Fantasy

The Blue Eyes
There is a pair of natural enemies in the antique industry, that is, the counterfeit paintings and look at the fake paintings. Fake paintings, the painstaking efforts, using all the tricks, in order to deceive the look fake paintings of the pair of sharp and tricky eyes; look fake paintings, but with the eyes to see through the sky, see through the trick, pinch the guy did not hide the tail tip of the fake, play a bunch of paintings to stretch it out, dry in broad daylight.
By Jackmama4 years ago in Fiction
The Giants Are Awake!!
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But when they came, it was chaos. Heck, chaos might even be too timid of a word to describe the situation that unfolded. When the dragons came, it was everything that you would've imagined. Giant teeth, larger than the greatest claymores, claws sharper than the strongest steel, and scales harder than a hundred tortoise shells stacked together. Eyes narrow as slits but all-seeing, nostrils flared and always searching for prey. Needless to say, when they first made their appearance upon this earth, the people and all living creatures were at their mercy. Humans whom they deemed had a small shred of intelligence, they kept as their playthings, well some of them anyways. Most humans ended up as food to satisfy the great bellies of these beasts. There was nowhere safe and this darkness would continue for over a thousand years. Dragons lived long lives and they reveled in the the beauty of their existence. Their presence they felt was like a godsend, a token of good luck to all to witness a dragon's beauty. But people were not happy, far from it. Their bitterness swelled to unprecedented levels, their nightmares in the flesh are now right before them. They could do nothing about it though.
By Just Daniel4 years ago in Fiction
The Tracks We Leave
Chapter 3: Stasia I drove up to the base gate, two stone guard shacks side by side with a narrow lane between, and a pull off on the right. A large thoroughfare for departing cars was to the left. I had my registration, insurance, and state ID in hand. My foot tapped against the floor board, giving away my nervousness.
By Margaret Maxfield4 years ago in Fiction
The Oath of an Emperor - Chapter 2
Chapter 2 ‘Mother, please, you need not do this, I am no longer a child, I am a captain of the Imperial Army, I think I can handle my own hair’ cried Jia Lin as her mother gripped her hair, tying an exquisite knot. ‘Do not pull rank on me…Captain… It wasn’t that long ago when you couldn’t take two steps without assistance, now sit still, it is not every day that the emperor recognises your achievements before the entire city, your brother Hua and your father have already left, now unless you want to be late, I suggest you let me do what I need to.’
By Nevil George4 years ago in Fiction
My Four Imaginary Enemies
My second daughter, Yushan, took the joint examination for overseas students in Hong Kong and was assigned to the Department of Foreign Languages at NTU as the first choice. I was relieved to hear this news, as I didn't have to worry about my four daughters marrying Cantonese boys anymore.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
Death's Lover
Thanatos I move towards the door on my right, passing through it to see a frail old man asleep yet coughing every now and then. His chest rising and falling in labored breaths. Moving to the side of his bed I lay my hand over his forehead and give him the sense of peace he has long desired. Instantly his spirit is standing beside me with a look of gratitude in his eyes. I give him a nod and he heads to the door before passing through the two girls who have opened it to see where I disappeared to.
By E.L.M4 years ago in Fiction
The Girl In A Yellow Dress: Part 1
The girl in a yellow sundress is beautiful. She has the most radiant smile you could ever imagine, with those striking blue eyes that sparkle brighter than any star in the sky. She is tall and lanky; her legs are thin and long, with the most delicate bones, but she can still manage to carry herself with grace like she’s floating on the clouds. She wears a pair of dark sunglasses that don't seem to hinder either her vision or her hearing when it comes to observing everything around her.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
Water
The creation story is described in the Laas zii scriptures. Of course, this is paraphrased... A vast echoing chasm of nothingness, only the sounds of rushing water and the force of nature. Through the stars travelled Laas Jun (meaning "life king"), a raging river teeming with life! Inside Laas Jun, fish thrived, the only inhabitants among the stars.
By Zach Harwood 4 years ago in Fiction
The war of the mercenaries
The body was constantly being thrown up and then pulled back into the seat by the seat belt, looking out of the window, only to see the lightning at all times, all that could be heard was the sound of heavy rain beating the fuselage of the plane and thunder, and the plane was at least twenty years old broken things, these let Gao Yang for the first time for his decision to come to Africa felt regret.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
My Tibetan Paramour
'Living in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snowy region. Wandering in the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world'. It all starts with this poem, and let's talk about the life of Kuruang Gyatso. Having spent five years in Tibet, I have a certain understanding of Tibetan culture, including of course their writing and language, and I think of him when I pay visits to the Potala Palace and Zashlunpo Monastery. His status in the hearts of the Tibetan people should be equal to that of Nalan Rongruo in ours, the most infatuated man in the past three hundred years.
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction
That Thief in My Dream
Last night into the dream, Yu Luoyang in a drowsy sleep experienced a heart-stopping chase, woke up with a start surrounded by silence, only the sound of his wife's steady breathing from the darkness. He looked down at his wife, who was sleeping beside him, and put his ear to her chest, listening to the sound of her heart beating in her chest, and gradually calmed down.
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction
The soul of a demoiselle rock
A person is very simple, so simple that you can go around as you see fit for home. Even, a person can not home, do not want a house, do not want anything, from nature, back to nature.
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction