Fantasy

Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)
Jokurakan, in the mountains outside Osaka. It is a large house in the mountains, with a mountain stream and an exquisite bridge in front of it. Beautiful girls in kimonos greet guests at the bridge, samba dancers waving flamingo feathers shake their breasts to the beat of a drum, and waiters wrapped in Indian turbans come and go to carry the guests' luggage. As the spring chill set in, men stepped out of their cars with fur-clad women in their arms, women's high heels pounding on the stone floor of the mountain, and they did their best to walk as gracefully as possible, their hips and thighs taut under their tight skirts.
By Carmen W Keith4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Water
It was happening. Crest, in the middle of the street. The world was running in its own flow around him. He saw a man in white pass by, a woman with blonde hair a while later.
By Aayush Dhakal4 years ago in Fiction
Baited. Top Story - September 2022.
The child sat with legs crossed under a sky of glittering ink. The cat next to her lay on his side, licking at a bottlebrush tail coloured of charcoal and smoke. His pupils were slitted to needles.
By Lark Hanshan4 years ago in Fiction
Aura gods
The warm light calls from the tunnel's end. Dusty skies and sandy ground, fill the auditorium, like the coliseum of ancient times. An arena sets the stage for one final battle. The crowd erupts in screams, cheers, and chants. Aaaaah-leeeeah-ra, ALEERA, ALEERA. Is this bloodshed worth it, as a final note to the end of war? She is carried by confident strides.
By Leni Koski4 years ago in Fiction
The Sunset Mountain
The attack was over in seconds. The wolves had run off and left the girl for dead. Broken bones, bruised ribs and blood seeping from her left shoulder. She could feel death slowly creeping upon her. Vultures circle in the sky waiting for her to pass out so they can pick at her bones. The sun blazes in the sky, the heat burns her skin badly, scorching and melting her slowly.
By Sara Sparrow4 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveler and the Immortal
Technical Difficulties Everything was finally in place, Amara had spent months studying and gathering all the elements she needed for this moment and all her dedication was about to pay off.
By Brian4 years ago in Fiction
SOVEREIGNTY: THE ORIGIN
CHAPTER 1 My name is Jerome Aja, the firstborn son of the house of Aja one of the 6 pillar houses of Lugella the kingdom of magic, and in this world, where Magic rules everything I was born without any. Typically, I would have been either killed or abandoned to the peasants, but being born into the Aja family, such a disgrace would not be tolerated by my Grandfather, so to hide the shame of his family he had me kept away from social parties and galas for the first 12 years of my life.
By A.P Pleasant 4 years ago in Fiction
The Tail of Thorns
The call rang out from the crow’s nest. “Two ships spotted! Both flyin’ the colors of the Kaokuro Empire!” As word of the sighting spread across the ship, the deck began to teem with the sailors on board. Escorted by two warships, the ship christened The Star-Bound Bounty hailed from the Empire of Thorns, and carried with it a mission of grave importance. Those onboard were proud members of the Dodeeja race, a species of evolved rodents resembling bipedal rats. The Empire of Thorns was heralded as the most advanced among those in the known world.
By Edgar Kingmaker4 years ago in Fiction
The Tail of Thorns
Far from the verdant shores of Dodanjuka, and across the Dan’utto Sea laid Izzoduka. Along the northern shores of this largely unexplored continent were the Outlands of dodeeja expansion. The Outlands teemed with barbarians and ferocious monsters which made it a dangerous location, and slow to settle for cultured dodeeja.
By Edgar Kingmaker4 years ago in Fiction
Eyes Through The Aether
Beginnings are always tricky, aren’t they? You never know how to word it correctly, what feelings to convey, how to introduce yourself properly, or even when. In any case, I should get started then. Right, no judging, eh?
By Demeter-Valencia A Lopez4 years ago in Fiction
Lisa
The revolting spiced scent clogged her throat; it was so thick in the air as he walked past her. She could barely see what he looked like through her blurred vision as her eyes watered and she fought back her gag reflex. She could feel the bile rising up as she swallowed rapidly. It felt as if fire ants were attacking her fingers with burning angry bites. Her palms began to itch as she reminded herself to breathe and that the ants were just a trick of her mind; that it was only the adrenaline coursing through her. Shaking her head minutely, Lisa attempted to stave off the sheer panic that was beginning to consume her. She could see fleeting images overlapping the table in front of her. She abruptly stood, startling Cynthia who was busily munching her salad. “Lisa? What’s wrong?”
By Cassandra Alexander4 years ago in Fiction
At the Third Stroke ...
At The Third Stroke… By: Malcolm Twigg In South Devon, British Telecom, the national telecommunications company at the time, once sent a circular letter to all residents offering to connect all those not yet having service to the telephone system. Accidentally, the letter was also addressed to a local cemetery, as reported in the local press ... which raised a certain train of thought. (The initial words of the title were once part of British Telecom’s Speaking Clock Service).
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Fiction