Fantasy
Terra Archaios
Flight from Ceres Three days passed before the crew, warriors and the captives all awoke. Jake was astonished to find that Galantine’s warriors had brought on board sixty-four people. They were huddled in small groups throughout a ship designed for a complement of a hundred and fifty. Now the ship had a complement of a hundred and sixty passengers, but well within the feasible complement intended for the Odysseus, even if it meant cramped quarters for some. It was a good thing that GalaxyX had decided to equip the ship with the maximum fuel and provisions. The ship’s oxygen recycler and hydroponics would be able to assist in producing the additional fresh oxygen needs of the passengers.
By Shawn David Kelley4 years ago in Fiction
The Amethyst Knight
When Arris opened her eyes, the sky was murky and blotted with falling ash. A colossal dragon flew overhead and perched on the castle’s tower. It let out the loudest sound she’d ever heard. The battlefield, covered with bloody, charred bodies and violet embers, rumbled with the dragon’s roar.
By Diora Clarke4 years ago in Fiction
Terra Archaios
Chapter 2: Inside Ceres Mira led Jake down the long corridor until she came to an opening in the far wall the size of a normal man, that is to say, if a normal man was ten feet as tall as the soldiers were. The soldiers were able to transverse the hallway two side by side. A brilliant green stone was embedded in the wall above the entrance, with a light that shone through the stone, bathing the entrance in a greenish hue. A strange mist hung in the doorway.
By Shawn David Kelley4 years ago in Fiction
The Witch of Which Woods
Oliver wanted to prove himself for the first time in his life, and, finally, he had the chance to do just that. A golden pin of acceptance into the Hunter’s Clan was given to him by the mayor last night, a fine addition to his uniform. There was nothing out of order to him in the slightest as he gazed into his stained reflection: no brown lock out of place, no fold in his camouflage jacket or knick in his snakeskin boots. All was polished and ready from his weapons to the pin, showing off a fancy fonted H engraved inside a larger C. The only thing left to do was unleash the dog and make sure all the candles were blown.
By Julia Nichols4 years ago in Fiction
Empyrean: The Epic of Raiden
Raiden stepped cautiously inside. It was dark except for the light from two half melted candles, which sat on stools on each side of a wooden chest. Raiden walked over to the chest and bent over. He wiped the dust off of the top of the chest; curiosity rising. He sat on the floor and scooted towards the chest. He took hold of it with reverence and opened it. Dust swirled in the silence. I would have expected some light coming out of it, but this is ok...I guess. Raiden thought to himself as he leaned in to look into the chest. Lying at the bottom of the chest was an old black leather notebook. Raiden pulled it out and opened the notebook turning the pages at random; some pages were in better condition than others.
By Hector Gonzalez4 years ago in Fiction
Empyrean: The Epic of Raiden
Whether he opened his eyes for the first time after waking from a long dream or for the billionth time after a blink, he could not tell. Light flooded in exciting his senses. He squinted. After a minute or so his eyes finally adjusted. For a moment he stared into the light above his head confused. It emitted from an unfamiliar rectangular holding. He almost thought he was standing...or looking down, or hovering sideways or something. What kind of fire is that? He thought. He sat up in his bed and looked around the room. There was something different; wrong even. Something was dangling on his chest. He reached up touching the soft tube. Following it with his fingers he felt a slight tug at his face, and that's when the realization set in. The tube snaked up into his nose and a branch of it into his mouth and as the awareness continued to sharpen, he realized he felt it even down his throat. Looking around, he now noticed smaller tubes and wires connected to his body. Beginning to panic he grabbed at the tubes and wires and pulled them off, lastly, as quickly as he could muster, he pulled the tube from his nose and throat gagging as it slid out like a slug. Now he took a closer look; he was in a light blue room wearing a white gown with teal spots. Next to the bed a machine beeped a long high pitched sound.
By Hector Gonzalez4 years ago in Fiction
The Scar Grinned At Me From the Mirror
It was twisted and purple, ugly, and was grinning back at me. I slammed my eyes closed, sweat running down my forehead. The staples hurt today, and I expected the scar underneath to be ugly, but nothing like this. The incision ran from my left arm across my chest to my right arm, where the intruder had cut me before I shot him. He lay bleeding on the floor and started smiling, and the smile turned into a hilarious laugh as he died, and I swear he was still laughing when he passed away. A day I would rather forget.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Fiction
