Fantasy
The First Flame
Fire ran fiercely through the forest. Thick bogs of smoke eradicated fresh air, suffocating any and all unlucky souls caught in its arm. Fleeing screams were gobbled up by the splitting sounds of trees cracking, breaking with heavy woes, and forced surrender.
By Tiffanie Harvey4 years ago in Fiction
Kindrazl: The Highborn Chronicles - Season 1: Solace - Episode 1: Anima (Part 1)
anima (n.) – The base mentality of mind, defined as the overlap of four distinct animentals: persona, or how one identifies; thought, or what one thinks; emotion, or how one feels; and resolve, or what one does.
By Orion J. Zed4 years ago in Fiction
The Kingdom of Tairius
A grown dragon finds an abandoned child in the forest... That's troubling.... It wasn't an uncommon practice for those who worshiped the demon Ashkos (Ash-cos); to leave their children as offerings to be used for his biding. They were molded and grew into something terrible. They grew as sorcerers and dark warriors able to wheeled perverse powers. They were abominable beings called Fi-enon or in translation "the children of Ashkos." Other dark acts such as sacrifice were practiced upon the innocent by the blinded and misguided servants of such an evil during early ancient age. They would discard those unable to endure the cruel experiments pressed on them. History, unfortunately, records these accounts and are canon In the book, "The Foundations." In the book, it tells much of the history of the planet Threa (Th-ray). As many of the temples that did these practices, they were burned and laid waste by the armies of Tairius (Tar- ree-us); the kingdom that still holds to serve only true Great king and creator, Noil (No-eel). Those who survived were rescued by my lord General Jarinain (Jar-ree-nay- in), a renown warrior. I, Lieutenant Emile, write to you as record, the account of one of his exploits. But first, you must understand the whole picture.
By Tamron Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
The Crescent Marked Man
The child clothed in his thick nightgown crawled across the forest floor, the dew soaking the cloth and making his knees and wrists wetter and colder. He started to feel tired and scared. There was not a soul anywhere to be found this deep into the forest but somehow, he was here. Alone. He kept crawling, looking for something, anything that wasn’t cold and wet.
By Simon Curtis4 years ago in Fiction
The Return
Someone once asked me, "What was it like, what was it like when you arrived on Earth? What were your first thoughts?" And in one breath, I replied, "It was an eerie feeling being all alone. The breezes whispered to an empty world. The morning glories climbed in abandon over disheveled old houses. No lights were on. No music echoed from the open windows on their porches. The cars seemed to be parked in eternity, with flat tires, chipped paint revealed rust, and broken glass was everywhere. Deer were always by the front steps munching on tulips. It must have been spring, and I might add, at last. A decade had passed since my parents had stepped foot on the Earth. The story began here as flowers were blooming and trees were turning green, Earth was still spinning, and new life was beginning in the wildness that humans had desecrated. And of course, I found myself here all alone. I was very afraid.
By Patty Brown4 years ago in Fiction
Exchange of Iron and Bee
There’s a vaguely plane-shaped hole in the ceiling of the forest, letting in the only large spanse of light in the otherwise gloomy and overgrown forest. A forest that doesn’t see much of human-like beings, only beasts of instinct and shadows of creatures. The air in this forest is humid and sticky, so dense that the trees and their creeping fingers, the lush blankets of moss, even the chaotic mess of downed trees and their magnificent corpses, seem to be the intense overgrowth of millenia.
By Noel Mallory4 years ago in Fiction
Swirling Dragons
Chloe brushed past hedges of prickly ferns, the taste of blood fresh with every scratch. “Dragons…Dragons…” she shrieked just as she plowed head first into the soft golden belly of a red-spotted creature; stars filling her eyes just as everything went black.
By K.H. Obergfoll4 years ago in Fiction
