Fantasy
Cassiopeia
“Hurry,” Cass screamed as she soared through the darkened sky. “Higher, Gabe, they can still see you.” Pumping her wings as hard as she could go, Cass prayed silently to the Gods to make it. Up this high, the storm was roaring in full force, the swirling wind pelting her hide with ice crystals as she inched higher yet.
By Rachael MacDonald4 years ago in Fiction
Demon's Birth
Thomas Oskoff stared at the woman through the bushes. He held the stake in his hand, debating what to do. He had been waiting for this moment. He had been hunting her for years. He told his wife he would be back soon, he told her he had a task to complete. She knew where he was going, she knew how dangerous it was. But…as he stared at the woman he questioned the reality of the danger. She was humming a song to herself and weaving something with flowers. He was memorized. When she turned around…his heart stopped.
By Katrina Thornley4 years ago in Fiction
The Child of Sound
Screaming, loud piercing screaming, or was it crying? That was the only sound that filled the air, and it was unlike any other sound Quartz had ever heard before. It was as if the sleeping gods had woken up – but as a child, demanding to be cared for.
By Andrew T. Osso4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case - Chapter 6
McMillan Exports’ old warehouse didn’t look any more inviting in daylight than it had at night. In fact, daylight made it more ominous than before, the worn concrete, rusted steel and broken windows made this eye sore stand out from the rest of the scenery. Yet, the building’s dilapidated state was only the second thing I noticed as I drew closer. There was a feeling of dread in the air, one I had felt on my first visit and felt even more now. I couldn’t have said where it came from, or what caused it, yet it lingered in the air as surely as the cold wind had announced a fresh layer of snow since this morning.
By Georges-Henri Daigle4 years ago in Fiction
Two Sides of the Coin
"Two sides of the same coin, you and me." The speaker sat scuffing his heels on a cloud top, sorting through a bag of sandwiches and trying his best not to listen to the attempts of his companion to master a relatively simple piece for harp and solo falsetto.
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found; A Dragon's Daydream
Lost and Found A Dragon’s Daydream Curled around a group of birches, Casper's tail sparkled in the morning sun. His thick, weathered skin was like brass gone green, he needed a good cleaning, his spikes were tipped with bits of the forests depths it had swept through for months. Leafy remnants, spider's webs, dried clumps of mud and more. Casper needed a bath. In his heart he longed for his mother who had taught him to fly when small; together they'd play in a hidden lake in another forest, diving while making thunderous splashes, refreshing their moods along with cleansing themselves all at once. He'd lost his desire to travel after his mother died, often losing days to grieving. At night he would find some solace in the gaiety of the forest fairies zipping about in whirls of colour, the plump trolls who were busying themselves with dutiful quests to prepare for winter amused him, especially when they strapped themselves upon gangly beetles like cowboys off for a rodeo. Often the fairies would light upon his long-arched nose causing him to smile, even if only for a very little bit. Their fanciful colours brightened the darkness within the forest as well as his heavy heart, quieting his sadness.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Ch. 33
Read Chapter 32 Here "For your quarter exam, you will be using wind to send a message," Mrs. Theelnin announced at the end of class, "but this will not be a paper airplane as it was the first week. This week, you will send only your words to someone." She smiled cruelly. "Think of it as a game of telephone. Only your grade depends on it. Class dismissed."
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
Foundlings and Fire
Kusog the dragon was hunting above the Forest of Maaya, part of which was on fire. He sighed heavily as he flapped his enormous wings in the moonlight. There would be more accusations or even reprisals from humans accusing him and him fellow dragons of attacking them. In all but one case, it had been human raiding parties who had torched a house or a village and let the fire spread. He saw a couple of sheep wandering round in a field surrounded by a rock wall. They’d do for dinner tonight. He approached silently from behind, gliding, getting ever lower, but suddenly he swerved. There was a human child standing in the field looking right at him solemnly. He crashed into the stone wall, taking out about eighty feet of it. The sheep bleated in terror and took off running to the other end of the field. He got to his feet, and shook the dust off. He went back to the child, looking around angrily for the spawn’s parents. They were nowhere to be seen. There was no frantic mother, a lantern aloft, or a father peering around calling his son’s name.
By M.W. Whitaker4 years ago in Fiction
