Fantasy
The Call of the Wolf
The howl of the wolf breaks the silence of the cold winter night. The townsfolk of Latvenria awake and shutter to the low, deep howl. Many get warmer clothes on and rush outside and all gather at the gate looking out into Nefildin. A large pine nettle forest which curls around the town like a large smile. The forest is thick and dark, nothing can be seen from inside.
By Aiden Klimov4 years ago in Fiction
Endless Love
Alex was stunned by the waterpark, and his excitement rose with every step. The waterpark had not been packed yet, because school aged children had not been let out for the summer. This meant that adults could have free reign of the place and not get in trouble for any inappropriate behaviors.
By DawsonSmallson4 years ago in Fiction
Helping the heroine of the tale prologue
Int- A teacher's lounge with a small tiny refrigerator on top. There are two teachers in the lounge. Both of them seem rather miserable. There is an air of misery and awkwardness. Both Ms.Norburn and Mr.Smith used to date after all. It was an awkward break up. Even now, seeing each other, makes both of them scrath their arms, look the other way and hope to end this moment. But they are also both rather tense about something. This time, it's not each other. Instead, it is a student named Lilian de Cruz.
By charrise Davatos4 years ago in Fiction
Who Is Taking The Train And To Where?
I woke up on the train. It reminded me of the trip we took to Auntie and Uncle's house when I was a young girl. For a minute I thought I was that child in 1964. I didn't remember how I got here or when I got here. When the conductor came by I had no ticket for him. Now what?
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
The Wish of a Shooting Star (I)
The young man had a magical friend, a star that hung in the sky. He has forgotten how he met it, perhaps because there are very few people walking alone on the road late at night, and even fewer of them will look up at the stars carefully. The young man happens to be such a person, a person who can smile at the stars even if he is already tired. If the stars in the sky want to choose a person on the ground to talk to, it is certainly to choose him so. Whenever the young man was walking back to his apartment in the middle of the night after working late, the star friend might appear, greeting him with twinkling starlight and expressing surprise in a voice that only the young man could hear: "Hey, we meet again." The young man would tilt his head and chat with it, listening to it tell all kinds of interesting or strange things in the sky, and also telling the star what he had seen on earth. Then they laughed together, lamented together, and occasionally brought up their troubles. Yes, just like mortals on earth can be bored with their unappealing jobs, not every star in the sky is happy to be a star. For example, the young man's star friend does not like himself and countless other star colleagues, every night according to the fixed traces in the night sky, changing position, shining bright, year after year, world after world, billions of years have passed, can not see the slightest hope of change. It is too tedious, too monotonous. But too many things can not be said to hate can be avoided, in this point, the sky and the ground are no different. The young man understands this helplessness, and his star friend also understands, probably because they both know each other's moods, so whether depressed or happy, can always talk to each piece. "Although I don't like the job of being a star ......," the star said frankly, "I can see you again and talk to you without coming to work, which is the only thing I don't hate about this job. " The young man nodded: "Me too." Then they looked at each other and smiled, as understanding as any pair of best friends in this world. Even though they are so far apart that they can't even touch each other, they can't even reach each other, but friends like each other, they don't have to care about that. The young man's walk from the office back to his home was a bit long, but since he had this star friend as his companion, even the longest road would become shorter without him realizing it. When he reached the door of his apartment, he waved to his star friend: "See you tomorrow night." The stars twinkled faintly in the night sky as if they were happily answering this promise. *** Of course they didn't meet every night, sometimes it was a rare occasion when the young man didn't have to work late and returned to his place before it got dark to sulk; sometimes it was bad weather and the young man looked out his office window at the stormy, dark clouds and knew it was the stars' day off. Even if this means he may have to get wet on the way home, the young man is still happy that his friends can get a holiday. When the sky clears, he can see his star friend again and ask him if he had a good vacation. "Hey, not enough fun yet." The star complained in a whisper, while still not forgetting to spread the faint starlight into the middle of the dark road in front of the young man. "Be careful, there's a puddle here." The street light in this section of the road has been broken for a long time and no one has come to fix it, so it's hard to see in the dark, and people often fall here because they don't pay attention to the potholes. So even when on vacation, the stars will miss this need to travel at night buddy, afraid of his road ahead without starlight guidance, in the dark will not be very good to go. The young man understands the good intentions of the stars, while grateful and a bit apologetic, he told the stars do not care so much about this matter, he will be more careful. "It's okay, I wanted to do it myself." The star blinked mischievously in the sky. "I was bored with being a star, and only the thought that my light could help you made it all make sense." Hearing this, the young man stood in place for a long time, he looked up at the starry sky, looking at the small star that no one would care about, and a smile slowly surfaced on his face: "Thank you, my star." For the rest of the way, he was still the only one on the silent street, but the young man was not half alone in his brisk pace. Because he has a secret that only he knows in the world. On this silent night, there is faint starlight that shines for him alone.
