Fantasy
The Death of Hope
Briny waves crash up against the limestone cliffs as the ocean rolls in. The tide is high, and a massive thunderstorm is approaching fast. A young man and woman walk along the familiar and well-worn path, talking and laughing like they did when they were children. They stand atop a six-hundred-foot tall formation that bulges three hundred and fifty feet out into the ocean from the coast of Ireland. There is a forest of Scots pine, yew, and ash at the inland edge, secluding the plateau with a physical and magical boundary. The roof of her family manor is just visible over the treetops, but this is their place.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist4 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden Beach
The rhythmic sound of the waves could be heard through the tall pine trees that keep the small beach hidden. Sadie had found the trail one day when her car broke down alongside the road. When she was told that the tow truck would take hours to get there, she decided that she couldn’t wait around in her well loved Subaru. Now, it’s the perfect place to leave her car when she needed time by herself. The trail to the beach was overgrown and slippery with mud. The drizzle in the morning had turned into a steady rain. The trees did little to protect the ground from the rain, but it did provide the right amount of shelter for the wild blackberried to grow. Sadie kept her rain jacket zipped up as she climbed over fallen trees and jumped over the slow slugs that were crossing the dirty trail.
By Grace Gettys 4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 16
As Danny walked back to his chambers, huddled once more in the blanket Mother Abigail had given him, he avoided speaking to the other nuns he passed. Nothing could prevent him, however, from hearing the whispers circulating around him as he walked by. One snippet of conversation between two of the younger sisters made him pause in his tracks and listen in. He knew eavesdropping was rude, but his curiosity temporarily outweighed his sense of decorum.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Gantamachy Pt 2
The war began and began again and again. This war would never end for it was doomed to be a cycle. Jorn and his siblings would crash their flame-shapes into the crystalline carapaces of the Elvenwyes, the ancestor spirits of Elven kind that followed Elonwye. Jorn led an army of his own, the predecessors of Mennic souls known to him as the Dead-In-Shape. The first to fall in this war was Jorn’s own son, Branni, the youngest and fairest of all his children. The Mennics were born from Jorn’s grief of his son's passing. With each passing cycle the war got more and more destructive but also created more in its wreckage, which was the definition of potential according to the Mennics. The Nine Worlds or the “Piles of Bones,” were the result of the carnage.
By Braison Cyrus4 years ago in Fiction
