Fantasy
Gully
With a tattered towel Belinda dried a terra cotta mug, then lifted herself up onto her tiptoes and reached overhead to hang the mug from a row of hooks above the bar. Directly ahead, through cloudy windows framed in warping wood, she watched the early evening sun high on the horizon. A quick rap of knuckles against the counter came from the end of the bar. Belinda turned her attention towards the sound, and the man motioned her over. In a hoarse voice, he said, “Fill ‘er ep, and gimme a bowl of whatever you got.”
By A. Crossan4 years ago in Fiction
The Imbalance of Evil
Tomorrow, concinnity will return to Ambraxas. "You're not ready," The finality of his words was defining. Ufaro stood near the entryway of the keep. His stature was strong and overbearing though he had seen hundreds of rotations in his lifetime. The kanaf robes hung from his shoulders ominously in the ashen air between them. The gray slits of his black pupils strained against the dark room. Torches lined the room, but the close of the century was near, and light struggled to break through the mist that covered the land.
By willow j. ross4 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian
Mareduke’s bloody, scaled head froze mid-dip. He reeled his tongue back into his mouth and stared at the child across the water. A long, cool drink was critical to his state of near-death, but he gave it up to inspect the reflection cast into the mountain lake by the tiny person on the grassy ledge.
By D. L. Lewellyn4 years ago in Fiction
Fallen Sun Rising Moon
Day came early that night, if only for a moment. To most of those awake in the land, it appeared the sun, jealous of the moon’s dominance of the dark and eager to claim it as its own, lunged toward the earth before crashing with the sound of a million stones, shattering the forest and mountains beneath it. When the light faded, those who had been roused could only see the lowly blue iridescence of the stars left in its wake, wondering if it had been a dream or if the sun had truly declared war on the night.
By Ethan J Bearden4 years ago in Fiction
Icki
The fire rained down over the forest, illuminating the night. Gregoire used his metallic wings to shield himself from the intense flames the dragon spews from its large tooth-filled mouth. Gritting his teeth as the heat became more and more unbearable. Gregoire notices the gage on his wrist begin to beep and glow a bright red. As an Arch, he is required to never remove his winged jet pack while on duty, but if he kept it on, it would indeed overheat and explode. Taking a moment, he looks at what was once a cool, damp forest that has now been transformed into a battlefield. Who was he kidding? This forest was now a graveyard. A much-deserved crypt for the atrocities he and the other Archs had committed this night.
By [email protected]4 years ago in Fiction
The Endless Gallery
I hadn’t felt this moved by a painting in decades. Each tilt of my head brought a different perspective of swirling color. Waves of red swept into eddies of ochre oranges and sulfuric yellows. The longer you looked at it, the less any of the colors wanted to stand still. It might have shown a sunset, or the thin skin of a star. I ached to possess the skill the artist so clearly had possessed. The command of colors, of emotions. All placed on canvas by merely human hands.
By Bryan Brady4 years ago in Fiction
The Carmine Rose
You were so small the day I found you in the forest, so weak. I could have devoured you. You smelled fresh of meat and blood. I could not stop salivating, my scales clamored, my spin tightened. My gaze never broken from your sight, my talons felt sharp and my nostrils burned with the intense blaze burning in my throat. I could think of nothing but hate. Your kind had killed so many of my kin, so many corpses lie at the feet of your ancestors. You unknowingly carry the sins of their past, of your future. I was ready to make every sin be paid in full, you were going to be our salvation, my vengeance followed through, my anger quenched…Yet, I stood there in sheer awe. How could eyes, deep in brown look as dark as night yet pierce into you like sun light breaking through amongst the trees. A face so innocent, how could it ever be taken as evil. I could see you were hurt as well, lost not just in the forest but in spirit.
By Horacio Quirrin4 years ago in Fiction
The Inundation
The dragon woke to a sound. The cry of a child. It opened its eyes on the dim lit cave. And quickly roused itself. It felt the heat stirring in its guts and could taste the old bitter gold on its tongue. It felt confusion like a sickness. The dragon’s tail stirred in mud. The floor of the cave had flooded. The meagre pile of treasures lay discoloured and drenched.
By Gordon Thompson 4 years ago in Fiction
A Case in The Countryside
It was a fine spring day; the blooming flowers painted a canvas across the rolling hills of Bonhema. Blue jays twittered and danced about, their merry songs carrying gracefully on the slight breeze that gently tossed the grass to and fro. But, for Edward Frumpton, it was too hot. It was almost always too hot for Edward, Ed to his wife, and Eddy to his friends. Perhaps it was being stuck directly in the sun. Perhaps it was due to him being slightly overweight while also being crammed into a far-too-stiff set of clothes. Perhaps he just ran hotter than most. Whatever the reason may have been, he was rather uncomfortable.
By Nicholas Aicher4 years ago in Fiction
Tywrick
"I need you to clear your mind and relax... I want you to think of a warm summer day. The constant breeze caresses and cools your skin. All you see for miles is an endless field of red poppies. You lie down on your back. The underbrush partially engulfs your body. You inhale the subtle fragrance of this grand pasture, relaxing even more, taking deeper breaths and savoring the presence of this beautifully set moment."
By Lamar Wiggins4 years ago in Fiction
