Fantasy
Sentinel
He has only known the dark for so long, when light breaks, even as a blush of faintest dawn, it is painful to him. Piercing agony driving spikes through the pitted and rusting metal of his right eye makes him groan deep within, so deep even his ears can barely catch the sound.
By Patti Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
What Really Happened To Ian Klosterman
What happened to Ian Klosterman? Days turned to weeks, then to months, following the mysterious disappearance of small boy in rural Minnesota - Detective Watkins decided it was time to take a less than conventional route in trying to locate this child. Ian Klosterman, age 2, now missing for more than 2 months. Vanished from his own back yard in Sulfolk county, on the edge of the Octol forest and the Aims River.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Fiction
Fresh Blood
Lucille Vandra had always regretted her decision to join the Navy. She was a loaner who preferred her own company, and had been enamored by the excitement of traveling and exploring new worlds while leaving her life behind; however when faced with the reality of a barely bed sized room on a ship where she was constantly either working or sleeping, her adventurous spirit was quickly squashed.
By W. Joe O'Banion4 years ago in Fiction
Nothing's End. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
Corvus walked the empty streets of Nihlos without disquietude, his shadow cape flowing long behind him, blending with the night. An echo pursued his boots, heavy against the cobblestone thoroughfares and the living mist that swirled around him as if attempting to swallow his intentions as well as his physical body. Nothing about Nihlos, or 'Nothing's End' as the Living Worlder's called it, was real. Not the streets, with their quaint houses and shopfronts in them, not the iron lampposts that flickered at random, playing their silent game of musical lights; not even the perpetual purple haze that seemed to fill this space between worlds every time Corvus entered. The large moon that leant Nothing's End its light, was but a ghost of its living sister. A shadow. The young Soul Trader noticed the giant black and white beasts who often circled it together in their strange, preternatural dance were absent tonight. He'd often longed to call one down, to touch one even. But Nihlos, was an illusion. A limbo. A place of in-between. It wasn't a place for the living, but a place for the passing, the mind-sacked, and the lost. The lost were as good as dead here, which is why Corvus' profession was coveted so.
By Adelae Guevara4 years ago in Fiction
The Discarded
In the early hours of the morning, distinct sounds of huffing and puffing were heard across the valley. Within the nearby forest, a large scaled dragon with bright red wings tucked by her side made her way methodologically amongst the fallen leaves. The air was crisp while she shuffled searching for something important. Today, on the seventh day of frost, like each year before, she found what she was looking for.
By E.M Simond4 years ago in Fiction
Stones
It was almost time. Every evening the air bit more crisply. On these nights, Terramedus enjoyed nothing more than stretching her indigo wings in the autumn sky. Soon, the heaviness of the long days would leave completely and the dragon would be free once again to dominate the dark skies unmolested--a welcome change from the entrapment she had felt over the last few moons. When days were long, Terramedus felt confined to her cave and only emerged from her lair to take quick flights. She longed for the cold, endless nights now promised by the coming of the new season. A season when the two-legs did not venture far from their hearths.
By Michelle Gibson4 years ago in Fiction
