Fantasy
Smokey Lee & the cynical health nut hypocrite.
Marcus, & Marge are in a private jet, both cynical, & snarling at one another. The pilot Marcus asked, "Why are you still smoking? Smoking eh?again? Still!?!" She snapped back at him verbally, "Why the 21 questions? Shut the fuck up!!! Douche wad pansy!"
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
Ere Flame
The woman ran through the woods, trying to find her way. Her skin burned all over, as if the sun had scorched it, and her fingernails ached with a gnawing pain. Her hair, hung about her in tangled locks, stung at the roots. For the hundredth time she asked herself, what has happened to me?
By Sebastian Russo4 years ago in Fiction
Beyond The Trees
Skarcoly was roused from his deep slumber by an odd noise. He raised his head and blinked sleepily, cocking his head to one side as he listened. The sound came again, a tired, thin wailing on the breeze. Rising carefully to his feet, Skarcoly avoided the other sleeping dragons in the den and emerged into the moonlit forest night. He paused at the base of the rock over the cave entrance and waited for the sound to come again, a light wind ruffling around his ears.
By Vicki Giles4 years ago in Fiction
In the Crow’s Caw
I watch Pyrelle as she peers into the forest glade watching the little boy. Neither the child nor the dragon know I am there. But my being lingers everywhere, in the wind tickling the grass, in the sunbeams dancing on the pond, in the sweet trills of the nightingales, I am everywhere.
By Tessa McCarthy4 years ago in Fiction
The Path of Order
It was a bright and cheery morning that met Jeshua and Beth, with a gentle breeze blowing through the trees. The warmth of summer still lingered in the air while the breeze hinted the barest chill of the coming autumn. It was this beautiful weather that beckoned Jeshua and Beth out of their home, to take a walk through the nearby woods. There they walked, as they had many times before, hand in hand, speaking of big things and small things and sometimes nothing at all, just enjoying the closeness to each other. As they walked and talked they stole glances at each other, such as Jeshua admiring the way the sunlight dancing on Beth’s golden hair, or how Beth would watch the shadows play on Jeshua’s face. Someone observing them might mistake them for a new couple, rather than having been married for several decades. But there were no observers, in fact their walk was completely uninterrupted until the early afternoon.
By FFR Stories4 years ago in Fiction
MR.Violence: The HitchHiker
Five Days Ago. Raphael Jameson aka MR. Violence is an honorable Vietnam Veteran who is considered a hero with multiple awards and honors had become a professor at Victoria College in Victoria, Texas enjoying teaching young minds about Psychology and English Literature until A Series of brutal murders around campus. Raphael was recruited by a Texas Detective who was impressed by his Vietnam record to help track down the killer and also profile him.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Fiction
Horde v. Hoard
Horde of Hounds The sun sparkled unusually bright and brassy as it began to set over the shimmering desert. Almost as if a piece of metallic confetti was dancing in front of it, catching the light. Orcs are too myopic to notice subtleties like that, though, so the horde marched on without giving it any thought whatsoever.
By Sarah Rosanna Busch4 years ago in Fiction