By Michaell Brawn4 years ago in Fiction
Mermaid's Poem (II)
The poet was not sure if the old fox believed the story that the fish scales were picked up from the beach, nor did he know how much the black-hearted merchant had pressed for, but the final deal was quite satisfactory to him. At least hunger food and healing medicine have been settled, and even has money left over for him to give the girl selling flowers a copper plate on the way home, in exchange for a fiery red rose. It matched the mermaid's black hair, he thought. When the poet returned to his residence, it was already dark outside, and there were no lights in the house, except for the sparkling moonlight reflected in the pool. The entire mermaid is sunk in the pool, even the lips and the tip of the nose are submerged in the water, only the upper half of the face outside, the blue eyes are darker and brighter, through a seemingly demonic. The poet rummaged around for half a day to find half a candle, sitting on the edge of the pool by the light of this fire, the mermaid swam closer to him, the poet will be stuck in her hair, and he expected the same, the fire red flowers in the dark hair, like the young girls in town dress, and better than any of them. And the mermaid does not understand this, there is no such thing as flowers in the sea, she just obediently accepted the poet's dress, and then lets the other side grab their arms from the water, which will be ointment to the wound. It should be very painful because the mermaid's throat made a "hissing" huffing sound. But that's all, she stood motionless in the water like a reef, watching the poet smear the ointment a little, from the beginning to the end without pain and resistance. For the poet who saved himself, she seemed to be unguardedly trusting, bearing, stoic, and docile, meek to the extreme. The poet looked momentarily disoriented, his hand shook, and the ointment fell into the water. The mermaid immediately turned into the water, the petals in the hair scattered also do not care, but the ointment in the mouth emerged from the water, looking up at the poet. The poet hesitated to take away the ointment from the mermaid's mouth, but his hand involuntarily slipped towards the soft cheek. The mermaid did not dodge, and even took the initiative to press her face into his hand and rub it gently, while her eyes were full of purity, oblivious to her stunning beauty. It is said that mermaids are cold-blooded animals, so her cheeks and the previously fallen fish scales are equally warm, and the ice formed at the bottom of the sea. Only the poet's palm is always on fire. *** For the next many days, no one in town knew that the down-and-out poet had raised a mermaid. But to be more precise, she was also raising the poet and herself. Because the poet needs to pick up the shed fish scales from the pool from time to time, and take it outside to exchange for food and medicine, as well as candles and firewood, ink, paper and pencil, and other odds and ends. Occasionally there will be a blooming flower, the poet inserted in an empty bottle, placed on the edge of the pool. The mermaid at first did not understand why the poet always came to pick up the scales at the bottom of the pool, more times she understood, that it is a necessary exchange. Later, whenever she saw the poet standing at the edge of the pool, the mermaid would be the first to dive into the bottom of the pool, then emerge from the water, open the palms of her webbed fingers, and hold a few silvery-blue fish scales high in front of the poet. The small scales are worth a lot of money, enough to cover short-term living needs, and if we are serious, this can make the poor poet live a little better than before the rescue of the mermaid. So every time the poet receives the scales, the mood is not so open. But what was involved in that lack of openness, the poet did not want to think about. He told himself that this was something inevitable, he saved her, just want her to be free, never to covet anything. When the mermaid is completely healed, he will send her back to the sea, away from the greed and malice on the shore.
