Fantasy
Witches Are Out And Aren't Easily Recognized During This Season
Modern-day witches don't live in ditches or scurry around singing a song. They are never just heard of at Halloween. They are everyday witches that live like you or me. They live just down the street, on the lake, or in a cabin in the woods. Our neighbors.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
Orb of Gidae
We stayed the night with Dioney. Misuni wanted to stay longer, studying the cave drawings that Dioney had created over the last hundred years or so. She often drew what she saw in her visions. The history of many peoples was found on her walls. So we stayed for another two nights, and Dioney and I grew closer still. She had often fascinated me, and I could tell her visions often burdened her. I visited her until I was fully grown and the wars had started in earnest. By then I was tired of the world and had decided to stay by myself in the forest. I didn't realize how much I had missed until then.
By Michelle Weir4 years ago in Fiction
H G Wells, A lost Letter
Dear Dr Abigail To answer your query, it has taken many weeks to write this letter as there are no quiet rooms. In the early 19th-century, fellow scientists like Tesla invented the modern world, while I invented immortality. The elixir, the sea creature and the surgical procedure will remain a mystery for you, and you will not seek it if you know what is good for you. I do not mean to threaten but only to save you my pain.
By Steve Barnett4 years ago in Fiction
Bob was Right!
He had been thinking long and hard about his retirement plan. His life just isn't working for him anymore. He wasn't much to look, but he a very kind man. In fact, so kind that he and the battle-axe he calls his women didn't get along much. Every day while making breafkast he says his mantra:
By Susan Eileen 4 years ago in Fiction
Hatchling
Gordan’s silver leathery wings pumped once more to allow him to maintain his current altitude. He loved flying on evenings like this. The sun was tucking slowly into the distant horizon, and the sky was a brilliant shade of orange. The remaining rays of sun fell on Gordan’s sleek silver scales and cast rainbows off of him. He shook out the webbed hood that protected his ears. The sparse clouds streaked across the sky like wisps of cotton, dancing to the beat of the southeastern breeze which felt soothing on the back of his long slender neck. Closing his amber eyes, he took a long deep breath of the air surrounding the woodlands. . Gordan snorted at himself. Woodland was a strong word to describe the large expanse of scorched earth that stretched beneath him. The smell of burnt wood and smoke rose up from the ashes of what once was a beautifully dense forest that he had foolishly helped burn down nearly a century ago. Being older and wiser now, he regretted his decision because it made the land look scarred and ugly. He dipped his nose toward the ground to get a closer look at the carnage. Ash billowed out in every direction as the great dragon flapped his massive wings to slow his descent.
By Ellie Beauchamp4 years ago in Fiction
