Fantasy
The Trip to Safety
I miss sunscreen, I haven't been able to get any since last year. I decided to wear a long sleeve light shirt and jeans, at least most of my body would be protected from sunburn. I am so pale and I always get sunburn in the summer. My locket is under my shirt, beside Sarah, my daughter, it's all I have. It was given to me from my grandma, and was given to her by her grandma. It looks silver and is shaped like a heart. The locket has a heart carved in the center. There was writing engraved along the border of the locket but I can't read it because it is so old. It always feels cool, even in the hot July weather. It was passed on to me because I was the only one in my family to have a daughter. It is a tradition to pass it on though the females my family. It helps to have it with me. These days we live in, sadness seems to be everywhere.
The Aftermath
Jake was alone, had no clue who was on his side and didn’t know who to trust, if anybody. The one thing he did know was he had to get back to Daisy and Caroline, and that had become his only concern. Ignorant of the challenges that lay before him, he would face them all head on if that’s what it took to get his family back together.
Jackson HowlPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Town Called Twinkleslump
Long ago and far away, in a small village called Twinkleslump, stood an enchanted wishing well, right smack in the middle of the town square. Although Twinkleslump was technically a village, the village people had all agreed to call it a 'town square' and not a 'village square,' hoping it would grow into a town once everyone, far and wide, learned of their well.
Dr Oolong SeeminglyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Korrigan's Gift
I grew up in a small coastal town that was sleepy ten months out of the year, except for July and August when it seemed like every city-dweller in the country would come flooding in to take refuge on our little piece of the Atlantic coast. They would stay at one of two big resorts located right by the marina and boisterously take over every inch of the local beaches with their lounge chairs, party music, and barbecues. At the time, my family lived in a dingy little shoebox right above the railway that would rattle vigorously for a few seconds once every four minutes when a cargo train would pass by. I had a normal, quiet childhood. During the week, I went to school and play with my friends. On the weekends between mid-September and mid-May, weather permitting, my parents took me to the then-deserted grey-sanded beach, a mere fifteen walk from our home.
Laureline LandryPublished 3 years ago in FictionAfter The Night
Chapter 1 We were running. He was ahead of me, leaping through the thick emerald bushes under the bright moon filled sky.I was running behind him, barely keeping up through my laughing, leaping and stumbling forward.
J K ThompsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionDark Wizards
In the dead of night, a helicopter flies by, shining its light down on the ground. Under the cover of darkness, a dark cloaked figure is behind some rubble. As the helicopter flies by, the dark figure runs over to the next piece of debris. As it passes by the general area, the cloaked figure runs into a cave.
Jeremiah EllisonPublished 3 years ago in FictionDanse Macabre
"No one gets inside without a proper donation!" It was difficult to hear the man, even as he shouted over the howling wind and blustering snow. Nicholas Moon could not make out all the words, but the general meaning was not lost on him. Still, he feigned ignorance as he leaned forward, cupping his ear with his hand.
What's Inside
What is inside? “Do not open”, they say. “Terrible troubles will unfold. Do not open!” But with every step my tired feet take upon the ash laden land, my curiosity grows.
Trinity LawsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Statue And Its Cat
On a dark, stormy night a downpour ensues. Thunder can be heard in the distance. A white cat runs in search of shelter. It runs past a bronze statue into a corner between a fence and shrubbery. A noise can be heard, like metal rustling. All of a sudden, the statue moves and steps down from its podium causing the sidewalk to crack under its metal foot.
Jeremiah EllisonPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Hajarta
I When the bell rang six times, Wishla knew it was time. He would be coming for her, and he would be bringing everyone.
Bryan LeedsPublished 3 years ago in FictionI Have Seen The Future
Every dusk was always the same. The creatures stirred from their slumber as the sun sat just above the horizon. Their tremulous cries warned any human still alive to find shelter, promising that they would not live to see another morning otherwise. Moving only during the day was a necessity, as the evil beasts were curiously averse to the sun. The night, however, belonged to them and their bloodlust.
C. L. MarksPublished 3 years ago in FictionListon's Knife
Let the whole world witness the great art we have wrought. Tonight—I am more alive, more aware, than ever I have been. Kaminski gripped me in his left hand while in his right he carried the bloody heart of Mary Jane Kelly. In the morning, they would find the rest of her, and it will change London forever. I knew this was only the beginning of what we could accomplish together. Mary Kelly had been our greatest triumph, but with such a perfect brush as Kaminski, and all of London as our canvas—there was no limit to what we could accomplish together.