Fantasy

Wretched Little Worm
Eerie nights like the one Evander James was experiencing were strangely becoming more and more common. A shiver ran the length of his skin as the cooling fall air licked at his flesh with an uptick in the wind. The low waning light of the streetlamp as he walked beneath gave off just enough guidance in the murkiness of the creeping fog.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Ice and Wind
Another brief excerpt of Ice and Wind. THE CERTAINTY OF UNCERTAINTY “You’re mad.” Raze said flatly and turned his back to Estan and Endyly.
By Mark R. Cieslak4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 17
I took into careful consideration what both of my partners said . Then I replied to the both of them . “ I want to go right through the forest . An unnecessary detour now will only have us traveling through the night . I would say tonight that we find a big tree to camp in at the edge of this forest . If we go another way , we’ll lose time anyways . I say we play it patient and quiet in the tree . We can keep watch to see if anything is going on in the first place , while hiding and staying low-key . Even now let's scout the edge area and make it safe right after we talk . I'd also say we can even use some of those Sweet tree’s sap ( Similar to honey trees of our world ) . We can use the stickiness from the sap to stick leaves all over our bodies . Our very own make - shift camouflage . “
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
Times of Change Chapter 1
"In the beginning... No thats too far back. There's no reason for you to hear how the world was made. How we KNOW it was made. Everyone knows that story like the back of their hand. What you may not know is how some of the beings were made. Humanity of course was sculpted from the finest granite, with the first men and women having beautiful gems for eyes before Jennowa gave them the first breath. Then the gems turned into the eyes you see around you today." The old man took a small puff from his pipe before setting it down. His own eyes of Topaz glittering in the firelight.
By Antony Atkins4 years ago in Fiction
Xystus the Swift
Xystus the Swift, the Messenger God, spared the briefest thought for mortals as he stretched his wings of quicksilver and soared over the land of Gofwath. He could barely spare more than a nanosecond of pity for such slow and short-lived creatures. Xystus the Swift could travel farther and wider in an instant than any mortal could in a lifetime. Besides, he had much to do and little time before the Platinum Council convened on the Astral Sea. Such an event only occurred once a millennia in mortal years.
By Tyler Clark4 years ago in Fiction
Sunnyside
Sunnyside. Fall of 1976. Afternoon. Mabel, a pleasant, earnest woman, 60s, stands on a roadside opposite an old ramshackle cabin, its mossy roof starting to cave in. She wears an old, quilted coat and nylon pants, a yellow kerchief holding down her hair. In the grip of one hand, a large, flat, wooden case. In the other, a collapsed tripod.
By Grant Richard4 years ago in Fiction
Sorceress Part 2. Top Story - October 2022.
A knock on the front door interrupted my mid-morning book time. I glanced at my mug. Barely half of my tea was gone and it was still pretty warm. I’m so not ready for social interaction yet, I thought. I haven’t even finished my tea. Not nearly enough caffeine is in my system. Ugh. But I had to answer the door. Not many knew that I had Rowena and Duncan here with me, and most people didn’t react well to the sight of Brownies, which hurt both of my friends feelings, though they were very good at hiding that.
By Lefsa4 years ago in Fiction
Sorceress Supreme: Flame of Atlantis
She stormed into the bishop’s office and tossed something onto his desk. “Ms. F, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Bishop Briggs asked. She pointed to the item on his desk. “A rosary?” he queried.
By Lefsa4 years ago in Fiction
Storyteller's Adventures Part 1
I grabbed his shoulder, turning him from the altar. “We need to go” “No,” he said. “If the god wants me, I will stay here as a sacrifice.”
By Lefsa4 years ago in Fiction
Sorceress Part 1. Top Story - October 2022.
SUMMER I sat on the top of the bluffs, my legs dangling over the side. I lifted my face up to the sun, enjoying the morning light. I could see for miles up here, and everything seemed peaceful in the early morning sun. I breathed deeply, feeling calm. A scuff off to my right and behind me caught my attention. I turned slightly, to see a man slowly inching his way along a precarious ledge, his eyes on me. Red-blonde hair, blue eyes, he had that cute guy-next-door kind of look. Standing next to me he probably would be a bit taller than I was.
By Lefsa4 years ago in Fiction
Kiss of Tragedy by Stephanie Van Orman
Persephone chose a white silk gown and white slippers that laced up her shins. The dress fastened over one shoulder while the other shoulder remained bare. She used a pair of sapphire clips to hold the fabric in place; one on the shoulder and one on her back to give the dress some shape by pulling the silk tight around her waist. Then the nymphs finished her hair and they left the tower together.
By Stephanie Van Orman4 years ago in Fiction
Vaya. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
Prologue A dragon whelp does not look like a creature meant to fly. Awkward and gangly, with wings still too small to bear their weight and paws too large to do much but trip over. In fact, a dragon whelp does not look overmuch like a dragon—not the sort of creature with the bulk of a house whose wings eclipse the sun and may rain down fire in scorching swaths.
By M. Darrow4 years ago in Fiction