Fantasy

Cycle Anew
Shadows on the hills had fallen. Thin wisps of starlight permeated the night air. Small songs of crickets were a lone melody on the wind. But this predator laid in darkness, sought in silence.
By Colton Maines5 years ago in Fiction
A Shapeshifter's Requiem
Orange sparks danced across the surface of the jail tower’s glossy black stones, which reflected back warped light as her talons scraped and clicked against the floor, testing her prison. Head turning, she followed the round spiral of the dark tower until her eyes landed on a lone windowsill, barred and out of reach. The sparks she produced fizzled out in stagnant pops, telling a chilling conclusion which rested in her uneasy chest: They know what I am… she thought, as her whole body shivered in the soft moonlight.
By Danny Pennystone5 years ago in Fiction
The Painting
She stood in the middle of the great living room, looking at the spot where she had found her grandmother, lifeless, only weeks ago. Ironic Grandmama died in this room out of all the rooms, she thought. Her grandmother had been living alone for quite a while, her tiny person lonesome in the fairly large manor that had been passed down to the first-borns of the Harrison family for many generations now. Grandpapa had been the second-born child in his family, but a tragic accident to his brother at a young age made him the heir of the manor, a title he took on with pain but nonetheless with dignity to do right by his brother. Abby never got the chance to meet her grandfather's brother, but she had often visited his empty grave with her grandmother and father.
By ABCwritten5 years ago in Fiction
Aryno and Mount Uil
The pristine white snow crunched beneath her boots as she walked. The sun was already making its descent to her west, casting beautiful colors across the early evening sky. When she reached her destination and stopped walking, the silence in the air became deafening. Mille began to feel her heart racing in her chest, and despite the brisk wind, she felt as though she was suffocating. A lump rose in her throat and she fought back tears until she couldn’t hold them inside any longer. The tears streamed down her bright red cheeks, and her entire body shook with sobs.
By S Baumann5 years ago in Fiction
The Owl of Athena
I reclined back against the ornate stone pillars that cornered my wide balcony, and surveyed the Half-God as he knelt before me. Half brother or not, to see his still form bowed to me sent a thrill of excitement down my spine. His question; a beg for my help, hung in the air between them. I drew it out, savoured it.
By Olivia S.5 years ago in Fiction
The Owl's Decision
The cold crisp air bit at my feathers, as I flew through the night. The moon, a guiding light above the dark trees of the ebony forest, brought her glowing friendship as per usual. It has always been the same passing events everyday; during the sunlight hours, I rest in a hollow of an old warn barn and throughout the starlight hours, I fly through the inky dark night under the sultry moon.
By Lotus5 years ago in Fiction
Luci
Lucille was four years old when her Verifiably Deceased great-grandmother first spoke to her of the Lore, of the clear, open starlight and the quiet midnight rituals of her ancestors. This would have troubled Luci’s mother, had she known, because the old crone in question had been buried at least a dozen years prior. It did not bother Luci, whose fascination with things and people long dead, had earned her the nickname of Lucifer from her older sister.
By Michael Fitzgibbon5 years ago in Fiction
A Small Adventure
“I’m telling you, the shriek of that great beast is one that will haunt your dreams for the rest of your nights, if you manage to get away from it with your heart still beating. The only way to survive it is to hear it far off in the distance. If you hear it close to you, you’d best find a good hiding spot right quick, because you won’t hear it when its talons tear through your body.”
By Pete Crutchfield5 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Of My Past
You never really know grief until you’ve experienced it. I grew up in a large family where funerals and birthdays became the new family get together. It was a common joke that we were all so stubborn we refused even giving death a break. It’s not that I didn’t feel any sense of sadness when someone passed, I just became acquainted with death at such an early age that I came to accept it as a part of life. I remember this one time, after the passing of Grandpa Sam, asking my mother as she got me ready for bed
By Julia Alfred5 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of Fate
“They’re saying I’m a witch?” I asked, finally piecing all of Xavian's words together. A reluctant nod dipped his head, tousling his chestnut waves as he sighed.
By M.J. Carlock5 years ago in Fiction
Shadow Self
There is a world beyond that of the third dimension, or perhaps before it? Behind it? Regardless of where exactly this world lies on the dimensional planes, know it is there. Know that we are there; the shadow selves.
By P.K. Lowe5 years ago in Fiction
"Mother Fir in Cherry Form"
Once upon a time. In the Eureka land, a quaint and private fir forest trailed up to a hidden hunter’s homestead where not an ounce of time nor trend, news nor pews, not even a dinner reservation existed; the only variable to life was the native flora and fauna & the animal kingdom that lived in euphony with the land. A land without prejudice or discord, the only rumble heard was the hushing string symphony conducted by mothers gale & the moaning of the Sierra Madre Occidental’s headliner, the legend known to the critters and the hunter as Red the black barn owl.
By Recht5 years ago in Fiction