Fantasy
Death Meets Life
“Mother, why do they fear us?” Thos asked, watching dejectedly as the fawn scampered away. All he had wanted was to pet it, but its eyes had widened in fright and it had run as fast as its unsteady legs would carry it back in the direction of its family.
Rebecca EvansPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Fog
Things are fading in and out more often. Who knows how long the fog that invades my mind lasts for? Sometimes it could be mere moments, other times it could be days or even weeks. Who knows how long the fog lasts for?
Alfie WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Book
Emma pushed back the blankets on her tiny pallet. Her room was dark, but it was small enough that light wasn’t needed. She moved to the edge of her mattress and got down, shuffling to the tiny dresser.
Huckleberry RahrPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Rains of Death
The Rains of Death came without warning in a blanket of orange. It seemed like they started overnight, but really, they had been years in the making. I don’t know what caused them, but it had something to do with humans and pollution. We literally poisoned ourselves out of existence.
Sara DowlingPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Vespers
The day no longer shone of the brilliant sunlight as Danascha once remembered. That warmth that kissed her bright blue skin was nothing but a foggy dream. Her face now barely glimmered a dull gray before her in the smudged mirror with its rusted frame. Her kind hadn’t survived long since the Vespers came to their planet; draining the greens and reds of the forests to mere twigs and branches. Being a Clay-Genoan, Danascha was born to create and care for the beautiful nature and wildlife of Genoa.
Sophia CanfieldPublished 3 years ago in FictionTo The Haven
Asha laid next to her sisters, Ravyn and Courtney, who were sound asleep. She was the oldest. She carried the most on her back when it came to responsibility and seeing things through. She looked at them sleeping peacefully. The girls hid away in an abandoned barn. Asha slowly got up from her pallet. She needed fresh air to think and she didn’t want to wake her sisters. Slipping out the barn doors and closing them back quietly. She walked towards a well in the middle of the property.
Jazzmine WolfePublished 3 years ago in FictionGoing home.
The moon shone brightly on the lake. She had always loved this lake, and even though, it was truly beautiful, there was something different about it. But regardless of what was different, it had always calmed the storms that brewed inside her. A flash of silver caught her eye. It must’ve been a fish, she told herself. She sat there a few more minutes when something touched her foot. It almost looked like something was swimming up to her. The moonlight must’ve been playing tricks on her eyes. No, there was definitely something in the water. It reached up and grabbed her foot. It was a split second before it pulled her in. She expected the water to be cold, but in fact it was perfect temperature. It took her a few minutes to realize she wasn’t having difficulty breathing even though the creature was still pulling her down. She tried swimming upwards back towards the shore but the creature was incredibly strong, and she was caught in a current. It felt more like a hurricane. They were headed towards a pearl castle.
K. E. ThomasPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe 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.