Fantasy
I, Werewolf
Daniel opened his eyes to see himself surrounded by five men. The room, bare from any furnishings, made the movements of the others echo loudly in his ears. He scanned the room, trying to take it all in, when a throb made his head ache. He wanted to shake it off, but a tightness across his chest, wrists, and ankles prevented movement.
By Matthew Angelo5 years ago in Fiction
Letter to the Devil
Dear Father, I cannot bear to leave without at least giving you an explanation for my departure. For I know that you would send your squadrons of demonic mercenaries through the earth and into the heavens, until I was found, if you thought I had been taken by force. I am well aware how pos- sessive you are of your family and rightfully so. You have taken the upmost care of me, serving as my knight, my lord, and my friend. Yet, despite my love for you, I can no longer remain in this place, which my very heart and soul detests so much. You may wonder how this could be. After all, this is my home and all I have ever known. I will tell you father, even though you can- not possibly understand why such mundane events have afflicted me as if they were the worst tragedies. Thus, I give you fair warning that that these words that I share with you are not wise. However, it is because I love you that I must impart the tainted, human part of my soul.
By Alexandra H Gulcan5 years ago in Fiction
Hope she gets a better husband ...
First love late spring lyrics I hope she gets a better husband ... First love late spring lyrics My love story is different. She fell in love with the owner's daughter in the house where I lived. But he did not look at me that way. I went crazy in love with her. Finally one day Izhar-i-Mohabbat did. But the answer is what he feared. He didn't. I was heartbroken. I cried a lot in front of him. It made her feel that my love was real. Then he also fell in love with me. We were both very happy. They used to meet secretly on the verandah at night. We never made a mistake, we talked for hours on end, we swore to live together.
By Selly Nath5 years ago in Fiction
The Warrior
She would not tell him how to end it, that would be too easy. As she spoke those torturing words of truth, her dark eyes inked with pain. Her chest, a bloody mess. Shield haphazard, cast upon the earth. Her sword hung from her bloodstained hand, blade reflecting the grey of an ashen earth.
By E.B. Mahoney5 years ago in Fiction
The World Eater
In the distance one could see the huge spires of buildings cascading ever higher. So much so that the clouds shrouded the beautiful ornaments at the top. The buildings sparkled in the sunlight, made of things foreign to man. The city of the sky; the crown city, a place of dreams.
By Jude Schiller5 years ago in Fiction
Prosaic Days Off
It was the hottest summer Saffron had ever experienced, and he had experienced a lot of summers, thank you very much. This rivaled that of the day he emerged from the Earth’s crust through the violent tremors of a volcano eruption. He was molded from the magma and stones of the fiery wreckage. However, that was ages ago.
By Jude Schiller5 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams (9)
Sitting atop a throne-like chair made of gemstones and stones, tall and intimidating, yet enchanting. Her feet are on top of natural stone slabs. Chrissy, herself fitting the title of a queen as her beauty was incomparable to those around her. Her skin is smooth and clear. Her dark hair is long and full of life. Brown eyes are so mesmerizing that even a dark soul would get lost in them. Her smile will stop a room full of people, to just look at her. with the small tooth gap completing the picture of her perfect imperfections. Wearing a thigh-length white dress covered in lace and small stones. Next to her is a woman, beautiful but not as comparable. Red long wavy hair that bounced as she moved about. Tall and slender, but broad. Freckles bestowed upon her face, very adamant about being noticed. A crooked nose and untouched eyebrows, but yet beautiful no doubt. She sat in a chair like Chrissy but not as grand, hers was smaller with fewer gems. She sat on Chrissy’s left. To the right of her was a throne far grander than her own. All gems and no stone. It looked as if it would cut you if not careful. Even though this chair was grander, it was not the one in the middle, pronouncing importance. Across from these three chairs is a table, with five chairs surrounding it. These chairs were normal wooden chairs but cushioned with fabric for comfort. A map of some sort lay on top of the table. The room itself is dark but full of life. Grand windows with flowers on the sill, different flowers fill the vases but in each vase, there is at least one purple dream lily protruding from the mass plants. Small cloud-like things fill the air, along with a small sun in the center. Aside from the stone path from the door to the center, where the thrones lie, the rest of the ground is made from soft, gentle grass. Some bushes and flowers create paths. The slight scent of lilac lingering in the air willing to attach itself to anything it can.
By Kristina Brule5 years ago in Fiction
the Woman that could
Once upon a time there was a young lady by the name of Princess. She had beautiful full brown hair, and shiny big eyes. She enjoyed wearing colorful dresses that showed her figure, until the day she realized her appearance didn't matter. She had lived so freely in the world, oblivious to the obvious that everyone had their own pain to deal with. Not that she saw herself as superwoman, but she placed great value in helping others feel seen and understood.
By Drako the Righter5 years ago in Fiction
Serena vs the thunderworm
Serena stands transfixed by the extraterrestrial pyramid. It appears to be drinking the morning sunbeams as it swirls across the glassy surface, creating a spectrum of color. Overhead, the dome seems to be an extension of blue sky over her hometown of Green Valley. In the space where alien technology and the earth touch are pits with piles of rock and dirt.
By Britt Blomster 5 years ago in Fiction
