Fantasy
Broken Angel
The taxi turned into bhu road hurriedly. For its passengers, velocity was probable of the essence. Dr. Bernard augustinho knew changed into that if he didn’t attain their vacation spot soon, something inside which had been constructing from the moment he’d received the call might explode. There were no tears on his face; those could come later. Beside him his wife, vegetation, wept silently. Bernard didn’t attain out to console her. He had said already what had to be said; he’d carried out what comforting he could, all of the manner from goa and thru the flight. But her tears had no longer stopped. All at once, thru the glass, he saw the hospital. It become the second one time he were right here, the primary years returned he’d observed his daughter, rosalyn, in her bid for a residency. She’d succeeded. Flowers hadn’t been there then, simply as she shouldn’t have come now. The smartphone call have been from the dean’s office: rosalyn had been in an accident. The driver swung into the casualty entrance. They moved quickly to the nurse-station. There has been a cmo on the desk. Bernard’s phrases rushed out. “my daughter turned into introduced right here 4 hours ago…” she reached for a sign in. “rosalyn augustinho.”
By Tanya Sharma 5 years ago in Fiction
Top 3 of the Weirdest Museums in America
3. The Museum of Death - in the event that ventriloquism fakers are no biggie to you, something hazier and somewhat more sensible may be all together The Museum of Death. With areas in both Hollywood, California, and New Orleans, Louisiana, the Museum of Death houses the world's most broad assortment of "chronic executioner craftsmanship, old fashioned memorial service ephemera, and undertakers' and coroners' instruments," as per their website.Be cautioned prior to visiting this historical center this show has not been watered down to make it family amicable. Reports from past guests show a portion of the horrifying displays: real photographs of the Charles Manson and Black Dahlia crime locations, funeral home photographs, the guillotined cut off top of the Blue Beard of Paris (Henri Landru), and recordings of both genuine passings and dissections. While it will not be for everybody, you need to appreciate the Museum of Death areas for their obligation to their topic.
By vaibhav sharma 5 years ago in Fiction
When The Sun Stops
There is no sweeter smell than that of blood. I had spent centuries running from this undeniable truth. I could do so no longer. For in doing so I would have been denying myself of the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known. Greater creatures have tried and failed.
By Allison Rayn5 years ago in Fiction
The Sun's Moon
The Sun’s Moon Long ago Before The Universe, Before Man Kind, Before the stars and planets before the moon and the stars, there was only peaceful darkness, and one small light glowing in the vast emptiness. small yet burning the light grew and grew slowly expanding throughout space and time until the light slowly started to flicker, long ribbons of golden lace twisting and intertwining in circular motions turning solid shades of blues and greens in spots until the once small flickering light became whole, solid, and covered in vast blue seas, lagoons, waterfalls, rivers, GIGANTIC beautiful trees, billions of different colored flowers, gardens of fruits, beautiful meadows, and a Mystical Garden sitting Atop an exquisite breathtaking waterfall with vibrant multicolored flower laced vines cascading down the sparkling water and braiding through the thick soft garden floors and intertwining with the trees surrounding the garden. In the mystical garden blossoming and consuming the light that she once lived as, Ophelia took her first steps admiring her first child, her first creation, Ascillia.
By Paige Loreen5 years ago in Fiction
Ch 2: Into the Night
Inspira looked down at her reflection in the fountain pool. A packed satchel sat by her feet. An oil lamp casted a faint light in the surrounding darkness. “Mother will be extremely alarmed when she discovers my absence in the morning,” she thought to herself. She had left a note on her bedroom dresser so the Queen wouldn’t think she had completely disappeared. It didn’t divulge much, just that she had to go do something really important and would be back as soon as she could. How was she going to tell her mother that she was leaving to save The Light? She barely believed it herself, but something inside her told her she didn’t have much of a choice.
By The Protagonist Priestess5 years ago in Fiction
Chosen
Had I known then the impact that their friendship would bring, I never would’ve joined in the fight at the beginning and kept my people from the horrors inflicted upon the other races. Things not now forgotten by all, but still lingering in the essence of our segregation. Kingdoms and towns, devoid of what had once been the dream of the titans, now grow and expand with that same mindset. She saw none of that, regardless of her upbringing. Someone I’ve loved since we first met..
By D J Smithson5 years ago in Fiction
Butterfly
Zara lay, face skyward, on the damp grass. The buzz of bees and the distant hum of traffic seemed to vibrate through her torso. Nearby dogs barked and windows whooshed open. It seemed all the world was on the move except her. She felt the gentlest touch upon her cheek, and another upon her arm. Her eyes swiveled in their sockets veiled by her eyelids: she was a little nervous of bees.
By Daniella Libero5 years ago in Fiction
Prelude - Part IV
Prelude - Part IV: Skarrigg and Annaquette rode upon the black horse. They headed north into the cold lands. It had been a rough three months, the journey to Irrisen, commonly called the land of eternal winter. Irrisen was exactly that, a land in the grip of a magical winter over the last 1,400 years and ruled by a dynasty of albino witches. Their destination was the far north-western part of the ice-shrouded nation where it bordered the fabled land of the Linnorm Kings.
By Michael Mayr5 years ago in Fiction
