Fantasy
Wings and Things
Did you know that in a witch's spell eye of newt actually means mustard seed? The number of genuinely horrific-sounding things that go into potions that are just obscure references to plants is shocking. So, when the boss said she needed a chameleon’s tail, I was not expecting it would involve an actual chameleon. Spoiler alert. It did.
By Sasha Nichols4 years ago in Fiction
Awkward Aesop & Fable Baby
Aesop never thought he’d meet Fable, an adorable peanut with charming space buns, barrettes, and glitter on the sides of her eyes; a festival baby it seemed. She smiled while the world around her glistened. Nymphs rested at her feet while fairies flew around mushrooms of red with white spots, shiny to touch, spectacular, nonetheless. She pumped herself up on her hands, to her feet, only to be about two feet joyfully tall, plump, and filled with curious naivety. Nearly knowing nothing and all together too much at once, Aesop wondered, where did this cherub come from?
By Danielle Urciullo4 years ago in Fiction
Farewell: A Pathway To New Worlds
They had been on the run again for days and lost and alone in the wilderness for the last 3 years. From the moment she felt the baby moving inside her womb, she knew home could no longer be her home. It hadn’t actually been her home since the fateful day she met Somerset.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Fiction
The Scales of Splendor-Chapter 7: Time has Come
Leaky pipes and faulty electricity plagued the Hest residence. It sprawled like a plantation mansion. It served as the spiritual and material headquarters for the Hest Family. They did not have birthday parties. They mostly drank, though. Hard liquor became their beverage of choice. The crackle of gunfire and the burst of bombs slightly shook their home and their consciousness.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
The Scales of Splendor- Chapter 6: Bash
Balloons of blue and gold mylar floated. Streamers and glowing lamps dotted the scene. Lasers and other lights cut through smoke produced by machines. Digital figures walked through the scene from miles away. They couldn’t be present physically but their sensibility was felt, nonetheless. At the Costerly Compound, guests had gathered to celebrate the twenty-first birthday of Miss Leola Costerly. This celebration all came with the muffled booms of tanks exploding and that pat-pat of rifle fire. It was custom to have dinners and be dressed up despite the current climate of war. Although they shunned everything regal, Knock and Gesta Costerly possessed the funds to make their daughter’s day into something riveting, almost royal.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Among the Thistles Part 2
A sober party made its way from Balskor Mountain. Questions ran through King Corwin's mind. What were the secrets of his past? What's the mystery behind the little girl Grasshopper? Why did Questnor kill Valwyn before they got any answers?
By Heather Cumbo4 years ago in Fiction
When Dragons Lay
Too easy. Easy to... This is what the beast thought. Not in those words, exactly, but in those circuitous brain loops that go round and round, dip and ascend, dive deep and recoil higher, until the obvious drives his next move. One cautionary sieve of constraint filtered the itinerary to allow an unexpected conclusion.
By Gerard DiLeo4 years ago in Fiction
Post-Universe Clarity
An entire universe had ended, only to be reborn in others. People, places, things, all scattered about and mixed throughout the multiverse. It had not been so clean as the party had envisioned it to be - the forces of the multiverse at large were swayed little - and yet so very much - by actions in one. Yet somehow, after it was all said and done, things had gone back to an almost jarring amount of regularity. He, his ship, and his crew; all were back where they belonged. Back to their home universe. Back to the seas that they had made and lost fortunes sailing. As if it had never happened.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Lehavael
The cedars of Lebanon whispered in the midsummer wind. They carried the sounds of the Shrike and the Kingfisher, but this day, they also carried another sound. At first it sounded such as the Lynx; subtle to be sure. Something about this sound, however, was…inconsistent. It’s droning persisted; a steady annoyance piercing through the darkness of the cave where Lehavael slept. He raised himself to all fours groaning.
By Hector Gonzalez4 years ago in Fiction
