Fantasy

Last Stop for Salvation
“Good, you're awake, we haven't got much time.” I jolted upright from the cot at the sound of the voice. A panicked feeling washed over me like I was late for an exam. My head began to tingle and I felt like I might throw up. I must have gotten up too fast. I sat back down and tried to steady my breath so I wouldn't pass out.
By Dan Ormerod 4 years ago in Fiction
Rebirth
The man was laying on a bed. He opened his eyes and, after a few minutes of patiently lying still, his eyes got used to the dim lighting. No thoughts raced through his mind; his only desire was to get up and explore. After a couple of efforts, he managed to stand on his feet. Cold sweat was sliding down his slender neck. He wiped his forehead with his forearm and thought he smelled rather bad. He looked around and didn’t recognize neither the setting nor the clothes he was wearing. In fact, he didn’t recognize much. Even his own walk felt foreign, peculiar.
By Alvinos Zavlis4 years ago in Fiction
The Line
Welcome to the line – we are proud of each and every one of you aboard The Line and your hard efforts towards the delivery of what we at The Line do to keeps things on Earth happy and comfortable. We are proud of you and thank you for ‘choosing’ to be aboard. Stay happy and comfortable.
By C. E. Williams4 years ago in Fiction
SOMETHING UNEXPLAINABLE IS HAPPENING…
Her head was pounding from the inside out. Drumming on her brain like a marching band. The more she began to wake from her slumber, it seemed her entire body was aching from head to toe. Muscles in her back felt like tiny razors digging and scraping through her skin. Her eyes felt as prickly as a cactus, burning around her eyelids. Her throat was a desert, scratching all the way down her windpipe. It eventually dawned on her; she was sat on a train.
By Elizabeth Butler4 years ago in Fiction
Death Express
The gentle shaking tugged at Shawn, slowly coaxing him into the world. He tried to force the feelings of lucidity away, but the tendrils of sleep slipped further and further away as the demanding rattle forced him into consciousness.
By Kat Thorne4 years ago in Fiction
There was an incident at school
From the classroom came the sound of reading, even in the playground can be heard. Lao Li shuffling on the playground, looking at the empty playground, the heart is very lonely lonely, he recalled the original school, every time to the physical education class, always and partners in this playground to play basketball, at that time the playground is synonymous with joy and relief. But now that he was past middle age, he had not seen his childhood friends for a long time. Where were the old friends? What are they doing now? Could they be thinking about me as much as I'm thinking about them?
By ails4 years ago in Fiction
The A-Tone Train
Clyde wakes up with his world swirling around him. The first thing he sees is a painted wooden door in front of him. Without a thought of hesitation he scrambles to his feet and stumbles toward the door. As he feels his fingers wrap around the cold metal handle he hears a voice behind him.
By ThePaintedWolfWoman4 years ago in Fiction
Sacred Silence
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Boaz had thought once or twice he could hear a shout or a gasp from his friends when they played outside the City domes and tripped or slipped between the boulders. As an adult he had no such illusions, only random tricks of the mind when he remembered his younger days.
By Bryce Greene-Forgue4 years ago in Fiction
The Realm Hopper
Rumbling. There was a rumble beneath me. It was rhythmic, swaying, constant. I blearily opened my eyes, trying to look around. It was dim, and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. When they did, I glanced about, growing more confused by what I saw. Last I remember, I had been backpacking in the woods. I had just entered a cave that I had wanted to explore. I recall that I had found a source of light there, but I remember... nothing else. Now, I looked to be in a small room with two long, cushioned seats that faced each other, and cherry red paneling for walls. There were shelves of polished wood above both seats, and a soft, mossy colored carpet padded the floor. There was a door trimmed in silver to my left, and an ornate window of green stained glass was to my right. Outside the window, objects were blurring by, and quickly. I was in a moving vehicle of some sort. From the set up and the speed, I was probably in a train. But how did I end up on a train of all things? I had been in the middle of the woods!
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Fiction
All Will Know
Everything feels so strange... I sense the world returning to me in bits and pieces. Sound... I hear a loud whistle rattle my ear drums. Touch... my face feels whips of wind, nearly forcing my body to slide against the stone-cold floor. Sight... my eyes gradually begin to open, but everything at first is a blur; my vision is smeared, like some abstract painting I didn’t mean to bring. Smell... my nose begins to burn from the wafts of burnt air I breathe in; smoke is very close by. Taste... the waves of iron swish around in my mouth… It's fresh too. Now I need to figure out where I am... so where am I?
By David Albert Prescott4 years ago in Fiction
When the earth died
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It all started when the earth began to die. Scientists noticed plants and animals were dying. They got together and compared notes to realize what was happening. Ideas were given, some tried and some thrown out. People started to panic when they noticed. The world leaders were trying all they could to find a solution.
By Crystal R Whitchurch4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
Lu Mingfei slowly bent down to pick it up, looked at Chen Wenwen's face, and carefully handed it up. Curiosity was so strong that his eyes bounced around and swept up the text messages on the screen. Chen Wenwen uses an iPhone as well. The phone's text messaging system displays all text messages with someone like a chat log, like stringing together messy memories.
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction