Fantasy

Cacrash at the Lakehouse
Friday 3:00pm DST (Dwarf Saving Time) “Oh, hey Keratis” said the tall pointy eared man at the door “Pleased you could make it, put your stuff down there and I’ll give you the tour soon. I’ve just gotta turn the oven off.”
By Angus Moore4 years ago in Fiction
The Green Tree Frog
Charlie got the crazy ones, his supervising officer knew. Why these cases went to him first, to him alone, his supervisor didn’t know. Demonstrated talent for the job, of course, may have played its part. Once upon a time, a fugitive, who was slippery in the not-amusing-to-children sense, eluded other teams of local lawmen; Charlie followed clues only he seemed to understand, knocked on a door, and had his cuffs, in a matter of seconds, on the suspect’s wrists.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Stolen
“Sally, hukim, Sally,” his fingers glided over the top of her spiraled notebook like Vladimir Ashkenazy’s 1983 piano performance at the Barbican Centre, it was placid, momentarily merciful. She immediately ceased from writing the last of her dexterous doodles that so finely covered the bottom end of her notebook page and gazed into his easy blue eyes, they were sweet, gentle, in her mind they were somehow affectionate. The moment lasted several seconds, astray in his delicate, masculine approach, her eyes lost along the widened edges of the pupils that so easily mimicked her own, “oh, sorry, yes?” “What size jacket will you be needing? You did not mark it on the new student orientation list. ”She took her paper back from his large bush-covered hands, and placed an x along the short line next to small, “will that be all?” His tall bolder like frame turned and walked away without a word. She replaced the cap over her highlighter and tucked her notebook beneath her arm, “you guys have ten minutes, we will be resuming in room 207.”
By April Chavez4 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Cabinet
Ruby was the biggest pop star in the Russian Federation until one day he disappeared. All his fans were puzzled about where he was & only had his past music videos to reflect on. There he would stand on a high stage with his ruby sequin tuxedo, in the background a art object of a ruby star resembling the one over the kremlin. Red laser beams & dry ice danced around him as he grasped his microphone, his Russian red mush dash swirled into cute curls matching his bright red hair. Brovo! Brovo! The audience went wild after his song, gorgeous women brought him red roses that he always accepted with a kiss. After the war broke out, his fans whispered among each other, “Where did he go?” Someone pointed at the night sky, “up” and that was all said for awhile. Ruby wasn’t married although he had several girlfriends, and was noted as the richest bachelor in the world. But everyone that knew him hadn’t any clues of his whereabouts. Until one day a note was found by a authority who was investigating his home after he was reported missing. She wasn’t the typical agent, in fact some people said she looked too wooden, like a Martyoshka nesting doll. She moved her head in bird like clicks, as her rhythm seemed as timed as a clock, where her male partner resembled a Christmas nutcracker. The two of them were interesting together, Chesov & Balalaika, as he liked to play chess, she played a balalaika as well as a seven string Russian guitar. Agent Chesov was in Ruby’s closet handling a elaborate sequined shoe with the note tucked inside. “Now why would someone stuff a note inside a shoe?” He was asking Bala, her nickname she liked to be called. “Just read the note comrade” Her raven like eyes piercing reflecting off her iridescent suit in the black lighted room. “Ok it says, “find the locked room” “ Hmmm, he must have a locked room. There must be a hidden panel” she said as her flashlight searched the walls. Why the electricity didn’t work was uncertain, as it seemed like Ruby had not been there for a while. bala’s flashlight was sweeping the floor when a small cat appeared, then ran out down the hallway. “Follow that cat, he might know something.” Chesov motioned to Bala. She ran out where the cat went into a door that she found locked. She ran back to the room where Chesov was standing in his check a board suit. “We must find a key! I found a room” They began to search the vanity of drawers in the bedroom, somewhere where a small key would be found. A wooden jewerly box with japaneese looking abalone swans stood out on the dresser. Chesov opened it slowly revealing