Fantasy
OVERSEER: The Duel
Meron settled into the deep shadow of a dusty stairwell overhang. A faint scent of urine dominated the place, and she wrinkled her nose at the unpleasant odor. The dim moon shone overheard, providing enough light to notice the shadowy form creeping along the opposite edge of the dark alleyway. Meron settled further into the shadow, steeling herself for the unavoidable battle. She could say he was invisible, but it was not. At least not to Meron.
By Mark Jefferson3 years ago in Fiction
Treasures
It was rare these days to find something of real value. Team leader Six stood confidently in the center of the village’s common area, her experienced senses taking in the information around her. Villages like this were scattered all along the river, filled with communities of survivors eking out an existence in what was left of the world. Survival for her clan meant controlling the world around them, and controlling the few resources that were left. Scouting, planning, and ruthless execution always overcame seclusion and anonymity. This fight was over.
By Michael Troutt3 years ago in Fiction
Blueback Flight
1 -Blueback Vaughn Skagg distracted himself with imagining all the things he could buy with his dragon hunt earnings. A blade with an ice enchantment. No, a fire-enchanted dagger. Perhaps a cloak of gliding. Why, he could even hire a journeyman mage as a business associate and traveling companion. But if he was realistic he needed a steed of his own.
By Dean Floyd3 years ago in Fiction
The Death Within
All stories can either be happy or sad...My life is just in between, however, if you're reading this that means something changed. My mother once told me, that the greatest killer is not a man, that of disease or Hunger but the death within. I would like to tell you more about how it all began, where I come from, and who I am, but for now. I will just give you my name. My name is Sarah, and this heart of a locket you could call it is the heart of my mother. Every day things seem to increase from bad to worse, to the point I begin to miss when only Covid was a thing that was the worst. I remember at least in those times maybe a temporary relief. Today's date is 2028 for the month and the day I have no idea. It's been over a year that the world has just stopped caring what day or month that it is, as we continue to hope that maybe next year will be something better. Currently, I like many others I am dying. Most of us now don't live past our 30s there are still some of us that survived however it's just a matter of time. So if you're wondering what it is I'm speaking of, things must've gotten better. Please take care of yourself because the things I'm speaking of, or of things to come and to continue to come now but even in the future when things may seem to be better. --- Ever since I was a little girl I've seen a lot of great sadness. I was there when the Spanish flu, World War II, swine disease, Covid, and A call for peace was made worldwide. If you're wondering, yes I am old. I'm 110 years of age sometime this year. How? Remember that locket, the heart of my mother? Sometime in 2023 or 2024 something Happened that no one saw coming. Something my mother has spoken of as long ago. See it wasn't a pandemic that you cannot see. Many other events unfolded, the markets closed and digital currencies begin to sweep the nation ending in a crash that only had a domino effect on the world. The world at that time depended on it for its banking and all other finances. Which is no more, now there's neither rich nor poor. We are all poor to some degree, many others are worse off than me. But still, this is not what's killing us. We are all suffering from the death within, and it's not the pandemic that broke out yesterday. I'm sure there is still more to come, and Hunger seems to be more and more widespread. I know that I said my story is neither sad nor happy. I want to share a secret, that my mother told me."Daughter, I want to share something with you that you can choose to keep or to tell others but know that if you share
By Thomous Goddard3 years ago in Fiction
A Revolution
I take a step forward. I look at my feet, covered in dirt, and bruises I can’t feel anymore. It’s been a long time since I could feel anything thanks to the serum I was given, however many months ago. The concept of time is gone, but so is pain. I clutch the bottom of the long white shirt I wear, my fingers unable to appreciate the soft fabric I’m holding. The air is warm, judging by the sweat dripping down my face into my eyes, but I can’t feel heat, nor the wetness of perspiration. I know it didn’t used to be normal, not feeling anything, but things aren’t normal anymore. Maybe some pain wouldn’t be so bad right now, if it meant feeling anything.
By Aaron King3 years ago in Fiction
If Eminem Ruled the World
Eminem has been elected world leader. He was a controversially smooth candidate. Universal basic income of latest-model TV’s and phones. Self-care, fashion and music products. Delightful homes full of delivered-by-bike food. Equality and reform. A secret sauce for mental clarity. The world, obsessed with fame and luxury, was seduced. Eminem assumed his position as world leader. More money than the internet can count, and more power than Tesla could theorise. He was a fun and a charming leader at first, until he plunged the world into disrepair.
By Josh Reinhardt3 years ago in Fiction
Journey (Working Title)
Chapter 1 The sound of rustling leaves as he pushed them out of his path, the sound of the wind brushing past him while he ran. There was nothing more that he loved as he ran through the woods. Even though he was being chased, he couldn’t help but love these sounds around him. The adoration almost masked the fear that he felt as he ran from them. They were chasing him for a reason unknown to him. All he knew was that he needed to get away. He could feel the pounding of their feet trailing behind his. Scared of getting caught he turned left into the thicket, hoping to hide from his pursuers but as he ran through the thick bushes he heard a faint creak under his feet just before the ground below him snapped and he fell.
By Damian Pires3 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Haven
Old and frail, she stood above them. She stood tall, back straight, her face drawn and gaunt. Ash fell from the sky and gently swirled around her frowning face before touching her hair like a lover's caress, and around her neck a shining heart shaped locket encasing a glowing white stone shone like a beacon, so pretty, for all the pain and suffering it’s existence had cost. In the distance we could see the faint outline of wings against the mountain rocks, all different shapes and sizes, they stood to be a reminder, a statement; they were always watching, always listening. It was only their mercy and our angel dome, our security net, that provided us some form of protection during times like these. Only because they allowed it could she stand before us, rally us, prepare us to fight. Only because of their unjust mercy was she able to live so long, and only her strength and will would protect her now. As she spoke, her words, her life echoed around us, surrounded us and whispered through the mountains, taunting them, preparing them just as much as it prepared us.
By Shania Webb3 years ago in Fiction