pomme. Tinka had found herself a nice position within The Conclave too; functioning as a sort of ambassador between the alchemists and the beings of the woods. She had certain protections in both places in both of her forms, and enjoyed the level of freedom and responsibility offered to her. She was a selkie of simple means and the Conclave appreciated the work she did. They let her keep a robe and her pelt in the garden shed under enchantment lock as she needed. Most of the time she didn't lock it. She had already scared off most of the student alchemists with her behaviors and Nestor only confirmed more disturbing rumors about her. Most selkies were considered desirable, sexy creatures; after the last year, most people looked at Tinka like demon to be respected and not insulted. Tinka and Nestor were bonded by blood, but the fun game of respect and a little fear among The Conclave went both ways. Nestor had developed an aggressive attitude about his spot in the laboratories, a favorite spot in the library, and the rumor on how he was admitted was never made clear to anyone. For this, he became known as 'The Cruel.' When people saw the pair in the Conclave, they would part in their path for them, even if they were laughing and joking. It was a wonderful change of pace from the years of skittish fear she had lived in for years in her deer form in the woods.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
The Stranger
There have been too many sleepless nights. My back is killing me. I feel like I've strained it. My joints are aching to the point where I don't want to move. I just want to sleep. I want to close my eyes for a few months. There's too much noise. I need silence. Opening my apartment door, I stared blankly inside. Slowly I closed the door, took five deep breaths, and closed it again. I walked in not knowing what to expect. Only the darkness flooded my senses.
By Jasmine Harris3 years ago in Fiction
An Irate King
“Bring the dragon witch forth before me.” The king said this with a very deadly tone. I shift from my spot next to him in uneasiness. I have not decided whether this is due to the words the king just said or the way he said them. Either way someone was about to be in serious trouble. The thing that is brought before the dark king is no dragon. In fact the creature resembles a fae or water sprite, something otherworldly, definitely, but a dragon she is not. She is no more a dragon than he, a mortal, is. With her silver hair dull with the mud caking it and the blood dried to those same strands, she looked striking- dare I say beautiful even. I held my breath as those vivid violet eyes, so filled with rage and cunning, lifted to meet mine.
By Mikayla Decker 3 years ago in Fiction
Man From The Shadows
Man From The Shadows Part III: Friend-enemy “Bastard set the place on fire…,” The man standing in front of Raleek started looking up at the smoke pouring in through the hatch. He was distracted it; was the perfect time for Raleek to attack once Olive was safely behind him. She was smart and took advantage of it herself, so she was safely out of the way in a matter of seconds.
By Valdeara Wallberg3 years ago in Fiction
Who Am I
A comet streaked across the night sky. It was Mother in her long white dress. She was out making deliveries. I was supposed to be sleeping, Mother had tucked me carefully into her basket. She sang a song that seemed to keep the other creations sleeping. I could not sleep. I wanted to gaze at Mother’s beautiful face. I wanted to see the stars we flew by. I wanted to dance to the song Mother was singing. I wiggled from my place among the other creations and began my dance. I heard Mother laugh and saw her looking down at me. Her attention felt warm and invigorating. I leapt into the air, again and again. To dance for Mother was a pleasure. I heard her gasp. The wind had swept me out of the basket and I was falling. I watched Mother grow further and further away. Her tears fell like rain, ushering me down to the earth.
By Kayla Holyoak Avondet3 years ago in Fiction
The Camels of Misfit Farm Chapter 2
The pasture behind the barn was ten acres of rolling green vegetation surrounded by new barbed wire and fenceposts splashed with no-trespassing-purple paint. At the foot of Tester Mountain, the fence marked the border between the farm and Art Loeb National Forest, where granite outcroppings and wild rhododendrons overlooked the Chinquapin River. It was not a simple, flat pasture, rather a wild meadow dotted with large grey rocks, random young trees, and patches of milkweed and nettles among the grasses. It was unsuitable for hay but okay for grazing.
By Janet Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
The Year of 2012
Karsae sat in her office running through reports on her computer. She was tasked with looking for any abnormalities in the galaxy through these reports. As she looked through the reports she noticed that many scientists throughout the universe have somehow predicted the end of their home planet. The more she read these findings she became concerned. There were over a thousand reports of the same thing.
By Kate Grafton3 years ago in Fiction