By Michaell Brawn4 years ago in Fiction
The Mountain God's Little White Fox (VII)
When the mountain god finally ripped this mud fox off himself, the sky was already completely bright, bright sunlight shining on a god and a fox, making both of their wretched appearances look miserable and funny. In the past, the god of the mountain can easily use his divine power to maintain his saintly head, but now he can do, but not more than an ordinary person - after all, he used all the divine power contained in himself and the shrine last night to redirect the mountain torrent, until all the torrent into the uninhabited valley where the shrine is located, so much so that when abandoning the house to escape can only rely on their own a Both feet to run, tired enough. Unfortunately, he saved a long time glutinous rice dumplings, one did not have time to take away it. Especially in the current situation of this hungry grumbling, the thought of this major loss, the mountain gods feel the tip of their hearts aching. But the little white fox ran down with a silly smile and picked up the small package that was thrown aside by himself before, stretching his paws to untie it happily. In addition to the various small things given to it by the mountain gods, there was also a big, round, white glutinous rice dumpling in the package. "You did not forget to steal my glutinous rice dumplings before leaving!" The mountain god was simply speechless. "Look at you, it's not stealing, I've been working for you for so long, I have to settle a little bit of money for my work." The little white fox broke the glutinous rice dumpling into two halves and handed over half of it with a smile, "Here, don't be unhappy, it's our picnic time." The mountain god stared at the glutinous rice dumplings and fox dumplings with a stern face and looked at them again and again, suddenly he could not tense up, his eyes bent, and laughed out loud. Then he reached out and took the glutinous rice dumplings, and the little white fox sat in a row and ate happily. Ah, worthy of the Lord of the Mountain God's favorite dumplings. So good, so sweet. *** After the little white fox asked the god of the mountain what his plans were, the god of the mountain calmly said he disobeyed the will of heaven this time, and have to take a little punishment. For example, as the god of the mountain, but have to endure a long time in the future without the shrine to accommodate the days, can no longer accept offerings, divine power will also be sealed for some time, and during this period the gods of heaven will not help, only by the god of the mountain himself shamefully begging mortals around to help rebuild the shrine to do. "As a god, there is no greater fall from grace than this." Speaking of which, some cracks finally appeared in the mountain god's bland face. "Huh, that's all?" The little white fox was surprised, "I thought you would be punished more heavily only." "It would have been like this, but my merits as a mountain god over the years were pretty good, and the heavenly messengers in charge of punishment seemed to be having fun at our shrine, so they gave me extra grace to let me off." The mountain god explained, "Your hair is not bald for nothing." "Aha? You mean the crows that pecked my hair ......" the little white fox was shocked, but quickly perked up again, "If so, then you owe me a huge favor?" The mountain god turned his face away and pretended not to hear. But the little white fox baba past, picking the mountain god's arm began to bargain: "As long as you sincerely ask me to help, I can accompany you to rebuild the shrine, to beg people I can also help you do, but you can no longer use me as a servant, can not just call me, offerings of glutinous rice dumplings to share half of me, and can not watch the crows peck my hair do not care, and no Can let me do this, can not let me do that ......" little white fox there Bla Bla Bla Bla said half a day, the mountain god boy finally can not stand it, a grab over the back of its neck skin: "Hey hey, your requirements are too much, please do not be so thick skin. " "Hey, hey." The little white fox smiled with a smug smile, big tail fluttering around behind him. "Between good friends, that's how you don't see each other." END Small extra Mountain God: I have an idea. Little white fox: What? The god of the mountain: you this hairball like, not for me to jerk hair is too bad. The white fox: Hmph, I said, only sell labor not sell the body. Mountain God: In the future to give you three more glutinous rice dumplings, let me jerk hair, okay? Little white fox: No. Mountain God: five. Little white fox: not good. Mountain God: seven. Little white fox: deal.
