Fantasy
The Samhain Chronicles
Danny's freefall into the abyss was halted suddenly when he crash landed onto a bed that was slightly too small for him. The wind was driven from his lungs on impact, and he was greeted by another sharp flare of pain from his upper back. Two women were leaning over him as he struggled to catch his breath, both looking deeply worried and alarmed. "Daniel," the shorter, slimmer woman said sternly, "Daniel, it's alright... just relax and breathe. Do you know where you are, Daniel?"
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Wonders of Sage
It had been a year since Elrin first visited the small village of Aharin. He had a spring in his step, even after the long four days' journey he had gone through to get to the area. He let his horse, Nyla, trot beside him while he held the reins. She'd worked hard to get to Aharin, as she usually did, and she deserved a small break from the weight she'd been carrying for four days.
By Ayanna Crawford4 years ago in Fiction
The Runaway Train
Wow this dream I’m having seems so real, I swear I even feel like I’m moving. “Tickets, Tickets” I hear someone yell. I crank open one eye, “What the hell, where am I?” I say out loud. A little old woman next to me swats my arm “That’s not appropriate language for a lady”. She’s dressed in some sort of get up that looks like it comes from the 1800’s. I turn to her and say “Okay next time I’ll say what the fuck, where am I?”. The look on her face as she got up and left was priceless. Before I had time to enjoy my own humor, I heard a person yell for tickets again. Oof, okay Brenda what did I drink, who did I go with, and why am I on a train? I heard the ticket person yelling closer so I decided I might need to move to another car to buy myself sometime to figure out what was going on. As I walked to the door between cars I looked around. In this car I have a bunch of old bitties. Some of them look like they walked right out of a mid century film like that one we’ve all seen with the girl trying to get a husband because that’s like her only job. I spot the chick who was sitting next to me earlier and decide to bother her again. “Hey girl, what’s poppin? I’m thinking of jumping this car for the next one. You want to come with me and see if we can get into some trouble?”. Her repulsion is almost so thick you can cut it with a knife. I decided to bend in and give her a kiss on the cheek. Before I can gleam over how much I’m irritating her, flames shoot up from her hand and burnt my arm. “Wait, what was that?” Her face turns a bright shade of red and she says “I have held restraint because I am waiting for judgment but next time I will burn your face off”. Now in a normal scene I’d throat punch this bitch but with flames coming from who knows where I decided it was in my best interest to walk and get to the next car.
By Maria Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles
Every inch of Danny's body ached severely. He felt, oddly enough, like he'd been cooked alive from the inside out via a cataclysmic nuclear blast...and yet, somehow, he was still breathing. The warm, comforting scent of chicken soup greeted him as he came back to his senses, and to his deep confusion he thought he could hear someone quietly singing. With a groan, he unglued his eyelids and looked groggily around his environment. He seemed to have lost his glasses, but the blurry landscape of his apartment was quite familiar and unmistakable. The sky was a hazy pink to purple ombre outside, barely visible from the last dying rays of sunlight dipping below the horizon, and he could barely make out the pale light of the first evening stars winking into existence. Very stiffly, he turned his head toward the kitchenette and squinted at the source of the low, tranquil melody playing on his ear.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles
A shrill, chirping noise finally roused Danny from his deep sleep, and he sat up with a groggy groan. He squinted at the morning sun shining in his eyes, wincing at the impressions his glasses had made in his face, "Och... wh-what time is...?" He gasped at the time on the digital display of his alarm clock after he silenced it, "Mercy me, it's nearly half-eight!! I slept in!" He sped through the fastest shower of his life and an equally brisk shave (nicking himself twice in his haste) before throwing on a set of clothes that were wrinkled but reasonably clean. He brushed his teeth and tied his shoes simultaneously, leaving his toothbrush by the kitchen sink as he hurried out with his briefcase in hand. Miracle of miracles, he managed to unlock his classroom and plop down at his desk mere seconds before the first bell rang.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Heart of stone
Waking up well before the sun rose she rubbed her eyes and stretched getting out of bed quickly. If you can call what she slept on a bed it was hay with a blanket tossed over it and the fire singed the edges since she slept right next to it. Getting dressed in her basic cotton dress she put on her apron and got to work getting water from the well and preparing breakfast. She made eggs bread and sliced cheese which was most common for breakfast, she hardly got a taste of it though.
By Raevyn Simona4 years ago in Fiction
One-Way Railway
I never should have taken this job. My mother begged me not to leave Savannah, but I was too hard-headed to listen. "The Future is out West, Ma," I'd said, "Everybody knows that!" The Future... if that wasn't the worst, gall-darn excuse ever, I don't know what was. In truth, I had to get away. With Pa gone and me being the oldest, I was put in charge of taking care of my brothers and sisters while Mama was working at the Mill. I love them, honestly, but you try babysitting seven young'uns at once sometime...for five years straight. That, and I was afraid if I'd stayed any longer Mama'd marry me off to that low-down Buford McClain. I've seen the way he used to look at me in church, and how friendly Mama had been to him lately. I don't care if he is the richest tobacco farmer in six counties! Let someone else hitch their wagon to that rat-faced old coot.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 13
It was cold. The sun had only just risen high enough to peak over the edge of the mountains and the early morning mist still clung to the slopes. Astrid could barely see ahead more than a couple of feet, but she was untroubled by the lack of visibility. She always wondered how elves and dwarfs could manage with only their eyes to guide them when hearing would often tell them so much more.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
