Fantasy
The King Requests Your Presence
“The king has requested your presence.” These were the first words she heard from anyone outside of her personal staff this morning. It was Alrick, the King’s personal butler. Alrick was a stiff, cold, older gentleman. She was told he’d been with the king since his father ruled. “The king would like for you to join him for luncheon in the gardens this afternoon.” Alrick said. He then promptly turned on his heal and left the room.
By CrashdLanding4 years ago in Fiction
One Way Railway Ch. 3
This place sure isn't like any I'd seen before. Everything looks all shiny and clean, from the floors to the ceiling. It makes my eyes hurt a little from the light sparkling off the gleaming red, white and polished silver. The people who ran it must really like working here to keep it so pretty looking. It strikes me as odd that they're aren't more customers in here. This seems to be the only spot in Purgatory that serves food, although just by looking at the sign behind the counter I don't think I've ever had food like this before. Some of those things I ain't too sure are even food at all.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 19
Astrid took a long breath as she walked back towards Jarl and Knud. She could see condensation forming from her breath in the cold night. Before she said a word, she piled the wood she had collected onto the fire and sat down on the rocks. Her face was exposed for the first time that day.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
Remembering Yeshua
He would have never hurt her. He stood taller than her and looked down upon her with loving eyes. Who was he to be so kind? No man had ever seen her the way he had. She remembered the day he had pulled her to the river's edge. It wasn't really all that surprising to her that there were multitudes of six petaled flowers growing all around them. It seemed that wherever they walked, new life grew all around them. His aura was shining blue into crystalline white. She sighed and breathed in the swirl of their connected Merkabah's: he was more than her lover; he was the other half of her star-soul. She was divinely incarnated feminine and he, oh, he was divinely, incarnated masculine with rough-hewn hands and a mischievous, half-cocked smile.
By Raina D. McGowan4 years ago in Fiction
Scholar and girl
One day, he was walking in a wood when it suddenly began to rain heavily. He had no umbrella, looked anxiously about him, and ran to a nearby tree, under which he was going to shelter. "Ah, if it becomes an umbrella how good ah!" He did not run a few steps, saw a mushroom on the ground could not help but say. As soon as he had finished speaking, the mushroom really grew and grew so quickly that it was as tall as a bower, big enough to hold a dozen people.
By frey dugas4 years ago in Fiction
The genie in the cupboard
First, New Year's Eve met the old jar The sound of firecrackers rang in the air in fits and starts. The Star walked alone in the deserted street with his sausage, calculating that, after the one he had already eaten, he could eat the remaining sausage nine times, and save a little, perhaps, to survive the coldest days.
By frey dugas4 years ago in Fiction
A Lucid Dream
I found myself laying on a cold block of ice drifting with nothing but water encompassing me. I felt impeccably small, and for a moment, I viewed myself from a bird's eye view, staring down upon myself, just a speck of white floating in the calm sea. I abruptly came back into my body and jumped to my feet.
By Zeline Farney4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles Ch. 11
After Dr. Horace left to fix a cup of tea for his ward, Danny headed downstairs to the guest room to check up on Penelope. He thought about just letting himself in, but paused with his hand on the knob. On the off chance that she had awakened, he didn't wish to barge in unannounced. Very timidly, he tapped on the door, "Penelope? Are ye awake?" He put his ear to the heavy walnut panel, listening carefully for any sign of movement on the other side. When he heard nothing, he swallowed nervously and pushed the door open.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
