Fantasy
Burned to Beta
The blaze flared into the sky. The night filled with smoke and sparks. The stars disappeared in the haze and glowing embers. The historical saloon hotel was shaded by the inferno roaring behind it. The life Lynexia had known and loved, devoured by coruscate.
By Samantha Shaffer5 years ago in Fiction
The Oak-Nest Monster
I got out of my car to pay for my gas, there was a cutie about to pump her own gas. i was like, hey! What are you doing out here pumping your own gas? Your man should be ashamed for himself. She exclaimed "im single as A hunned $ bill, what you trying to say? I was like ok then lil mama, you got this, she was filling up her Hummer, Pink H3 with platinum everything, I said who you wit? She said, its just me and my bitches, but she was alone. I was like damn Ma! you work out? she was like, Damn Right, i paid, she stood by her truck, putting $155 0n pump 7. I asked to see her I phone, she me a look like nicca please, She passed it to me anyway, i saw that she was a south-paw, and used her pointer finger to open the phone lock, I scrolled added my name in her phone as BDK, ill explain later. She said her name was Honey, i figured she was sweet, she said she was from East Oakland California USA, In tha Place yes it is!! I was like great, we kicked it hard as hell, we ran up hills, we ran down hills, we walked down paths, we waded in dirty nasty water, she even fell in a puddle while lilly padding over huge rocks. She was a great sport, she only screamed like three times but we pressed on. It was amazing, I fell in Love that day. I kept trying to get some and she kept shading me so fly. I was Blown away yall!! I ended up packing my luggage and we took a huge road trip. From the Country to the Town.
By Tomii Trill TV5 years ago in Fiction
The Seven
The Year is 2007. It is a cool fall day in Manhattan. The leaves decorate the trees in a vivid tapestry of reds, oranges, and browns. The streets buzz with sounds of people. Yes, this is a spectacular day indeed. Alas, even in the most peaceful of times, chaos lurks like a dark cloud, ever-looming, to cast its shadow.
By Frederick Rice5 years ago in Fiction
The Magician
THE MAGICIAN Once upon a time, a daring and carefree young man took a journey into the unknown. He flew high in the sky in a bright multi-colored hot air balloon towards a distant land looking for promised vast opportunities. After some time, just as he was about to reach his destination, an unexpected and violent strong wind blew him completely off course.
By Sherri Antoine5 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow of Regret
Moonlight bathes the bed, washing away darkness, making the shadows gather in one corner. There is a woman under the covers, she is lying in a fetal position, beads of sweat, made silver by the moon, dampen her forehead. She is whimpering, troubled by what she sees in her sleep.
By harry hogg5 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Master's Son 8 & 9
Chapter 8 “Get up,” the nearer of the two guards gently demanded. “His Highness wants to see you.” John lay, frozen ridged from his flight, on the floor of his cell. Not a single muscle in his body worked, or joint moved. He was literally frozen solid.
By Niall James Bradley5 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Master's Son 12 & 13
Chapter 12 “Where's my mother?” Frustration seeped from John's every pore. His whole world, King Elfram's kingdom, was collapsing around him and he was hiding in this cavern beneath the castle. John sat down on a rock, then sprang quickly back up. He was still painfully saddle-sore.
By Niall James Bradley5 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Master's Son 10
Chapter 10 John stood in the Great Hall. It was obviously the Great Hall. It was the largest room in the castle and possibly the biggest room he'd ever seen. A number of the castle servants were clearing the tables and benches to the side of the room and sweeping the floor. Evidently, John had missed breakfast. He'd guessed as much. When he had finally woken, daylight had been streaming into his room through the shuttered window.
By Niall James Bradley5 years ago in Fiction
God's Heart
Valentine’s Day, he thought with a cynical snicker. It had been six weeks since Claire was killed by that backstabbing doppelganger, and every day for Eric was a mental fight between hatred of that woman and utter despair over the loss of his wife. Claire… his Claire had been a gentle soul, driven to greatness and convicted like no other person he had ever known. Why would she sacrifice herself to this other Claire? As far as Eric was concerned, she was an impostor… she wasn’t real. This whole business of alternate realities sat about as well as his sixth lunchtime beer.
By Anthony Stauffer5 years ago in Fiction
