Fantasy
The Little Slingshot
There once was a boy with an old brittle slingshot. The wood was splintered and the rubber was cracked, but it always shot straight and true. It was a gift from his father, the King, from the line of kings to come before. Some said it was enchanted, others just referred to it as an old hunk of rock-slinging wood.
By Taylor D. Levesque4 years ago in Fiction
The Sky King
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The ground began to shudder as if there was an earthquake, the armies stood fast, each watching intently as the killing ground moved between them. Swords still clasped in hands ready to annihilate their enemies as battle cries died on their lips. The old magic had died in this land or so they had been told, what the two armies witnessed should have been impossible.
By Silvahni Cadence4 years ago in Fiction
If Not Humans Then What: Part 1
I was wishing, I wanted to be the one to save her. The moment I saw him, his dark hair and pale skin, a chill went through my spine when he looked at me with those piercing green eyes. He had said that I was going to help him kill someone but all I could think about is what if.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
If Not Humans Then What: Part 2
My vision blurred and my heart beat faster, the panic taking over my mind as I felt more and more helpless. Then suddenly, I was pushed backwards, falling on the bed, hitting my head against the wooden floor. I let out a yelp when I felt something sharp stabbing into my neck. The feeling of pain made me freeze and my breathing quickened, trying to find a way to breathe.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
An Excerpt From Lord Markand’s Histories Of Magick and Strange Events.
Philip and Ian left the Headman’s with extra biscuits and sausages for the Lumbermen. Ian now wore the longsword over his back as well as a long dagger and a small hatchet. Philip had a pack with stewpot, food and some salt. Mahrielin had packed a pouch of brandy-soaked bandages, a needle and strong thread and some midwife herbs. Philip carried his bow with arrows packed to move silently. They felt confident and well equipped as they approached the Smithy where they would meet the Wood Brothers and Han. They could already hear the occasional ring of Jacob’s Smith hammer.
By Carl Ballard Swanson4 years ago in Fiction
An Excerpt From Lord Markand’s Histories Of Magick and Strange Events.
Philip was awake before the roosters. He had to pee in the dark and he picked his way through his cabin but took time to throw a bit of wood on the embers of his kitchen fire. There was a little fog outside but there was a slight glow on the horizon. A few birds were calling already. He finished his business and collected eggs. He knew the yard well enough. As soon as the chickens were disturbed the roosters began with the racket. He retired to the kitchen and built up the fire and put a pot of water on to boil the eggs.
By Carl Ballard Swanson4 years ago in Fiction
I wanted to study but ....
It was 7 pm, the room was dark and nothing was visible but a few books resting on the bookshelf. I just woke up anxiously as I had an exam the very next day. It was the first time I didn’t prepare well for the exam. I was in stress as I wanted to maintain my top position in school. In a hurry, I just had a few snacks and rushed out to my friend’s place. Two guards outside the villa asked me what I wanted. I told who I was and they called for my friend.
By Azhar Malik4 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Atlantis: Fulcrum
Kyliron paced outside the guest chambers where the priests now cared for Loressai Torbin. Bavendrick had left when the clergy arrived. But Kyliron remained, ignoring the two warrior guardians who flanked the door. He was determined to care for the woman he knew he loved. If he took her under his protection, perhaps he could win her trust.
By Mara Powers 4 years ago in Fiction