By Michaell Brawn4 years ago in Fiction
Tears and laughter of gummy bears
In the candy kingdom lives a very happy gummy bear, living a very happy life, every day with good friends jumping around cheerfully. But one day, it encountered something very unhappy. It failed in the latest candy sweet competition. Although it had tried hard to accumulate a lot of sugar for this competition, as an ordinary gummy bear, it was still hard to beat the powerful contestants like toffee, lollipop and malt candy in this field of sweetness. So it lost, and was eliminated in the first round. Gummy Bear was so upset that he sullenly hung his head and didn't say anything on the way out of the arena, and instead of going out to play with his friends that night, as he had done before, he went to a bar. It is here to buy drunk and drink a cup of bitter wine. The bitter alcohol gulp down, gummy bears only feel the stomach bulging full of alcohol, a little movement, those alcohol in the stomach shaking around. Now it becomes a gummy bear with an alcoholic heart. "Look at that gummy bear, it's so weird." The other candies at the bar crossed their fingers and said, "Is it pretending to be a wine heart chocolate? But it's not pretending at all. Wine heart chocolate is supposed to be sweeter than that." These comments made Gummy Bear even more upset, and soon he couldn't stay in the bar any longer and had to walk home alone in the dark, with huge teardrops dripping out of his eyes. "I've tried so hard, too." He thought sadly as he walked. "But it's still so embarrassing in the end." The tears were mixed with Gummy Bear's own sugar and the alcohol in his stomach, and they dripped on the ground, which became sweet and sticky, and cut a colorful trail with the same color as Gummy Bear. But gummy bears are too sad to care about these, and still continue to cry, and the more they cry, the more powerful, how can not stop. In the end, even he started to melt, and his whole body was turned into tears on the ground, flowing into a big puddle. Now it can not move, can only helplessly paralyzed on the ground, do not know what to do is good. But don't worry, friends who had previously learned of Gummy Bear's failure, including honey muffins, cookies and cupcakes, have arrived to help the melting gummy bear regain his strength. The honey muffins brought a big spoon, the cookies brought a hair dryer and the cupcakes brought candy molds in the same shape as the gummy bears. First they worked together to scoop the liquid gummy bears on the floor into the molds, then they set the hair dryer to cold and blew into the half-melted sugar water. After blowing for a long, long time, from dark to dawn, until the first rays of sunlight spilled through the clouds in the morning, they turned off the hair dryer and carefully opened the candy molds. A brand new gummy bear appears! Of course the soul is still the original gummy bear, and the memories of the friends are all there, but after all, it is a newly made body, so it is still slightly different from before. Those things with a bitter taste, whether alcohol, failure or sadness, have been evaporated out, leaving all the gummy bears already have happiness, hope and confidence, each with pure sweetness. And something new has been added. The moonlight that shines on the gummy bear at midnight, the snow and maple fragrance from the passing North Wind, and even a small, beautiful cherry blossom petal that melts into the gummy bear's body when no one is looking, turning it into a particularly beautiful and unique gummy bear. Although this gummy bear is not the sweetest, it is certainly the richest and most layered. It's really a great gummy bear! The gummy bears are back in a good mood, but they feel embarrassed about their crying and crying last night, and face their friends with mixed feelings, both thankful and sorry. But Honey Muffin, Cookie Cutter and Cupcake all said it was okay and told Gummy Bear that if he encountered any sadness in the future, he could cry as much as he wanted and that everyone didn't mind coming to help at all. "If you're really too sad, don't hold it in, just have a good cry." A few good friends said sincerely. "Cry out all the bitterness and exhaustion, and you'll still be the sweet and Q gummy bear we know." "Yes!" Gummy Bear responded loudly, with a happy smile on his face.
By Michaell Brawn4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley
Chapter 2 There are three little known facts about dragons. The first is that they are real. Most people believe they’re a superstition or, worse, a fantasy. But they’re real and they’re dangerous. Some of the least known stories about dragons are accounts of entire villages, mountainsides, camps, or even castles being utterly destroyed by their tails or their fire. One adult dragon can wipe out hundreds of humans in about five minutes, given the right conditions. Mostly they abandon the scene and whilst the story of the destruction and deaths is well known, history records a mysterious fire or landslide, or some other natural disaster. There are no survivors to set the record straight, no one to give the true account. And even if there were, who would believe them? After all, everyone knows dragons don’t really exist.
By Lee Knight4 years ago in Fiction
The Apple
"What am I doing here?" The question seemed to well up from somewhere deep in Adam's stomach, wrenching him back to his task at hand. He looked down and he was holding two different name brands of chicken soup. "Oh, yea I'm getting soup." He thought. He paused a moment reading the labels wondering what the perquisites were for determining what constitutes organic. Without thinking he put them both into his shopping cart. Adam started pushing his cart down the isle aimlessly and the question arose again, "What am I doing here?" The question hit him so hard it seemed to shake him to his core. "Jeez I am so distracted maybe I need some coffee. where's my list?" Adam thought to himself.
By levi johnson4 years ago in Fiction
