Fantasy
Bound
The trip to the Annual Trade this year was different form before. I was asked to join the head family of the coven. Lilite, Andreo's daughter and only pure-breed heir, asked me to wear my one formal dress. I found this very odd. It had been maybe one hundred years since the last time I wore it. And the last time I had worn it, attention I did not ask for nor want was given. Lilite was excitedly blabbering on about how the Trade would be for the best Prize(s) yet. I would smile or where it called for it but on the inside I had a feeling that this year with me being allowed to speak more freely, I would overstep my welcome. We started going through the human cities. This was always my favorite part of the trip. The lights looked like stars in some towns and fireflies in the cities. I would see all the colors of rainbows everywhere. People would be smiling and laughing until we would pass. Then all the happiness would drain and you could see the pure terror creep into their expression. " Zapphire! We're there, " the shrillness jarred my attention back to Lilite. That's when I heard the music. We removed ourselves from the transportation. I allowed the family to go in front of me to show I was still not an "equal". Lilite was apparently having no part of it, grabbed my arm and was just about dragging me into the theater. When we were inside I finally spoke, " Okay. I get it. stick with you all." She started chuckling and nodding as she let go. The hostess escorted our head family to an assigned booth along the wall. I was the last to take my seat just as the lights dimmed to a spot light.
By Cody Kennedy3 years ago in Fiction
THE LADY IN THE BEACH HOUSE
I never knew what to think of doomsday, the end of the world, or what it all meant. Many stories have been written about the end of times, a life beyond, fantasy, science fiction, and I never understood dystopia until I got a job as a toll collector on the beach. The first time that I had seen the ocean, I was in awe, amazed, and lost in its infinity. I knew that this was where I wanted to be. It all began one day when I had met a woman, Labella. She was tall, thin, and very attractive. She wore a long beach dress which flowed in the wind. She was laden in dangling earrings, necklaces, and rings on all of her fingers. She lived in a large house on the beach which resembled a castle.
By Alfred Jendrasik3 years ago in Fiction
Catch Me
Tessa Faye couldn’t stop her body or her heart from plummeting to the dark waters below strewn with jagged rocks. Her auburn hair flew up around her face as she closed her eyes and prayed for someone to save her. She knew no one would save her, but that didn’t stop her from sending out a prayer to any deity that would hear her out. As her silent prayers reached out to the high heavens, she grasped the rosary around her neck and clutched it for dear life for the first time in her life. Tessa wasn’t a religious girl, but at this moment she was willing to believe in anything to save herself.
By Ashley Whitehead3 years ago in Fiction
The Visitors
I remember the day they came. At first we were greeted with kindness, under the guise that they wanted to study our planet, learn our ways, become friends. We trusted them after time, and our planet was thriving as the visitors taught us their ways. I remember the day they brought their priests, teaching us new religions and “science”. Before that time, we lived in total harmony with our planet and our creator, who often visited us. But their kind words and smiles fooled us. We were led away from the love and care we held for our old ways. We gave it all up in order to become what they called “enlightened”. As they taught us, there were ones that dissented and questioned the visitors. They warned of what could come about with abandoning our creator and our reverence for the things made by her hand. At first we did not believe it; how could these visitors hurt us after years of cohabitation? Slowly, the warnings quieted, and as I look back now I am ashamed that we did not notice the slow but steady silencing of those speaking out. How could we have been so blind to not notice our own kind being brought down until there was no one left that questioned the visitors?
By Megan Strawderman3 years ago in Fiction
Godless
God. It was a town like any other town despite the holy nomenclature. I guess I thought I would always be safe here. The tree lined streets of suburbia. The quiet security of pristine picket fences. The low population and crime rate. It was not until the summer of 2024 when the world was on a brink of change. My son and I watched the news but no one knew what would happen at that time; including myself. Nothing could touch us in our tiny town. We were sleepy and quant and that big city stuff just did not happen here. We watched as the monuments to the errors of the past were destroyed so no one could remember but it was best to forget anyways. Order was becoming obsolete to make way for tolerance of all things. It became everything was okay or nothing was. Society was geared for a shift and thanks to social media, pod casts, and news outlets everything just started to become okay; they were already setting the stage.
By Nicole Celencevicius3 years ago in Fiction
Voice Within The Silence
As I ran through the forest, the wet leaves slapped my face and body as the rain aggressively stabbed my skin. It felt like my ancestors were using the elements of the earth to express how disappointed and angry they were with me, I didn't blame them I felt like a fool myself. The skeletons had finally escaped from the closet, but they weren't mine, they were Ngozi's skeletons disguised as mine.
By Ropafadzo Thokozani Zinyuke3 years ago in Fiction