a tiny ballerina with a purple velvet interior. There was a imprint of a key but no key. "It should be here" He said showing his partner the box. "Just a minute, she carefull pressed her fingers in the imprint and lifted out a invisible key. "Its here, I can feel it, but i cant see it" She then ran with the key to the locked door. Chesov followed and to his astonishment the door opened. A bright light from where they didnt know was lighting the room. There was a round vedio screen on the wall & a remote that easily turned it on. Waves of time & space filtered on the screen untill a image was seen. It was Ruby. He was speaking but their was no sound. Where he was remained uncertain, except he seemed to be within a government building, yet far away. He was talking and holding a small teddy bear that had a propeller upin his head. "Oh Ive seen those in the toy store when I was a child in Serbia" Chesov exclaimed. "You wind his stomach with a button & he flys!" Balla smirked, "So whats that saposto implicate? What information can be learned with that?" "Im not sure, but the vedio tape seems to be in a loop. His gestures were repeating, & without sound not much could be understood. They both decided on taking the vedio to the tech crew to find out more. The tech crew consisted of just one women, its all they needed as she close examined the tape. "Watch this segment where i was able to zoom in" She then froze the vedio on the toy bear, zooming in on his fur, & then a small tag was seen. She used her computer to zoom in more to the writing on the tag. " it says, made in New Zealand" Both agents were standing next to her, weighing the results. "Hmm so whats in New Zealand?" Chesov asked. "Dont know but its a clue of where Ruby had went." "I know nothing of the island, except it has the Maori people, & king. Chesov said holding a kgb type of paper coffee cup. " "Should we go there to look for Ruby?" Bala questioned. Pasha the tech girl looked up from her computer screen, " Theres more than just a king, havnt you two been folowing the news?" She bated her big eyelashes. "Weve heard nothing out of the ordinary, tell us what you know" "Well, rumor has it the Saudis moved the arc of the covenant out of Mecca, by ship to a unknown destination in Antartica." Her palm took her mouse & opened a web page showing military escorted ship headed to the south pole. Chesov leaned closer to the pc. "Thats our ships!" He pointed to the Russian flags on the ships. "How odd that we wernt informed" Bala said to Chesov. "We were on assignment, but no wonder our leader hasnt been himself!!" "What are you getting at comrade?" "He he..must have opened it!!" Chesov crunched his paper cup in his fist. "Soo.. What would that do?" Oh hes posessed by a ancient spirit!😮😮😮"How did he get Saudi Arabias permission to do that?" Pasha swerved in her stool, I think i know" She clicked on another web page showing a terriable storm that occured after a crane fell on a mosque inside Mecca. The storm was so fierce, as if a ufo caused it, not just a crane. "±And then they took it" Bala seemed to see yet it was specuation. "If they took a priceless artifact out of a holy area, what did they need a ship for? I think it could be fake news" Bala liked Pasha as she used her knowledge along with her psychic intellect. "I dont know but all the world leaders are also headed there for a summit." Pasha put more info on the screen showing the summit agenda. " They might be staying there since the island is the closest livable place near antartica. And they might all want to see the artifact Im guessing" "I remember that storm, it was a dark day for Mecca." Bala clutched her purse. "Well this certainly has been informative, I think we should go to the summit to snoop around" Chesov put on his trench coat, thanking Pasha, saying to Bala.."Shall we go?" Bala agreed as they called it a day.
By Ocusan M4 years ago in Fiction
Forbidden Love
There is life all around me but all I could hear is the sound of my own heartbeat and my feet dragging against the dirt trail. Carefully not touching anything that I walk by, dodging the trees, the animals that would come by, even the leaves on the ground. Once I make my way to the top of the hill I move my black hair out of my face followed by my matte black jacket and place it next to the bench beside me and sit, staring into the distance to see so much of life. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath to calm myself. Replaying the happiest and most terrifying moment of my life.
