Fantasy
The Awakening
Morrica’s POV Everything was spinning. I could barely breathe. Darkness began to invade my sight. 2 hours later.. I awoke from the darkness and found myself in a unfamiliar place. It was beautiful.The lime-like trees swayed as I stared into the sun’s gaze. I found my way up and found a path.
By Marrianne Thompson 4 years ago in Fiction
The Herd
Haganto was walking down the path when he heard a rustle from a nearby bush. He stopped and looked to the incriminating plant as the breeze picked his hair slightly off his shoulders. A second later, a small rabbit jumped out from the bush and looked at Haganto before quickly bouncing across the path and out of sight. He figured as much, especially since he didn’t smell anything or saw the plant life wither away. But Sarville was not that far away from the border to Pruoca, a humid country known for its high cockatrice population.
By Rebecca Patton4 years ago in Fiction
"Castle, in The Grasp"
She has done it again, the same she does every day, as she approached the door, she thinks to herself, "I made it on time" in confirmation to fulfill her need to please. Everyday exactly at 6:30 am, 14-year-old Somarah makes it to her back door after going through a series of steps she has manufactured into a morning routine consisting of the usual personal hygiene tasks, but not limited to steps to prevent Somarah from experiencing an internal meltdown.
By NicholeMiya4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider - Chapter 10
Ulf peered down at the map Melrakki had drawn on the coarse paper spread out across the low table. Garðarr, Ótama and Systa were seated around it with several of their respective captains behind them. Melrakki had both hands pressed against her stomach and a scowl on her face as the baby kicked and squirmed inside her belly. Ulf cradled her fingers in his and caressed Melrakki’s hand gently, but kept his eyes fixed on the map.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
Bound By Destiny
Chapter 1 “Goddess help me,” I muttered as I ran after the satyr. For being a fat, little thing, that bastard was quick in his hooves. I pulled my hair back and sprinted after him, the clink-clank of metal from my small armory I had strapped to my body accompanying my soft footfalls on the pavement. I always liked to give the creatures I hunted a head start before I took their freedom away. Most of the creatures I chased were simply trying to dodge something trivial, but I did manage to always snag a few blacklist offenders that I had to study before I reeled them in.
By KrysLynn Gile4 years ago in Fiction
