Fantasy
Cilia And The Sunshine
Synopsis: 9 year-old Cilia Smith was at the park with her sister, Cyan Smith, when something wonderful happened to Cilia. She was playing hide and seek with 17 year-old Cyan when suddenly she was taken to a new dimension called Sunshine Boulevard. It’s was a street where all of your wildest dreams came true. There were no bad things that happened here. There were even talking animals that had appeared to be secret agents, the birds were flying books, the trees were made of money, the houses made of rock candy… basically everything was just alright.
By Karianne Gabaldon5 years ago in Fiction
The Black Witch 9
The walk back to the mansion was silent and uneventful. The sky faded to a darker shade blue over head while the horizon behind us allowed some red to reflect off the buildings. I could not help but feel that I had crossed a cultural line that I should not have. Although in my home world what I said would have been considered crossing the line for a married man. Yet here it felt even more taboo, considering Kuri's connection with the gods for her it was tatamount to treason. The thought that I should have ended it with saying thank you made itself at home in my head. The walk was a painful one, I feared that once we returned to the mansion Kuri would disappear. I racked my head for a way to resolve this but none came to mind. An apology would be perceived as forced at this point. "Should I give her space and let her approach me about it first?" The thought appeared in tandom with desire to apologize right away. I wrestled with the double think in my head, we passed through the gates to the mansion during my internal debate. The door appeared and was opened before I could remove my head from the storm clouds.
By Caleb Wagner5 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams (10)
Her anger visibly shaking the ground, Chrissy's eyes no longer the color of the warm, welcoming sun. But the color of an angry fire burning with rage inside of her. “You betrayed me?” Her voice is deeper than her usual soft loving self.
By Kristina Brule5 years ago in Fiction
The Changing
In 2028 at approximately 9 pm, a car was driving across a bridge. Inside, a girl behind the wheel. She was heading north to meet a friend. It started raining heavily, instantly blocking the road from sight. The car swerved and the back end hit a tree. The car spun out of control and went over the edge of the bridge. The girl slowly opened the door tried to crawl out. The temperature outside was 53 degrees below zero. Her heart beat slowed so it would beat about once or twice a minute.
By Linda Friesen5 years ago in Fiction
Phantom Island-"Origins"-34
“It isn’t a trick.” Faith replied. “Hop on and hold on tight.” “You want me to sit on top of the coffin?” Octavian asked. “Actually, I recommend lying face down as flat as possible against it and holding on to the bars on either side.”
By Author Jennifer Treece5 years ago in Fiction
New Camelot
The elven woods encircled the country of men. Railways crisis-crossed the land, transporting goods across the Empire. Within the past two decades, the once divided nation merged through the recent increase in steam-powered technology, including printing presses. Secluded cities and obscure towns could now read about politics from a population over a hundred miles from them. With this revolution came a surge in new factory work, education, and voting rights for the dwarven populace. It was a mere half-century since the stocky race was given freedom from slave-work and they were increasingly gaining more rights with the help of the South-Eastern Orcs. Their aggressive approach, however, has stirred conflict among the land of men. Small groups began to sprout up in resistance to the dwarves’ movement. Most resistance groups flickered out once the orcs joined the dwarves’ side, except for one. “Excalibur” was created to target not only the newly freed slaves, but all races who stood by the Queen’s ‘Freed Camelot’ Act, which declared all beings free within the Empire. The reference to the Arthurian Era, a mere three hundred years ago, was to create a contrast between the old race-banning laws that was enacted under the rule of King Arthur and the new Queen Ciciera’s “New Camelot”. King Arthur enthusiasts, however, strongly opposed the new Acts and resisted the Steam Revolution.
By Victoria Cage5 years ago in Fiction
The Black Witch 8
The woman's cry brought the attention of the entire block to us. I could feel the judgement, an opinion so deeply entrenched that definding knights wish they could use it against seiges. I knew all to well that anythig I said or did would be immediately discredited. So I raised my hands above my head and backed away. During my withdraw the woman quieted her scream. Lingering in her eyes was a fear that almost brought me to tears. I wanted to say something, to offer up my apologies. My voice ran from this desire, afraid that it would be useless. It had decided not to try. I had shrunk once again. "Its ok, this man will not hurt you. I can vouch for him. If he were to try then he would have to deal with the Black witch Kuriga and these imperial gaurds." Kuri's voice was somehow powerful enough to make it through the whole square but soft enough to offer comfort. The woman looked up at the smiling, embodiment of power. Her eyes darted to me and I bowed my head to show my submission. With Kuri's soothing, my admission of non-conflict and some time the woman returned from the state of a terrified animal. She stood up, dusted of her behind, and took a deep breath. She offered a deep curtsey with a lowered head. "I apologize for the rudeness lady Kuriga, prince Elliot. I have had rather traumatic expierences with men before I emmigrated here. The sudden shock of seeing a man overode my judgement. I hope you will forgive me." She seemed a different person. Now her words carried a tremendous air of grace. Kuri looked at me "In this situation you should be the one to accept the apology. While I hold considerable power, I am somewhat extranational. You are the ranking person status wise." The guidance she offered was sent via our telepathic link. In response I straightened my posture and spread my right hand out with palm facing to the sky. "Do not worry. I forgave you when I saw the fear in your eyes. I knew that you meant no ill will by it. I am happy that you have calmed down and please should you need anything do not hesitate to reach out to me. I will do my best to help you overcome this trauma so that your life may be better if only by a slight margin." The formal apology receiving posture felt awkard, but my acceptance was scincere.
By Caleb Wagner5 years ago in Fiction
Home Remodeling
A spaceship crashed down at the end of my street this morning. Its inertial dampeners and camouflage shield must still be in working order because it looked like nothing more than a parabola of blue light followed by a puffy white clump of cumulonimbus cloud streaking down from the sky After the crash, the puffy cloud dissipated with the morning fog, leaving behind a boxy, non-descript, ranch-style house, painted a bland shade of tan. The paint is even peeling. Sure, the lot at the end of the street had been an empty field all winter long, but somehow people have a way of forgetting that.
By Sonia Shrestha 5 years ago in Fiction
Almost a Daughter
“Would you still like me if I wasn’t a girl?” Her voice was so low he wasn’t sure he heard right so rather than answering right off, he just stared at her. She tossed her head to one side, sable hair storming over her shoulders, glanced back at him for a quick second, clear eyes blue and penetrating, then turned away. Not a girl? Jordyn sure looked a girl. His body responded to her whenever she was close to him the same way it did all girls. That involuntary stiffening, the want, that indecent want, a clawing need. And yet, and yet…
By Dan Glover5 years ago in Fiction