By Chris Jacques4 years ago in Fiction
Journey to Jahennah: Chapter Two
There was a weird sensation of being towed along underwater, though Lila could still breathe and was fairly sure she would be dry when it was over. She felt strangely light and her hair fanned out behind her as she and Kenji floated through wherever the clock had taken them. Her eyes had snapped shut as they were pulled from the basement and now, she was too terrified to open them again. The force that had stolen her was still gripping her left arm, and all she could do was cling tightly to Kenji as they were transported through the unknown.
By Courtney Harris4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamland part seven
Kedamono woke up and realized that Kedamono Junior was still asleep. Popee was also asleep next to him. It had been a week since he had his first and only son come into his life, and he saw just how devoted and loyal Popee was after all, by sticking by him and starting this family up with grit and determination and love.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Pipe Hero
A gargantuan arm is now wrapped around my neck as they lift me from the car's trunk. A familiar smell of pinecones and grass rush my face as I try to wriggle my way out. It feels like when a small child is trying to wrestle away from their parent, a pit of strength I couldn't hope to cross at this time. I feel the air being squeezed out from within my lungs, gripping my throat with an ever-tightening grasp. A strained, "Aghh--let me go you fucking beast." I try to take in any bit of oxygen that I possibly can at this moment, but it seems futile. I'm desperate for air at this stage, kicking at the figure's chest with my bound legs trying to break free as desperately as I can. I feel my strength depleting, what I have left in the tank is pointless as my limbs are still bound together. I can't even claw at the figure's arm to release me.
By HUNG PHI BUI4 years ago in Fiction
Pantheon
When we were given the choice of worship or war, we gladly chose the latter. For an entire year, I had gathered a group of people that I could trust with my life, with the secret and the power of the ship that I had found in Greece. As we knew them, the Gods were not Gods at all but rather men and women armed with such technology that it was simply indistinguishable from magic. I wore the armor that granted me the power of the King of the Gods himself: Zeus. Although I didn't think that I was worthy to lead the new Pantheon, all of my comrades were in agreement; they wouldn’t have had it any other way. For the past year, hundreds of false Gods had risen from the woodwork seemingly one day to the next demanding worship and power.
By Savier Silva4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Witch 12
The return trip from the temple was a surreal one. The lingering existential angst from meeting with a god was flavored with the astonished almost reverent stares of the guards. I followed behind one of the guards who continually stole glances at me over her shoulder while the two behind me bore holes in my head. They asked no questions about the expierence. I am sure they didn't know what to ask. I would not be able to answer the questions even if they had the right ones. The experience was too heavy. The quiet residential streets in the wanning sun only compounded my questioning of reality. The walk passed by in a flash as I wrestled with my view of reality.
By Caleb Wagner4 years ago in Fiction
Outsider - Chapter 5
It was cold outside the tent and the air was crisp and clear. Last night’s thunderstorm had finally washed away the thick, heavy atmosphere that had plagued the area around Lake Krewa for weeks now. The air was so clean now it almost hurt to inhale it. Each ice-cold breath Ulf exhaled billowed from his mouth like a stream of dragon smoke.
By Klaire de Lys4 years ago in Fiction
Journey to Jahennah: Chapter One
Nothing out of the ordinary ever usually happened when Lila went to her grandfather’s house. More often than not, she would sit and listen to him tell stories about his life and complain when she dunked biscuits in her tea. However, during this visit, everything seemed different. Perhaps it was her family squeezed into the cramped living room, either squashed onto the sofa or perched uneasily on rickety stools, brows furrowed and talking in hushed voices. Perhaps it was the weather, which, with its overcast sky and brisk, bitter wind, was unusually cold for July. Or perhaps it was her grandfather, who was normally so calm and cheerful, but now sat twitching and mumbling incoherently to himself in his oversized, grey armchair.
By Courtney Harris4 years ago in Fiction