Fantasy

The Return of the Defenders
It was getting late. Though the sky displayed a myriad of colour, with the growing shadows came a sense of foreboding. A nervous hush fell upon the forest, the only movement coming from the wind blowing through the leaves, and the day-dwellers scurrying for sanctuary. It had been this way for as long as Gaeryll could remember.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Fiction
once a king or queen
They carry their pillows over their heads because it rained the night before. Blankets are wrapped around pajama-clad kings and queens of the forest, so they stay dry in the damp underbrush.
By Kylie5 years ago in Fiction
The Maw and The Misaligned
The world opened its ugly maw and out flew the dark of night. Fast as a wolf on a desperate hunt, it rounded the pale blue corners of the sky with startling speed and hunger. Swallowing the day, it gulped down every trace of warmth the sun had generously donated. It stole away the warm oranges of sunset with one exhale, blanketed the evergreens in grey with a look, and wiped the clearly lit path away to leave the wanderer lost.
By Silver Daux5 years ago in Fiction
The Ruins
After a sonic boom of thunder rumbled throughout the sky, I bolted. I hear the crunching of the frozen ground and snapping of random twigs as I stomp through the uneven forest grounds. I feel the shrubbery prickle and tear into my face, and hands as I claw my way through the foliage.
By Yoli5 years ago in Fiction
The Owl and the Silverwing
Celwyn the owl sat hunched on a branch. The light of the full moon illuminated the right side of his face so that all you could see of him, if you looked carefully, was half an owl amongst the shadows.
By Ellie Baker5 years ago in Fiction
Lasting Impressions
Eryn sighed as she closed her bedroom door. She went to her bed and sat down on the edge. “Where did things go wrong? I used to love going to my school, I had lots of friends. Now no one gives a crap about me anymore. I get that I’ve been distant, who wouldn’t be. My best friend died! Or do furry friends not matter? Patches had been with me since I was born. I lost his collar which saddens me even more. On top of that, I have a horrible History teacher this year. I know I’m not the confident person I used to be, I don’t know if I will ever be that confident anymore. I'm just so tired of pretending to be ok. I don’t know what to do. It’s Friday and I will spend another weekend all alone.” She thought.
By Charise Leung5 years ago in Fiction
Last Avarice
In a land left unscarred by the foul things that walk the Earth, there lay a forest still replete with the powers of old. The beasts who dwelt there knew nothing of the troubles beyond their insular lives and answered only to the call of their inner selves. Here, under the dark shroud of the starlit Heavens and the gentle light of the ascended Moon, the land was ruled by a King.
By Nic Senger5 years ago in Fiction
Flower Among Vermin
Prologue History of the Realm For eons, peace ruled over Oredasa and its two continents; Ta’Eel and Livare`. As time went by and the various races came into being, the human race soon came to grow greedy and aggressively territorial. Resources and precious metals were not enough to satiate them and they began to seek power from ancient and forbidden sources; from this chaos began the greatest civil war in humanity’s history.
By Justin Young5 years ago in Fiction
The Shepherd
They say an owl is to the night what an eagle is to the day; that birds are messengers from the spirit world to communicate with us. Cardinals are thought to be loved ones visiting us from the hereafter. Blue Jays are a sign of our need to communicate and remain resilient. Crows and Ravens are thought to be angels giving us a glimpse into our future… the list goes on and on. Every bird on this planet has a spiritual symbolism attached to it.
By Jennifer Gulbrandsen5 years ago in Fiction
Wishes of Monsters. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
[CW: implications of child abuse] The world churned and constricted as the coin slipped between Gemma’s fingers. It slipped down into the velvety blackness. Gemma waited, unbreathing. In a moment, three things happened. A tinkling splash echoed up the well, the world unfurled and expanded, and a strange voice filled the space surrounding Gemma.
By Shaw5 years ago in Fiction
Double Crescent
As dusk approaches, I find myself in the barn finishing my chores with the horses. Most are rounded up and laying on a soft bed of hay. I leave the barn in search of Simon, a timid brown Quarter horse, back to the barn and I see a large bird in the sky flying above the treeline. I dismiss it with a shrug and assume it's just the hawk that lurks nearby.
By Madelyne McClure5 years ago in Fiction
Dreams of a bird
Once upon a time, not so long ago a bird gotten in to this beautiful world of ours. It was a day of summer, the sun was burning under a few shy clouds scattered by a soft wind, the grass was slightly dry holding herself proud against the soft wind that tickles the spiky heads of the proud grass and the wide blue sky welcomed the little one in to the world that we know. Her home was on a branch of a tree grown near a top of a mountain. Close to her was her father , a strong white bird of pray. Little that the bird knew her mother was killed by so called a human being to be used as a decoration in one of their houses, for them to look at her beauty that in their mind was captured and well preserved for eternity. But the little one is not grown enough to be told that yet.
By Nicoleta Panoiu5 years ago in Fiction