Fantasy
The way of the wolves.
As she stared into his brown eyes, she knew that he wasn’t going to choose her. The law of the wolves was when the alpha male turned twenty-five, he had to choose a mate. He wasn’t going to choose her when her sisters were so much prettier and had so much more to offer. Her heart sank, and her stomach did flips. She’d have to watch her best friend marry someone else and she’d have no choice but to be happy for them. She had never fit in with the wolves, always choosing to be alone with her books instead of one with the pack. Only Jenz could break her attention away from her love affair with the dead tattooed remnants of trees. He always knew where to find her, and what to say to make her join the pack. Her sisters had the social prestige that she would never have but was necessary to be an alpha’s mate. He would choose one of the others because that was what was expected. She wanted to run away but she couldn’t.
K. E. ThomasPublished 3 years ago in FictionShow Me the Locket
"If we become separated, then reunited, how will I know whether I've found you, or a Shifter?" Nine-year-old Samson reviewed the scene in his head again. The day the sun never set all the way, 7 months ago, he and his older sister, Amelia, spoke in half-whispers sitting on the tile floor of their family's little kitchen. It was the only time he felt afraid, because Amelia had no answer. It had been a day they'd never hope to live again. There was dark stillness in their home. Power was lost weeks prior, which they knew was a sign, but now it was happening. Low-light lingered in the sky. It looked as though nature had a ceiling; everything outdoors was oddly tinted with a greenish-brown shadow. The sky was hauntingly overcast with very low, rolling lavender-gray clouds that hid the sun. There had been theories this day was nearing, but no way to know. They called it "The Dim." After The Dim started, the world would go mad. Some people would disappear, mostly adults; others would see things they couldn't explain.
Danielle GarganoPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Dance.
She placed the glitter mask on her face, and headed down to the dance. Her family always held a masquerade ball but this was the first time, she was old enough to go. Her mother had curled and styled her hair to the point of angelic. Her dress was beautiful, and she had loved it from the moment she’d seen it. It reminded her of the sunset. It was a light pink at the top, and it flowed into a dark orange at the bottom. Her mask matched the light pink. Her parents were already down at the ball. This was the biggest social event of the season, and debutants were expected to act a certain way, in hopes of catching the eyes of a rich man who could be a potential husband.
K. E. ThomasPublished 3 years ago in FictionPanacea:
During The Great Depreciation, billions of people died. Scorching summers dried crops to a crisp while coastlines were submerged in seawater. Droughts starved people to death and wildfires destroyed forests and cities. Entire species went extinct from habitat loss which in turn caused ecosystems to collapse. Then, the superstorms came and ravaged what little humanity people had left. Desperate for control over an unmanageable situation, people began to loot and kill one another - a perilous moment in history called The Sieging.
A. JohnsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionOf Transformation & Chaos
“Stay here my love, they won’t find you as long as you stick to the shadows and make it to Aradia,” my mother whispered to me as I watch a fleet of fear flash through her eyes, before she puts on a brave face for me.
A light in the dark
Twilight sets in as the sun has just gone down. Night is taking its full form. My eyes slowly open, and all I can see are lights flickering far in the distance. How did I get here? I ask myself. What’s happened? And then, I hear a faint voice coming from the north of where I had been.
Tiffany VegasPublished 3 years ago in FictionPast Futures
Am I awake? Am I alive? I remember everything, it had to have been real? What the fuck just happened? Standing up from where I was sitting in the clearing of the forest, I gather my head and look around. The sun is dim but I can tell its mid afternoon. How long had I been... Out? What happened? Did I hit my head?
The Bunyip Makes A Bargain
Every morning Mirri and Gough woke up before the sun made its appearance in the sky, rubbed their sleepy eyes and then went to the nearby well to draw enough water to last through the day. They washed their hands and faces while their mum made them a hearty breakfast. After they ate, Mirri would sweep the kitchen floor while her brother brought in wood for the oven.
Juliette McCoy RiittersPublished 3 years ago in FictionCaught between Realms
What dreams may come… a wonderful movie, inspired by an amazing novel. Within the sequences that unfold on screen or the message sequestered deep inside the book, our minds are children looking for the next adventure. Throughout the past decade, or two, or three, there have been a palethora of novels inspiring screenwriters to help on person’s creative realm, living within their mind, make the jump to screen play. The world fell in love with a shimmering vampire. Millions have become fanatics of a boy with a lightening bolt scar upon his brow.
Jeremy JamesPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Locket Like No Other
A Very Special Locket My wife and I honeymooned in Ibiza, staying near Es Cavallet, a well-known nude beach. The beach was refreshingly undeveloped. It had a section of beach allotted for nude sunbathing, located near the center of the beach. If you were a more modest soul, such as myself, you could stay on the edges where people mostly just went topless while sunbathing.
Jennifer L McKeighanPublished 3 years ago in FictionFear of Dragons
Once upon a time a young girl in a small village fell in love with a boy. It was a pure love, and a true love, and it thrilled her and scared her at the same time. It was giddy and new and made her feel special and important and valued. Over time the girl grew selfish, and vain, and proud and thought of herself more as a “princess,” and thought of the boy as less of a “prince.” As time went on she did and said mean, hurtful, spiteful things to the boy she loved most in an attempt to make herself feel powerful, and through her actions destroyed the love that she had once valued so.
Michell WittPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Flame
In old times, there were men who, in their folly, sought immortality. But the gods are jealous, and their gifts are often twisted. The candle lights the eyes with a ghostly glow that accompanies the choking stench of incense. The thought is, the finer the quality of the incense, the more holy the place becomes. That one can smell the scent of the gods in the form of fragrance is, to worshippers of the modern age, only one example of one of those quaint superstitions of their ancestors. The flames roar, filling the room; filling her ears with the roaring of waves in long lost memories. This is the sound of endless waves lapping against the shores. The candle's flames glow like the sun, but in a hallucinatory intensity. It is as if she is the center of this fiery light. The man sits beside the woman, watching the streams of flame as they reach upward into a transcendent light. With no words, the man approaches the flame and stares into the display of hypnotic fire. The goddesses of old raved about their majesty and too many male gods were lost to the allure… or perhaps they were not lost at all, but subsumed, or even enslaved to the powers of the sun. In her hands, the woman holds a small heart-shaped locket, and the flames bring her an illusion of her reflection.
Melissa ConnollyPublished 3 years ago in Fiction