Fantasy
Humanity Hope
I traveled alone since it made it easy to move on the surface. Humanity was able to thrive, however it was underground where the sun no longer reached our eyes. The few that did travel above ground, such as myself, tended to die young. As for me I survived going out for thirty years spreading my tale to those who listen while selling my secrets to those who payed.
By giovani serrano3 years ago in Fiction
Love in a Hopeless Place
The All About Cookies Company is a company where speed and efficiency is key. No-one there seems to slow down but one woman there tries to be mindful. A demure young secretary in a blue-green brocade dress that is setting up the tea cart for the executive meeting. Her name is Petra Finn and she is carefully lining up the latest chocolate chip oatmeal cookies on the tray. She instinctively knows that her mixture of apple cinnamon with matcha green tea would be the perfect pairing with the cookies. She sets the silver teapot to the side and sets the tea cups in the bottom shelves of the cart.
By Erika Ravnsborg3 years ago in Fiction
The princess and the pirate
Fairy tales. The stories that give girls false hope. The ones that go “Once upon a time” and end with “Happily ever after.” With god mothers granting every wish and animals do your chores, how can one expect everyone to learn to do it on their own? How can we expect people to stop believing that their prince will come, that they can do it themselves. I will warn you now, if you are looking for a story that ends with the prince getting the princess you’ll need to keep looking. This is definitely not that story. However, it does contain a price, princess, and a fairy godmother. Wanna hear the funny part? It all starts with a kiss….
By Justice Cavazos3 years ago in Fiction
Letter from the Stone World
Day one: I woke up this morning lost and confused, in the middle of what I can only assume was once a city. I have no idea how long it’s been. Decades, centuries…millennia? Long enough for most man-made structures to begin to crumble. Trees tower high above where they long ago broke through the concrete and asphalt. I had to rip my way through vines and branches just to get myself moving. So far, I’m the only human to awaken. I can see them though. All the people who once thrived here, like statues frozen in time. Bodies and clothing captured in the exact moment of the phenomenon. It’s truly disconcerting. I didn’t have much on me when I awakened. This notepad, my wallet and keys, and a locket meant for you. None of it seems to have decomposed, so whatever affected me affected everything that was touching me at the time. I don’t know what to do. I barely know where I am, and it’s getting cold. I’ll have to get a fire going before long.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
The MasterChef witches
Heaven alone knows what possessed the BBC to allow Mabel, Doris and Alice – the exceptionally ugly weird sisters who were the residents of Blasted Heath Cottage – to take part in their MasterChef cookery show. Perhaps it was a misguided belief that any reference to the works of William Shakespeare would be good for the ratings, or maybe some magical and other-worldly influences had been brought to bear on the officials who decide these things.
By John Welford3 years ago in Fiction
Randall's Gift
Randall’s POV “You are the loveliest of the flowers in this garden, young man.” The boy in question blushed the shade of glowing embers. Randall heard his breath hitch as he backed up a step and, turning on his heel, scampered away, back into the palace.
By Huckleberry Rahr3 years ago in Fiction
Death Meets Life
“Mother, why do they fear us?” Thos asked, watching dejectedly as the fawn scampered away. All he had wanted was to pet it, but its eyes had widened in fright and it had run as fast as its unsteady legs would carry it back in the direction of its family.
By Rebecca Evans3 years ago in Fiction
The Rains of Death
The Rains of Death came without warning in a blanket of orange. It seemed like they started overnight, but really, they had been years in the making. I don’t know what caused them, but it had something to do with humans and pollution. We literally poisoned ourselves out of existence.
By Sara Dowling3 years ago in Fiction
The Vespers
The day no longer shone of the brilliant sunlight as Danascha once remembered. That warmth that kissed her bright blue skin was nothing but a foggy dream. Her face now barely glimmered a dull gray before her in the smudged mirror with its rusted frame. Her kind hadn’t survived long since the Vespers came to their planet; draining the greens and reds of the forests to mere twigs and branches. Being a Clay-Genoan, Danascha was born to create and care for the beautiful nature and wildlife of Genoa.
By Sophia Canfield3 years ago in Fiction