Fantasy
Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)
"But after he found out he had a son, he suddenly became cautious. He said he cared about my likes and dislikes, watched me carefully, could whisper for me, and said he finally understood that no matter how powerful a father is, he can get down on the ground and play horse for his child to amuse his son, crawling while making clattering hoof noises from his mouth. At the end of the letter, he said that for the first time in my life I felt bound, not by some rule, but by my son. I had a family like a normal human being, even though there was only one bald son at home, and suddenly all the fear I had felt for so many years dissipated and I felt full of joy."
By Carmen W Keith4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 2: The Incident at Farmer Krum's Cabin
Time slows to a crawl as Kannan tightens his grip on Dawnbringer’s hilt. Closing both eyes, his heart thundering like a raging winter storm, he readies himself for the impending battle. The sword’s circular pommel stone flares momentarily with bright light. Soon after, the great sword’s blade sings softly as it slowly unsheathes from its scabbard. Heat radiates through Kannan’s body as the blue runes engraved in the sword ignite with an azure glow, enveloping the sharp edges of the blade in a spectral pale aura. Kannan experiences a heightened clarity of thought, a sudden rush of strength, and his mind is flooded with ancient knowledge of countless battles as the spell-forged sword becomes an extension of himself.
By Dylan Crice4 years ago in Fiction
Tales from Tabletop
The capital of the Izan Imperium, Izan’Larai, was often considered a crowning jewel of commerce, trade, and beauty, beyond compare. It was also rife with people of all races, be they elf, dwarf, or any other, and all walks of life. It was summer, but the land was largely unaffected by the changing of the seasons. Every day, save days when the sea brought cool mists to shore, was a creeping heat from dawn to dusk. During midday, the market was full to bursting, filled to the brim with merchants, craftsmen, and customers. Rare was a desired item missing from the market. Anything one could want, whether it be rare linens, fine alchemical compounds, or even rare beasts from across the world. Anything worth anything could be found here.
By D.T. Brennan4 years ago in Fiction
Firebolt
In the pit of my soul where I knew honesty was never shy, I felt a swarm of butterflies invade my system as I left my job downtown in the boisterous city of Citadel. Lex and I had gotten into another argument regarding our future together and I was trying my best to remain level-headed, but with every passing mile, I found my anger spiking. We’d been texting since mid-afternoon after my lunch break and when the topic rolled in I tried to be clear and concise without the bitchy attitude I’m known to have. Yet, his message said: I’m still not sure if I’m ready for that. Then, it was like something in me snapped.
By Troi McAdory 4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 14
Life at the convent was quite simple, yet rather peaceful. The sisters had developed a seamless routine of pray, eat, work, repeat, and Danny and Penelope fell into that routine with little difficulty. Mother Abigail had a seemingly endless list of minor repairs and routine maintenance tasks for Danny to do in addition to helping out with the daily chores. Although by far not the most skilled carpenter or plumber, Danny knew how to swing a hammer and wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty if the need arose. Every other day, a handful of the sisters traveled down into the valley to the nearby village, to help out the elderly and infirm. Penelope elected to go with them on these little trips, mostly so that she could check out the village book shop and do more research on the internet there. Danny, of course, couldn't leave the convent for a myriad of reasons, but was usually kept so busy he didn't have time to notice her absence.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Sweet Exchange
The hustle and bustle of the city pushed against her face in a forceful, inescapable hug. Maxine Devereux shoved her hands into her pockets, grumbling as she walked to her apartment building. Her curly black hair was styled in a neat bun, tendrils of hair framing her brown face and swaying in the wind as she moved. She turned her body just in enough time to avoid running into a food cart that was rushing to its next destination to catch its late afternoon customers.
By Troi McAdory 4 years ago in Fiction
Alien DNA - is the Truth Stranger than Fiction?
Bob decides to go the library, where he can ruminate in peace. He saw on the news that scientists now think we might have DNA. That some humans have origins from beyond this planet. Bob has suspected this for years, but has been too bogged down by the minutae of daily life to explore anything including his own mind. Bills, kids, and taxes take up most of his waking thoughts, and there is nothing left for Bob at the end of the day.
By Susan Eileen 4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)
"No, he wouldn't talk like that, but it gave me this feeling. Because of the accident in the port of Hamburg, the first generation of Lionheart was completely wiped out, and he was the only one who survived. He was sustained by hatred to survive until today, right? On the surface is a flirtatious old man, inside is a wounded tiger, all the time sharpening his teeth. He wants to exterminate the dragons, and those who stand in his way are eradicated, if the school board becomes a stumbling block he will level the school board as well, he can do it. You are becoming more and more like dragonkind and less and less human."
By Carmen W Keith4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)
Manstein nodded his head. "I was the one who recruited him into the Kassel Academy, but I monitored his movements at all times from the day he enrolled. If he gets out of hand, I will not hesitate to put him on the danger list and arrange for the commissioner to wipe him out. Only the devil can manage the executive department, and those who travel with me are crazy, what sustains us is not feelings but common goals. Since ancient times the secret party is such an organization, our opponents are strong to unparalleled dragon species, if there are still fragile feelings, then we will certainly die!"
By Carmen W Keith4 years ago in Fiction
