Fantasy

Monster?
She called her son down to breakfast, every morning he would come running down the stair jumping the last one, and climb up in his seat at the island to eat his favorite chocolaty cereal. Today was nothing like her usual happy child. She glanced at his sullen face over her coffee mug as he pushed the tasty pebbles around in his bowl.
By Spencer Young4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Words: Part One
Chapter One: The Witch I knew something was awry when a grand nobleman arrived in the village. There would be no reason for such a man to frequent the place other than marriage. There were several women in Fimblefoot who could make eligible brides. Young women of childbearing years which he would spend the first days in Fimblefoot pursuing categorically. It was no more than a week before Brigid caught his eye.
By ThatWriterWoman4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Chapter 23
Read Chapter 22 here After Mat left, the girls finished their lunch in silence. When Miriam and Ayan arrived in their history class, Mat was sitting in his usual space, his hair still down and covering his face like a curtain. Miriam sat down and opened her mouth to say something, but Ayan shook her head. She had gotten in enough fights with her brother to know the best thing to do was probably to let Mat cool down.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Ch. 22
Read Chapter 21 Here Miriam watched as Jo prepared her uncle's favorite tea set in the kitchen. Though Jo usually wore a short, dark-colored skirt, today she wore a long yellow robe with a green sash. Her hair, which she usually wore down, was folded in several curls and ringlets on top of her head. She even wore makeup. "What are you doing?" Miriam asked.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
The Glowing
Chapter 7 Despite Greenway’s interruption of my day, I made good time getting home, and had several hours left before Morgan would be over. I was able to simmer down on the drive home, and even realized I had probably over-reacted to Greenway's questioning. By the time I got home, I felt much better, and eager to get everything ready for tonight. I shed the pink running outfit and pulled on a cream-colored camisole and some black silk boxers. I wanted to be comfortable as I cooked, but still feel sexy – I hoped it would transfer over to when Morgan arrived. I brought my CD player out to the kitchen along with a Radiohead CD and turned to volume up. I started dancing immediately, letting my previous frustrations with Greenway melt away with the music. And, since I was alone, I even sang at the top of my lungs, stretching my voice to match Thom Yorke’s thin falsetto.
By Taida4 years ago in Fiction
The Glowing
Chapter 6 I woke up on Sunday morning feeling like my head was stuffed with cotton balls. I made myself take a good long shower, and I found myself scrubbing my skin more vigorously than normal. I turned on some music while I air-dried, ‘Beethoven for Breakfast’, and meditated, trying to clear my mind and focus. I had to call the hospital to check up on Mike; I also remembered he had a son that lived in southern California who may need to be notified if the police hadn’t already done so. I should also send some flowers to Joey’s wife, but that would need to wait until Monday at least. And then I needed to make a run to the store to pick up something to make for dinner tonight – whatever else had happened I wanted to see Morgan again, and cooking would be cathartic for me. Meanwhile, I decided to shut everything out for a while, and just lay and listen to the music.
By Taida4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 27
“Knud. Knud wake up. We have to start walking.” Jarl shook him gently. His eyes snapped open and darted about in panic for a moment. As soon as he saw the sun had barely risen and they were in no danger, he closed them again and slumped back onto the ground.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
The Glowing
Chapter 5 “Morgan, we have to call the police.” I was clutching my stomach, barely holding back the impulse to let everything come back up.
By Taida4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 26
Systa kept her eyes closed and held Skógi’s hand as tightly as she could. Under the bodies, the pervasive stink of sweat and blood made it almost impossible to breath. The cart they had been piled onto along with the rest of the bodies was so rickety that every cobblestone rattled them down to their bones
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
The Ultimate Cost
Tommy slept soundly in the midst of his soft sheets and piles of pillows he and Dream had arranged into a nest for him. Before he went to bed his daddy read him a story and tucked him in and told him goodnight and that he loved him. Tommy loved his daddy more than anything, well, his 'uncle Napnap' might tie.
By Checkers4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Magic of Aldarae: Seeking Magic Pt.I
Part One: The Hunt For as long as I can remember, I’ve had the same dream. The same nightmare. It’s not exactly uncommon, I suppose; lots of people dream of being chased, waking up in a cold sweat with their hearts racing. But I always have it, every time I close my eyes to sleep. And I can never escape. Not once have I woken up before they catch me, before they drag me to the stone pyre in City Square. They tie me to it, and rock changes to wood against my back. Then there’s the fire, and people gathering, watching like it’s some mummers’ play, and I’m screaming, and I recognize the faces tipped back to watch me burn, but no one moves to help—
By M. Darrow4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 25
Jarl was fast asleep, with his arm draped protectively across Knud’s chest. Astrid glanced at them one more time before she looked at the forest and the mountains on her right. The moonlight was still not bright enough to see under the dark canopy. The roots of the trees stretched out into the plains far further than their branches. Some of them were trees, but she could also sense the Frǫðleikr nestled among them and their attention on the two dwarfs sleeping so close to them.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction