Fantasy
Eris learns to fly
Note: I was inspired to write this scene from the song “Electrify” by WOLFCLUB. I knew I wanted Eris to learn how to fly on a broom and when I heard the song I could see it happening in my mind. If you would like an audible experience please start the song where indicated: cue song.
By Rebekah M Montiel 4 years ago in Fiction
Hellbound Express: Chapter 1
With a poking on my left shoulder, I woke up, jumping out of my skin after having slept in a chair that was somewhere that I didn't recognize. I couldn’t help but notice that the room I was in was rocking about, and that there were windows two seats away from my chair. The people responsible for this place made the seats from such new upholstery that really seemed out of place with the rest of the room. The wood in the room looked to be oak or something similar. It seemed like there were trees flying back behind me while I was sitting in this room.
By Samuel Kauffman4 years ago in Fiction
The ground will bleed.
“Run!” Screamed Emma to her pregnant daughter Liana. “They can’t follow us across the border!” Liana felt that her heart was going to beat out of her chest. She could hear hounds baying in the distance. Law enforcement was close on their heels. They had darkness on their side, and pouring rain to wash their scent. However, the muddy ground made it difficult to run and left visible tracks behind.
By Leah Vasquez 4 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Souls Chapter 1
"What have you gone and gotten yourself into this time," mumbled Graden, hoisting his book-laden backpack over a jagged rock. A small parchment floated away in the breeze, but Graden barely noticed. He was nearing his journey's end, a tall, somewhat foreboding tower carved from the very stone of the surrounding mountains. If he hadn't been told what he was looking for he would have passed right by it. A long sliver of granite jutted into the sky, slicing through the low laying clouds above. Flickers of orange candlelight dotted the top of the tower, blending it into the starry night sky. The sides of the tower were covered with powdery snow, tall evergreen trees, and several shadowy figures. Squinting through the darkness, Graden could make out the shapes of several great rams foraging for food on one of the tower's slopes. He shuddered, recalling his last unfortunate encounter with the large beasts. Pausing for a moment, Graden fumbled through his beltpouch and pulled out another parchment, this one crumpled slightly and folded along one edge. He unfolded it, took a quick glance at the makeshift map, looked around a bit, then folded it up and stuffed it back into the beltpouch. "Yes, yes this is the right place," said Graden, "but where to look..."
By Greg Birdwell4 years ago in Fiction
A Matter of Perception
I like to think of myself as a decent person. Despite the cards I have been dealt, with all that has been said and done, I have played this game as well as the best of them. My road might end in this prison, but the path I paved has burned through the shadows of a corrupted society.
By Brittany Miller4 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden Secrets of Lost Gods
My heels clicked on the polished marble floor as I made my way through the almost deserted lobby. The sound reverberated around the two-story ceiling, one heel clicking slightly louder than the other. I cringed as I passed by a small group of men, huddled together and talking quietly. One of my heels had lost the plastic tip, and I worried it was obvious by the sound of my steps.
By CM Stratford4 years ago in Fiction
The curse of immortality
In midst of almost a millennia of harming the very being that I once was, I've come to a realization of exactly what I've become. There was once a time where I would have done anything for the acquisition of this gift, only now I realize that at the depth of all of its former glory and power, lies the truth, this is a curse, not a gift. I was once full of passion, ideas, goals and love. The lifespan of the average human is ridiculously short, this is what drove me to hunt and become what I am now. I used to think the short life of a human was misery in itself, I thought of all the goals that I wouldn't be able to achieve in a single lifetime and sought out creatures of the night to extend my existence. This was a grave mistake, for now I realize that having a short life is what makes a life worth living. The idea of ceasing to exist is what makes individuals flourish and go after what they want, and live their best lives as if there was no tomorrow.
By Angelo Ediriweera4 years ago in Fiction
