Fantasy
A Royal Choo-Choo
I’m embarrassed enough as it is to have been kidnapped, but did it have to be by these insipid fucks? Father did always tell me that my incompetence would be the death of me. I hate that that asshole is going to end up being right. What would he even think of his daughter, the Dragon Warrior Princess, being knocked out from behind by a couple of vampire thugs? I’m absolutely mortified.
By Marissa Bendick4 years ago in Fiction
Let's Do A time Loop Again
Where am I? I suppose that's a good question to start with. It would seem I'm sitting on a train to get a view of my surroundings. Ok, why am I here? I don't remember this isn't good. The train definitely looks like it has seen better days though. It has some wear and tear along the walls and seats, which are wood with metal frames. The wood looks worn out and some of the metal is slightly rusted. It definitely needs a good refinishing. The passengers were quite numbered, basically, the whole train was pretty full. My seat was at the far back of the train. Everyone was in their own little worlds through various means. Some had books, others had windows to look outside, and some had music they were listening to. Although looking outside my window it's definitely a sight to behold, mountains passing us covered by fog along the tops of their tips and a big rushing river. It was quite the sight to behold, and the rain was misting it up too. An elderly man was walking through the aisle asking people for their tickets. The old man was short balding on top and he had a kind expression on his face. He walked up to me.
By Damien Bussing4 years ago in Fiction
The Final Elemental
The throbbing in my head is the first thing I notice as my aching eyes flutter. The dryness of my eyes and sticky liquid dripping down my face is the second. Groaning, I let my head drop back, the motion aggravating the incessant pounding in my brain. I wait a moment before attempting any further motion, hoping in vain that the angry gnome in my skull tires of pounding on his war drum.
By KLMorganWrites4 years ago in Fiction
A Godless Eden
I shifted in my bed, grumbling a handful of groggy obscenities at the ruckus upstairs. It sounded like a plane was having a drunken affair with a steam engine, all roaring wind and bucking thuds. The damn tenants upstairs didn’t seem to understand how thin the floors were. If I so much as took a step out of bed, the grumpy prick below me would know. I knew this, of course, because every time I so much as tiptoed on a creaky board the bastard would scream like I'd just killed his cat.
By Daley Malpass4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 14
Ulf watched Melrakki as she slept. He noticed the shadows under her eyes and the blankets tightly pulled around her. Dawn had long since passed, but for the first time in years, she had not woken up before him. Ulf did not wake her. Instead he carefully moved his half of the blanket over her and crept out of the bed to get dressed, one hand on his long hair to stop the cuffs braided into it clinking together. Melrakki shivered for a moment under the blankets. The rattle of his cuffs was loud enough to disturb her, but she did not wake up. Ulf breathed a quiet sigh of relief and pulled his boots on. He would be amazed if he managed to get dressed without waking her. Melrakki had always been a light sleeper. Sometimes even a faint gust of wind against the walls of the yurt was enough to rouse her. It had not always been that way, Ulf remembered their early days together when the dead had slept less soundly, but that was before he had decided to unify the tribes, and long before she had decided to sleep with a knife under her pillow. He looked up as Gríð walked through the door, yet another piece of honey root between her teeth. Melrakki groaned in her sleep and Gríð froze where she stood.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
The Runaway Train
A crisp autumn breeze sent a handful of bright yellow leaves swirling down to the busy Los Angeles street, and whipped up the scarf of a young woman who was hurrying down the sidewalk. She brushed it away with a sigh of annoyance made visible by the chill, and tugged her petticoat more tightly around. As she approached a rustic-looking cafe, glowing string lights and the smell of hot coffee beaconed her inside. She opened the door, accompanied by the welcoming chime of small bells and proceeded to place her order. Making her way toward the window view, she sat down heavily at one of the small metal tables with her hands wrapped around the warm paper cup.
By Jasmine DeVeaux4 years ago in Fiction
The Villains We Desperately Needed
Someone was breathing on my face. The realization of this unsettling thought jerked me awake with a start. The peaceful face of a boy, the spitting image of mine, swam into my vision. He had a shaggy mop of hair the color of silver, the ends of it almost completely covering his peacefully closed eyes. But even closed I knew the color of them. It was the same as mine - ocean blue.
By Mariya Barakova4 years ago in Fiction
This Seat is Taken
Mr. Nobody had made his decision. He stood without hesitation, bracing himself against the rocking of the train by holding the overhead luggage rail. The train jerked as if rolling along unmaintained tracks in some third world country, as if protesting his decision and begging him to get back into his seat. Mr. Nobody had had enough.
By Douglas Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Time Trap
Every loss becomes a time trap. This glass train was one Martha never asked to enter. She was placed on it against her permission when she was too young to be heard. She had ideas and glimpses of what existed on the outside of this train, but she had not experienced life in any other role other than that of a passenger.
By Kristy K Boone4 years ago in Fiction
