Fantasy
Rinthybal. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
Departure: The Children Serpentine waves wafted up saline sprays as their liquid hands clapped the sides of the venerable Soporta. Each slap threatened to shred the patinaed boards down to toothpicks. The sea-legless children sauntered left, up, right, down in an exhausting whirl.
By Stephanie J. Bradberry4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Sam
Jump. Jump. Sit. Sit. Ribbit. Ribbit. Jump. Jump. Repeat. A toddler wandered through the woods chasing a frog. The length of the chase was unknown. Just started suddenly. But the toddler was having the time of their life. They kept on jumping along with the frog. Focused on being one with the frog. The toddler continued doing everything the frog did, until the frog splashed into the river and disappeared under the water.
By Kelly Topolski4 years ago in Fiction
The Method Mission
One day, three friends named Jericho, Hunter, and Lita were at their favorite hangout, the Palace of Sweet, and were discussing their science project, which was to give a synopsis of the scientific method. “What are we gonna do?” Hunter said. “We must present a diagram and outline of the scientific method by Thursday, and today is Tuesday, and we haven’t made any progress.” “Chill, dude,” said Lita. “We still have a day and a half to figure something out. Yeah, but when it comes to the scientific method, we all are wearing dunce caps. Oh! I just wish there was an easier way to learn more about it since the science books give little information,” said Jericho.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Fiction
(Dragon Breath)
DRAGON BREATH Dragons aren’t really the monsters they’re made out to be - they’re more like naive and very gangly, playful, puppies. However, there was this tendency to incinerate anything within fifty yards with their excitable and uncontrollable fiery breath. Now that was an unfortunate trait.
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Fiction
Miracle’s Curse
Adrian shivered in the red brick hallways. Although there were red lanterns to guide him along the black floor, it was dark and cold. These maze-like hallways were bland and much the same; he had gotten lost more than once before. But somehow Sara Felle knew her way around without difficulties. This afternoon—closer to evening than midday, really—she had been summoned out of the mansion for reasons she wouldn't speak of. It was a relief to not have her sharp ice eyes on him wherever he went. But now wasn't the time to relax. He had to find the box. Sara had nearly killed him when he found it in one of the guest rooms. He had burns to prove it. But now he hungrily searched for it.
By Victoria Cage4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Ch. 32
Read Chapter 31 Here The worst part of being on the lightning ball team was the morning practice, which meant Ayan now woke before Miriam. The best part--aside from playing lightning ball--was the team captain, Wince. Wince was a Westwood boy Antony had introduced her to during one of their games, and he had agreed Ayan should try out for the team. She guessed that, like Reed, he was Vitnu because he also wore his long brown hair in a knot on the back of his head, and his clothes were entirely cotton. He had pale skin, like her won, and large ears that would have looked ridiculous on anyone else, but somehow, perfectly framed his triangular face. He was cute enough to have the heart of any girl at Faraday, though he clearly hadn't found a girl he liked as much as he liked lightning ball.Wince also welcomed her and Welway, the only other freshman on the team. After practice ended, they all headed to the cafeteria, and Wince suggested they eat breakfast together. Ayan hung back, and he tossed her that perfect smile of his. "Come on, it'll help us get to know each other better."
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
