Fantasy
The Blessed City
The sun disappeared; the cool heat vanished off her skin. Her vision fizzled back. Speck by speck until she had to blink to adjust to a new dark. Torches lined the walls in a cave. Carving a curved pathway from rock. The light illuminated the faces of their captors. They had drawn their hoods from their faces, removed the cloth from their mouths. And they were staring at them.
By Tiffanie Harvey4 years ago in Fiction
Out the Window
“He was smart. He was wise. He’d profoundly philosophize empathy for all humanity. Till one day by an open window, there's a note that read, ‘I've gone out the window, I'm dead.’ He said yes to life for all his life, but then one day he said, ‘No, I gotta go.’” —The Violent Femmes
By F. Simon Grant4 years ago in Fiction
Mirror, Mirror
Anja was inside the Facility, staring out the picture window in her Prime’s office and daydreaming. Her eyes skimmed past the blossoming cherry trees, their pink-tinted flowers waving delicately on the breeze, and they skimmed past the murky waters of the river. Instead, she focused on the patch of scrubby trees on the peninsula directly across from the Facility.
By LJ Pollard 4 years ago in Fiction
The weeping willow titanic.
Once upon a time, in a far far away galaxy, there was the titanic with different types of magical weeping willow trees, about two willows per three decks altogether. The top willows on the top decks were the type you could make number one: willow on top deck left, wishes on anything, and the wish would definitely come true, the top right deck willow was the type of tree that you do not feast on or touch, you must stay ten inches away from the right top deck tree because it is exactly like the tree in the garden of Eden but worse. The second deck willow on the right side was the type of tree that would furnish magic wands, needed potions, first aid, groceries, essentials, whatever is needed. The willow on the second deck in the very middle of the deck was for brain function, and to cast spells on the ocean of outer space when it was very necessary, rare needs only. One day there was a storm in outer space that was tossing the ship violently, luckily the only creatures on board were the magical trees, and they generated needs being met without the help of the humans, fairies, and unicorns. Sort of like a backup generator. One day there were humans that boarded the ship from planet earth, and they blasted off into outer space due to a long-overdue much-needed vacation. I need an ice-water.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
Knife & Locket
The smell of death fills every corner of this place, a smell I'm familiar with; that I've known since I knew what a scent was. Some children learn by the scent of freshly baked cookies their mother made them. I learned by the gun powder residue on my father’s hands and burning witch sage in our kitchen sink.
By Jennifer Ogden4 years ago in Fiction
Once More With Feeling
Compassion was not Connor's first thought when he saw the woman. Instead, he noticed his hands sliding down his eyes, and all the stiff muscles and veins, like Michelangelo's statue, shuddered as they reached for a drink. When he looked up, he saw a young woman with straight hair and wide eyes who looked at him in need.
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
This Is Your Problem, Right Here
"This is your problem, right here." The deep plumber's voice could be heard under a repair hatch next to a large Cascade Reef waterpark. "You only have one troll left. To get such a large pool, you need a minimum of fifty, seventy-five if you want everything to go smoothly."
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
