Fantasy
A fallen leaf
In the thin, crisp air, there was an Angel flying high with a flower from the garden in the sky. As she was kissing the flower, a small petal fell to the damp ground in the woods. This petal immediately took root and sprouted up among many other plants.
By sissytisha4 years ago in Fiction
Miguel & the Marker
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. A sparkling object fell from the air. One day while riding his bike home from baseball practice, 12-year-old Miguel Taylor heard a strange whistling sound coming from the local woods. I wonder what's that? Miguel parked his bike to the side and ventured deep into the woods where the whistling grew louder by the second. He soon arrived at the source and found a small box glowing silver. The curious boy picked up the box and examined it. This is what was making that sound? I wonder what's inside it? Miguel unlocked the box and opened it to find a shiny silver marker. A marker? Ah man I was hoping it was diamonds or something. What I'm supposed to do with this, I gotta get home whoever wants this marker. I'll draw a big circle saying they can have it. Miguel drew a wide circle on the ground and dumped the marker next to it. He walked away, then suddenly the circle started to shine and Miguel noticed the light behind him. Whoa, okay I was not expecting that. The circle formed a spinning portal and Miguel picked up the marker and cautiously walked through the opening.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Under the Bed
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A girl emerged from inside the cabin. It was a chilly spring night. The black sky covered in hundreds of stars, all twinkling looking as if they were winking at the eight friends huddled near a camp fire.
By Alyenys Flores 4 years ago in Fiction
The Demon Hunter
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. What could it mean? It chilled Keith to the bone, that cabin had a dire tale. He made his way quickly back to town, the mayor had recently summoned a demon hunter to purge the land and free the townsfolk. The demon hunter had arrived only a few days prior with the promise of a substantial reward and Keith knew exactly where she’d be to give her his report.
By Silvahni Cadence4 years ago in Fiction
The Knight in Battered Armour
It was the year 1231, a time in which Vestals had very little knowledge about the ancient Gods; the great majority, like myself, knew nothing of their existence, to the point where nobody would ever have imagined the events that would come to pass. The attendees of the tournament therefore began to turn up, blissfully unaware, simply making the most of the festivities. I remember that the morning was warm, with one of those fresh breezes that fluttered your hair and caressed your skin, leaving an aroma of green grass and wildflowers; in other words, one of those perfect spring mornings so typical of the month of Altera Luna. However, that day was not my actual sixteenth birthday since I was born in the season of intense blizzards and the icy winds of the God Aquilo. I also had no reason to celebrate, much less when the tournament had caused days upon days of intoxicated men in every corner of our home - hundreds of stupid lads with heroic pretensions demanding smiles from me, taking my hand almost by force in order to kiss it and then swearing on their swords that they would be victorious in winning my love…. There isn’t anything that these idiots like more than to defame the meaning of love; they use it in such a trivial manner that, instead of expressing that beautiful feeling, it would seem that they were bargaining for something trivial at a market.
By R. Palacios4 years ago in Fiction
Promise Made
Chapter 1 I hate the sound of clinking metal it always leads to death, but there’s no talking my father out of going to the woods. I’ve tried for years, but here we are, yet again. He’ll never be able to see them as human. To him, everything wrong with the world is the fault of all things magic. My father’s men pass without a second glance as I stomp to the end of the hall. Trying to summon my confidence in my stride, but I’m still uneasy at the thought of seeing him. I lose my pace when his office comes into view. My fear of his disapproval draining me of what little strength I mustered just moments ago.
By Rebecca Ontiveros4 years ago in Fiction
After The Uprising
Hidden within the willow trees of Willow Falls is a smial, said to have once been the meeting place of the Guardians of the Glen of Willows. These Guardians met every fortnight to train for future battles and to discuss ways to better protect the home they had sworn to, from the evils of their less mystical kin. This, was, of course, before The Uprising, during which all Magical and Mystical Fold were hunted down, rounded up, and… well, no one has ever been precisely sure, as the humans have always had their own interpretation of history.
By Mara Edwards4 years ago in Fiction
