Fantasy
The Ruby Locket
The Ruby Locket Gina was at a loose end, at fifteen years of age the fact that her best friend Lara had gone off for a drive with her boyfriend instead of walking with her as planned, was annoying in the extreme and so, totally bored, she walked off down the lane to the river, kicking pebbles as she went. She loved the untouched wildness of the river’s banks and the wide areas that carried the winter floods.
callam steelePublished 3 years ago in FictionNighthawk Rider
You know that feeling right before something bad is about to happen? If you don't, I feel sorry for you. It has saved me more times than I can count and without it, I would not be telling this story.
Marissa VaughnPublished 3 years ago in FictionTribe of Bronlof
I come from the Bronlof tribe on the fringes of the jungles of Belharia. We are a peaceful people and have no place in the war that has ravaged the world around us. As the war continues to spread we move deeper into the jungle; learning to hunt better, live off the land more efficiently, and becoming a closer family.
Jacquelyn TaylorPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Beating Heart
A muffled noise echoed out into the darkness, sounding like a scream... whether it was we cannot know, the noise was too muffled. Some would argue it wasn’t even a noise... but a sinister vibration capable of curdling blood clots, prickling hair roots into protrusions of pain, shaking your organs so hard they’d phase momentarily out of your chest leaving you as a hollowed out carcass.
The Next Sentinel
Rochester, NY was once a sprawling city in the northeast of what was formerly the Unites States of America. Now it’s once towering buildings and shop filled streets stood empty and deserted. No one remembers how it happened or when it started but now this former metropolis was ground zero. Ground zero for two armies who were now at a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand but fighting viscously for every inch. Across the city in what was formerly the town of Greece, a hooded figure stalked slowly amongst the corpses of homes. Carrying a rifle in their hand and a sword strapped to their hip, they exited out the back door of a home into the cloud covered sky.
Jason MaierPublished 3 years ago in FictionThirty Six Minutes
The average lifespan of the Imperator of the Interstellar is approximately eight point three years. The average working lifespan of the Imperator of the Interstellar is approximately three years.
Nicholas MayhewPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Forgotten Word
Suddenly everything started collapsing. Thousands and thousands of people were stampeding. I had no idea what was going on. It appeared to me that the world was coming to an end. The nature seemed extremely wrathful. People were running in all directions. I asked, “What’s happening?” They said, “The world is coming to an end. We all have been cursed to forget a word that can stop this destruction.” I wonder what they were saying. Soon I realized that I also had forgotten a word but it was just an intuition that there’s something I needed to remember. I couldn’t figure out what I had forgotten. For a moment it felt like I was watching a movie where they show everything collapsing. I began to wail as soon as I realized that it was happening in real life. My mind went blank, with no sign of being conscious of what was going on. I just cried and cried.
Victorious VPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Ziggurat
I woke to the sound of a hard rain taping on the old tin roof. As I opened my weary eyes, I could barely make out the hazy light coming from the window it was as if the entire room were a brown, orange blur. I reached for my glasses on the nightstand and placed them on my aged face. Perhaps the blur was better I thought as I could now see all that the eerie brown, orange light did reveal. I should by now be used to my dank and dilapidated surroundings still each day the sight fills me with a new sense of despair. As I rose to my feet and walked to the window, I saw the yellow rain running down the pain and seeping through the cracks the sulfurous reek assailed my nostrils. As I peered out the weathered glass, I could see the rain was lifting the sky was clearing somewhat though the heavy rust-colored clouds remained. As I continued to look out, I observed the bleak landscape dotted with many small shacks like my own each containing a mournful soul or perhaps an entire brood in anguish. What the hell happened it was not supposed to be this way. All the technology and machines were supposed to bring us into a perfect state of existence. It was all intended to give us harmony with nature and free us to pursue intellectual greatness how did it go so wrong? I turned from the window and made my way to the small kitchen and living space (one of three rooms in each tiny abode) and there I sat at the small table pondering what was meant to be asking myself why? It was supposed to bring peace and prosperity and it lead us to war It was going to be a world of good health and longevity and that damn thing brought us plague and misery why? I must be careful it can sense our thoughts if it wants to. I reached for an old jewelry box in the center of the table opened it and took out the last thing I truly cherished in this lost world I held the memento in my hand a heart-shaped locket of gold. As I opened it and gazed upon the photo of my beloved wife Sarah the words, I must be careful echoed in my mind. I closed my eyes and searched deep in my soul for the memory of a happy time.
Keith EmeryPublished 3 years ago in FictionLove is Stronger than Blood
The land is destroyed, buildings have crumbled, governments collapsed, this is the reality of a once great nation, proud and strong. No one could have seen this coming, the end of the world, fighting just to survive. I’m one of the lucky few, who made it to shelter before the bombs went off. As for my family, they weren’t so lucky, I am alone now, trying to make sense of all this… chaos. We have a small refuge camp with other survivors, foraging for food, water, and supplies. I got a fire started and sat around waiting for the others.
The Blacksmith
I never expected our country to turn out like this. It was once a peaceful place with birds singing, children laughing and parents enjoying their cup of coffee during a rainy day. That all changed when General Blacksmith took charge. General Blacksmith was cruel and evil. He let the power get to his head and it blinded him from seeing the truth. It blinded him from seeing he could truly make a change in the world we lived in. He changed our once peaceful country into a dystopia. Filled with chaos and dangerous things at night. Rules changed. Guards roamed the streets at night. Parents separated from their children. Everything was changing. All because of the blacksmith.
Nectomancer
Winter, Conception season #13 Entry #1 It starts as a wave of foreboding, one that echoes through each generations ears and soul and brings forth a call that ignites the fight or flight in all three sections of societies.
Tyler PerryPublished 3 years ago in FictionOscuro Lluvia
There she was, standing on top of the roof. Her beautiful hair flowing in the wind. The rain falls gently around her. Buildings burn around her. The night falls around her. Bodies lie beneath her. Blood flows around her.
Justice JudgePublished 3 years ago in Fiction