Fantasy
Burn Baby Burn
Burn Baby Burn Of course history repeats itself. Apparently those genetically endowed with the ability to see and understand this are seldom in a position to do anything about it. “Some history is so egregious that under no circumstance should it ever be allowed to happen again,“ Berry thought to herself, as the blistering heat from the bonfire of burning books threatened her and the cheers from the buffoons who were gleefully feeding the flames with texts and novels rang in her ears.
By Cleve Taylor 3 years ago in Fiction
Sanctuary
Once again I am tied up and bouncing around in the back of an SUV but this time I am smushed between two men. Both of their scents are familiar and there a tingling feeling whenever the one behind me touches my bare skin. I know these two men. Behind me is Greyson my best friend, lover and mate. There is only one problem with him, he thinks I am human.
By Jazmine Crow3 years ago in Fiction
Seeds of the Sun
Petra stood at the mouth of the cave looking out. She absentmindedly fingered the small, heart-shaped locket hung on its leather braid around her neck. From behind she could hear the life-giving trickle of water, a comforting sound. Outside, an occasional bleat from the goats and crowing from the rooster, who had never given up his announcement of dawn, meant chore time. A lizard skittered across the opening, already panting in the heat. She wondered what they ate.
By Natalie Wilkinson3 years ago in Fiction
Feathered Hope
First quarter, waxing gibbous, full moon. Lady Luna watches from the sky as she always has. The phases are only perceived from the planet, of course. A person standing on the Moon sees the same phases, in reverse order, on the glowing blue planet below.
By Krystal M Thompson3 years ago in Fiction
Fallout
It was her seventeenth birthday. She looked at her phone: 4pm exactly. Her face fell. Her best friend was right; this was a practical joke. She wondered if the cruel video of her standing in a park looking like a dork would be seen by everybody at school.
By Jason Goldtrap3 years ago in Fiction
The Strength
As the sun started to sink, Garreth De’Zairo and his cousin Lukius De’Zairo rode up to a cluster of standing stones that were covered in ivy. Garreth removed his helmet and ran a hand through his sweaty sliver-white hair. There is no way this is the place, he thought to himself. He dismounted, landing on the ground with a loud thud and the clanking of armour. The feel of his hair standing on end caused a shiver down Garreth’s back. He reached up, working his fingers around his bronze ribbed horns, and flattening his hair back to normal.
By Valarie Graham3 years ago in Fiction
The Key To Mirah
I still relive the vibration of the alarm reverberating through the city walls, before the sun even had an opportunity to flicker on what was left of their freedom. Father always advised me I never had to fret about the attainment that was ahead of me, like the others, though I never really understood what he meant until that painstaking night, bolting out of bed, petrified of the commotions besieging us.
By Candice Vega3 years ago in Fiction
True Colors
When Sienna was born, she was merely yellow-brown. Her furless skin matched the rough clay of the canyon walls where her family lived, and as she toddled, naked, it was nearly impossible to find her. Slowly, as she grew in the warm sunlight of the canyon, the sun’s rays turned her skin to a golden, rich caramel-like color, and her fur grew in to match. It was then that she was named - Sienna, a lush burnt orange that glowed with each sunset and sunrise. She could be found teetering on a ledge, much to her parents’ dismay, when the first morning rays hit, raising her tiny spindly arms upward.
By rani Jayakumar3 years ago in Fiction
Vertigo
The sweltering heat poured off the writhing form of multiple bodies crashing into each other like a pit of boiling water, their hands waving creating the effect of bubbles popping against the surface. I asked myself once more why I endured the noxious fumes of bodily fluids, burning sensation of physical contact and music so loud the force of it surely changed the pace of my heart beat. I looked towards Bethany, her brown hair loose and waving about her like an image blurred, her crimson nails darting flashes of color against her dark tan skin and black dress, the Jesus that hung from her neck catching the swirling lights and winking as though it was amused by the irony of religion in such a god-forsaken place as this. That was why. I scanned the crowd, fishing for something interesting to do with the next few hours I'd be here.
By I.T.O. Tails3 years ago in Fiction