Fantasy
The Valley of Hea'reh
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Before, they'd known better. Their kind stayed confined to the Northern Mountains, where the thin crisp air caused no damage to their hearty lungs and the fire roiling through their bellies kept them warm through even the harshest winters. It was more than they deserved, but Rydon had always driven his kingdom with mercy at the rudder.
By Danicia Lee-Hanford4 years ago in Fiction
Ch 3: Follow the Red
Inspira had never traveled into the woods before, so she was unsure of how far they went. There was no direction, she had no compass, and no map. She was simply going by intuition. She was sure the Light Worker would have shown herself by now. The Lantern in her outstretched hand was her only source of light. She felt as if she had been walking for some time, but had no real idea of how long she truly had been traveling. There were no trails or markers to lead her through. It was just her and the tree’s.
By The Protagonist Priestess4 years ago in Fiction
The Yumi Express
Dreams are mysterious things. As a child when I’d wake from a nightmare, my parents always fed me the same words- “They’re just in your head, they can’t hurt you, they aren’t real.” Over and over I heard those words but I was never convinced. How could it possibly be in my head when it felt so real?
By Madison Freel4 years ago in Fiction
Other Worlds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But nobody prepared me for how loud the sound of nothing would be when it escaped from my lips. I felt as if every celestial entity could feel the deafening wake of the pain that permeated from my body. It’s as if it was sending this force field of desolation throughout the entire cosmos. I felt as if my entire being was a beacon, pulsating outward an emptiness that could split the universe into two. It wasn’t just my mind that was oscillating out of control, but my body was spinning further and further into darkness as I propelled deeper into the cold nothingness that outer space provided. I wondered how I even ended up here, encapsulated by this odd spacesuit that temporarily protected my frail human body, plunging away from what you might consider home. Earth. His face flashes in front of me and I remain consumed by his existence. The reason I am even here in the first place, spiraling throughout the expansion of the galaxy. Him. He was the reason.
By Erin Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
The End of Everything
By: Rebecca Keene Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Regardless, I was still screaming, because screaming isn't what we do for attention. It is rather an involuntary release of immense unbearable pain. Screaming into the void is therefore a perfectly logical behavior. It doesn't matter at all that no one will hear. Screaming into the void of open space is where I find myself now, but I digress. To tell my story correctly, we must begin at the beginning.
By Rebecca Keene4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: Men in Bowler Hats
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Nebalon, gurgled some from habit but he was comfortable breathing in the atmosphere of his ship. He was more concerned about how they would steal the technology from the scientists. He really didn't want to pay them or trade for it. The Bandits had the experience in these matters, he would rely on their skills, maybe they could make it a simple transaction. The Gray disagreed; he ran numbers through their onboard computer for workable scenarios. Among the variables for their mission to succeed required avoiding intrusion from the Empire which Nebalon dreaded. The scenarios, the Gray decided would all fail if this key issue was not eliminated. The Gray hoped the Bandits had a scheme to bilk them.
By Dennis Staples4 years ago in Fiction
Storm People
Someone who is truly a storm at heart has the most peculiar eyes. They’re grey and silvery like the eyes of many people, but there’s something else strange and wild behind them. Look too long, and you’ll swear you see dark, roaming clouds reflected in those eyes, not to mention a lightning flash or two. Their voices are low and melodious, like the rumbling of thunder or the crash of the ocean against the cliffs when the waves are especially treacherous — soothing, but unsettling at the same time.
By Shannon Hilson4 years ago in Fiction
