Fantasy
I see the Queen
As I feel my final days approach, I can not help but think of my first days. How is it that all of the journeys of my years have brought me to this point? My mind has brought myself and many, through the whims of God's pen, making marks on the pages to distract from the world's problems, and create stories to satisfy all senses. My body, however, has taken the ship straight to the fragility of a vase, feeling the cracks, as time races on. It's as if months turned to minutes, and this pain has shifted moments into decades. My only peace, it seems, is to recollect the times, not of comfort, but of wonder. To the time before I realized the connection between dusk and dawn.
By cole jackson 4 years ago in Fiction
Orange Gulper
Orange Gulper oozed slightly up from the bottom of the pond, glancing up from the glinting moon-lit, murky water, and gulped soundlessly at the fat, orange fish flirting about the surface. The lily pads and lotus blooms kissed the goldfish and their swishing, colorful tails.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Wing
Dragon Wing Balruk trod steadily along the forest path, his great clawed feet making surprisingly little noise for a dragon so huge. But then, he'd had quite a lot of practice moving silently during his ten thousand year lifespan, especially when motivated by hunger. And he had not eaten in three days.
By Rudy Vener4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Ch. 38
Read Chapter 38 Here Matsias followed Mrs. Putyam, but he was surprised that she didn't take him to Mrs. Wayteel's office, but to Westwood House. They walked to the back of the common--where Mrs. Putyam's office was in Victoria House. They name on the door said Collins.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Ch. 37
Read Chapter 36 Here The announcement came halfway through first period. Victoria House had re-opened, and the freshmen were allowed to leave early to collect their things and change clothes. At lunch, Matsias told them the story of the night before, or at least, as much as Matsias would tell. Key wasn't sure if he had held something back, and it occurred to her that he would do well in Liberty House, which was known for secrecy. Immediately after, her heart sank, knowing he would never have the chance."Will your parents be mad?" Ayan asked.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
Artemis 9: Part 3
The helicopter roared as its massive, spinning blades seemed to rip through the sky. “So I have some questions,” I say as I gripped the harness around me tightly, “In the car you guys kinda threw a lot at me. I am having a bit of trouble processing everything.”
By Arthur Armstrong4 years ago in Fiction
The Spark of the Ancients
The smoke burned his lungs. With every breath came a searing sensation in his chest, followed by violent coughing that sent daggers piercing through his chest. Marc rubbed at his eyes and tried desperately to take another breath when he thought the smoke had thinned. His breaths came in ragged gasps. The breaths he could take felt like a hot coal in his chest. He tripped, barely catching himself.“Momma!” He cried, looking around at the billowing smoke, the intense flames, the bodies. His shout instantly became an uncontrollable cough. Tears welled up in his eyes that smeared the thick soot that covered his face. “Momma!” He screamed. “Papa!” His small, tiny voice barely penetrated the sound of crackling wood, the clang of steel, and the tumult of the grown men and women fighting, dying.
By Konner Moshier4 years ago in Fiction
Destiny in Flames
Rain pattered on the roof of Scoven’s old family barn. The soft sound had always soothed him, even during the worst day of his life. Today was a new competitor for that distinction. The only creation in the world that could salvage such a day as this was Mezziana. Her father ran a farm miles away, but they always came to this old, run-down barn on the first day of the twin full moons.
By Michael Mayer III4 years ago in Fiction
