Fantasy
Train of Thought
Darkness. At least initially there is darkness. That is until consciousness begins to flutter in like blood seeping into a carpet. Consciousness, at first, is encapsulated by hazy pixelations and incomplete imagery. Unfamiliar surroundings reign supreme in this new world. However, as the brain begins to integrate this incomplete picture, consciousness begins to feel like something more describable. The pixelations are beginning to feel more concrete. Finally, in what feels like an eternity, you regain complete control of your mental capacities. You are officially awake.
By Logan Willis4 years ago in Fiction
The Death Train
I noticed the slight rocking movement first. Then, the gentle white-noise of a motor. A humming, whirring, clacking, all in rhythm. Every sound and feeling dragged me further down, down, down. Back into sleep so deep, I couldn’t feel my body anymore. Pain, memory… it all floated away, replaced by a need to rest. To let go…
By Meghan Thew4 years ago in Fiction
The love of Ezedrin
“If love condemns me to die, it will do the same for you.” Ezedrin met Rowen by happenstance. He was selling leatherworks on a wintry day when the winds blew sharper than swords. His shop wasn’t much to look at. Little more than a hastily constructed wooden stand with a variety of leather gloves, bags, and sheathes nailed across its frame.
By Dylan Ritch4 years ago in Fiction
A Sail of Innovation
Redfurd and Wilfeather have been friends and colleagues for many years. Both teaching classes at the college and engaging in private studies. Class had ended half an hour ago and there wouldn't be another session for the entire summer. Redfurd was going to visit Wilfeather so they could continue their studies.
By E. C. Gabriel4 years ago in Fiction
The Bombardier
CHAPTER ONE Randall Sullivan slumped in the passenger seat aboard a speeding train on its continuing trip between the realms of truth and fantasy. He will awaken, like many others, without a ticket, without any knowledge as to how he arrived in the seat across the aisle from an elderly couple dressed in gray attire. But during his time on this train, he’ll come to understand a mystery few have ever known.
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Fiction
Howling Hats
Madelyn hid in the shadows of the alleyway, right next to a small shop called Howling Hats, a shop placed cozily on a corner street that was pretty dead on this full moon night. The lights were still on, as she hobbled her way into the little space between the shop and the building next to it, carefully sliding down the wall, keeping her left leg straight as she could. She was so tired from all the running, especially after getting shot across her left thigh. Every time she put pressure on it, there was a sensation that both stung and tickled at the same time. It was definitely not a fun sensation. The eight-year-old looked around, and then back at herself, at her giant hands, covered in brown fur, her hind legs ripping through the back of her jeans, her tattered shirt, and down at her short, but pointy snout. All she could think of was wanting her mom, and began to weep uncontrollably.
By Mitchell Condon4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles
A young boy crashed through the heavy brush, his lungs burning as if they were on fire. The dense forest was pitch black, and an eerie, chill wind gnawed bitterly at his flesh. Branches and thorns tore at his clothing and skin, causing numerous deep scratches on his arms, legs and face. His heart thundered against his ribcage and hot tears of absolute terror poured down his thin, flushed cheeks but still he ran, never slowing for even a second. He glanced back over his shoulder repeatedly as he ran, putting on an extra burst of speed as the crunching and creaking of the underbrush behind him steadily grew louder. A loud, angry brogue directly behind him made him quiver with fear. "Get back here, ye rotten wee brat! Ye'll be sorry ye e'er tried to escape when I get me bloody hands on ye!!"
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Sleeping Witch 1
The knight looked up at the tower, which stood deep in the forest. The tower is located at the junction of two kingdoms, surrounded by a treacherous mist, there have been many brave people venture into this area, but unfortunately most of them will lose their way in the mist, even the tower door can not enter. Occasionally, some people are lucky enough to enter the tower, but to face a series of even more terrible hurdles, the lighter internal injuries and vomit blood, the heavier mental breakdown, simply can not hold up to climb to the top of the tower. The most horrible thing is that, over the years, no one has been able to speak clearly, what exactly they were defeated by something. Over time, this has become the most inaccessible and forbidden place in the whole fairy tale continent, even the official map will not mark the location of the tower. But these legends do not scare off the kingdom's most valiant knights. Rumor has it that the top of the tower is imprisoned by a curse and fallen into a deep sleep of the neighboring princess, that is a stunning beauty, is waiting for the real brave man to enter the tower, defeat the black witch who imposed a vicious curse, she will kiss awake. "Although most of the legends in our fairy tale world are unreliable, this one is definitely true, brother, I swear on my hairline, because it happens to be my twin sister who is sleeping at the top of the tower." At the tenth anniversary celebration of his college graduation, Knight's best buddy from the same dormitory when he was in school, the neighboring prince assured in a serious manner. "And my sister is a hundred times better looking than me." Looking at the prince's real skin, the single knight of all time decided to take the hand-drawn map given by the prince and ambitiously set out on the journey. Whether the tower is guarded by evil dragons, demons or monsters, are not enough to stop his courage to go forward. But the brave knight never thought that the most difficult to break through the road, is actually too many to count in the tower of the examination. That's right, each floor of the tower is a profound magic imposed on the examination level, some are to answer the questions to do the paper, some are to do experiments to write reports, time is tight, the number of questions, failing to pass the test! At that moment, has graduated from school for many years of the knight, forced to recall the fear of failing the exam. "Had I known it was like this, I would not have been on the Prince that bastard's pawn!" Only halfway up the stairs, the knight had already done the questions to the point of no return, inwardly the prince's villain zapped a hundred times a hundred times. By the time he reached the top of the tower, the knight felt that he had finished the exams of his next life. Before you have time to take a good breath, the sight in front of him first made him suspicious. At the top of the tower was a huge laboratory, with a silver magic mirror hanging on the wall directly opposite and several large blackboards filled with algorithmic formulas on the other walls. In the center of the room was a large table with various instruments stacked on it, and a suspicious-smelling viscous liquid was bubbling in the vessel "thud thud". There was a woman sitting at the table. She was dressed in the traditional wizard's robe, a thick black hair tied into a low ponytail, her face was wearing simple black-rimmed glasses. The knight cleared his throat in some confusion and took a half step forward, and the other woman noticed his presence and got up to turn to him. Simply put, this lady dressed as a sorcerer was not particularly young, nor did she show signs of aging, but precisely the mature aura between youthfulness and aging. As for her looks, she does bear a slight resemblance to the prince.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
