Fantasy

The Last Mage
“I am Calliope Fogg, born under the Dragon Blood Moon of the Vernal Equinox in the sacred Mondovian forest of the kingdom of Rendreley. I am the daughter of Delilah Fogg, granddaughter of Zephinia Fogg. I am the keeper of the red flame and the last mage.”
By K. Wallace5 years ago in Fiction
Carnival People
We were circus performers. And my god, what fun it was. I was a member of the carnival troupe aboard the S.S. Emerald – a travelling airship that sailed throughout the Lands of the Sky under the patronage of Isle the Great.
By Maddie5 years ago in Fiction
Kalena's Wait
Kalena Wind stood anxiously looking out the open window at the bright, beautiful morning, and wondered about last night. She had seen the barn owl sitting in the tree last night, just as the elders had said was possible. What does it mean though? Seeing an owl can be good, or bad. “Today is the most important day of my life,” Kalena thought. It must be good. It must.
By Kathy Whatley5 years ago in Fiction
A Beautiful Burial
A Beautiful Burial Songbirds sang their declarations in the late afternoon, dancing over the calm river in the hopes of impressing their future lover. The blue sky was decorated with fluffy clouds, which gave a few moments of reprieve from the summer sun as they moved through their own sea.
By Sophia Barbour5 years ago in Fiction
Get a load of this monster.
The nights were long and cold. Samantha spent many days and nights asking herself what she had done wrong or what she could have done differently. The days grew short, and the nights grew long. She stopped going to school and work. Samantha spent all of her time fixing up what little space she had in the barn. Being kicked out of her dad's house wasn't even the worst part of her journey. She had gotten kicked out because of her new stepmom, Katie. The worst part of her journey was losing all of her close friends and family members. She especially missed her sweet, caring, and compassionate mother.
By Ceo Of Dying5 years ago in Fiction
O. W. L
I can admit, I’ve never really given much thought to the outer world. The people outside of these walls, I assume, are resistant to change, to stepping into the future, and adjusting to the new normal. But, who am I to judge? They are free to do as they please as are we. There are stories and occasional whispers of a growing disdain to our way of life, yet I can’t seem to fathom why. We’ve chosen peace, a haven from the chaos that existed before I was even born. For whatever dissatisfaction they encounter in their lives, surely it has nothing to do with us.
By Luna Jupiter5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of the Emperor
“I want to go home, Barry.” Parris said. The skirt that snapped around the woman’s ankles was a waterfall. Patched fabrics, dyed in every colour a child could dream, folded and tumbling over themselves. Whirlpools of bronze hemmed its edges, catching gentle torchlight thrown from private corners of the common room. The dulcimer could barely be heard above the sound of the woman’s romping, bare feet slapping against the boards of the wooden stage. And whatever noise she did not make the people took upon themselves, thumping fists on tables, boots over stone. Metal mugs slopped and rang as they were tipped against each other and throats raw with laughter wet themselves.
By Natasha5 years ago in Fiction
Between the Roots
The smell of earth clung to the stifling summer air as I ascended the mountain trail. As the path became steeper, my feet kept sliding on the muddy rocks and I had to cling to the roots sticking out of earthen walls to keep from falling. As I sat on the stone ruin halfway up the mountain, the sun was just beginning to ease over the opposite mountain ridge. I knelt on the familiar stones, feeling their carved surfaces and running my hands through the cracks in the foundation as I watched the leftover puddles from the afternoon rain refract the sun. The town glistened in shades of gold, pink, and red as if it were on fire.
By Allyson Alvis5 years ago in Fiction
Night Howler (Part 2)
** As I did some research for this challenge, I came to find that depending on where you are in the world, the cultural perception and meaning of this animal varies from a very bad omen, to a sign of good luck... I then began to seek any legends that could help me understand the origin of such differences. Unfortunately, this didn't result in much, but it did give me the idea to attempt to create my own origin story. It would try to explain as much as possible, the different meanings in the symbolism of this bird. This story ended up being much longer than planned and exceeded the 5,000 word limit, so I decided the present the second half of the story for my contest entry. You can find part 1 on my profile.**
By KARPE5 years ago in Fiction
Escaping Kalabran
Markus was a wall dweller. Orphaned at thirteen and considered a man by the kingdom's standards, Markus inherited the family's dwelling, housed in the walls of the formidable city of Kalabran.
By Bryan R..5 years ago in Fiction
The Quiet Healer and Her Lantern
Once upon a time, in days of old, magyck and spirits saturated the living world. Some were malevolent, others benevolent. It is the way of this world. Good and evil force equality in the land. A young wanderer was wandering. Up until this point, her path passed through forests, hills, and fields of grass and flowers. This young wanderer always stopped and made time to help the small creatures that crossed her path. One animal in particular, never left her side. A barn owl, winged wisdom, she befriended. Athena, she named her. In her heart, there lived a gemstone. A gem not made of this world, yet more alive than the breath of Gaia. A gemstone so rare, and so secret only a privileged few even know of its existence. The wanderer herself, often forgets a treasure more valuable than all of the gold and jewels on this earth, resides within her. She was a friend to all who crossed her path. The souls of all living and dead found in the land were drawn to her fey spirit and golden heart. A light on this earth was she. Unburdened and free she roamed gaily.
By Jerome Greywood5 years ago in Fiction
Owl Screams between the Stars
There was a faint tang of ozone in the air. Taking a deep breath, she felt the harsh spray of seawater, an unwelcome chill on her already drenched and shivering figure, and grimaced at the overwhelming taste of brine on her palate. Still, Alice kept herself firmly seated on the edge of the cold, splintering pier, her feet dangling just above the powerfully crashing waves.
By Maris5 years ago in Fiction