Fantasy

SIR ROBERT HENRY AND THE ROSE
I used to love the way the scent of the old barn spilled out onto the field in front of our home. The tobacco leaves dryin’ from the wooden beams like fresh earth was cast out on the open breeze in some triumphant wake. Like fresh cut grass in the mornin’ when the dew is still settlin’ and hasn’t yet been tamed by the sun. It made me happy.
By Richard J. Phillips5 years ago in Fiction
Guardian of the Night
5:04 am Read the screen of my phone. It seems my internal alarm clock has chosen five in the morning, being that I keep waking up at this chosen hour every. single. day.
By megan romaya5 years ago in Fiction
The Regrets of a Fallen Warrior
The Regrets of the Fallen Warrior There was a warrior, but not just any warrior. Not a sellsword, or a mercenary or a mere soldier, no, this warrior was a champion of the Light, a paragon of Order. A hero. This warrior came home one day to find that everything that mattered to him was gone. Everyone that he ever loved, taken from him - his children? Murdered. His parents? Murdered. His wife? His wife…she was found in such a state, that murder…mere murder would have been a mercy.
By Michael Mayr5 years ago in Fiction
Fall of Mages
High in the mountains, far above the battlefield, Ardgal sighed. The air used to be thick with magical potential, it warmed him, cushioned him, comforted him. Now, without the other mages, the air felt thin, as if he ventured too high up the mountain on which he resided. It felt cold, empty, and it was hard to breathe.
By Christopher Kelly5 years ago in Fiction
Something Strange
Willow There’s something strange all around. I can feel it hanging heavy in the air like a corpse from a tree branch. I stand beneath a canopy of evergreens. Soft firelight, partially obscured by the cover of trees illuminates my little clearing. A flutter of wings beats against my ears in a soft drumbeat. I snap my head down to the sound of landing little feet. A barn owl stands on the ground three feet from me. Slowly I bend down and extend my forearm. It hops up onto my arm, talons sinking deep enough to draw little rubies of blood. I bring it close to my face. Our eyes meet. It twists its head around. I reach out and place my hand over it's face, feeling the cool surface of its sharp beak. Gently but firmly I pull its head back around. “You have nothing to fear,” I breathe like the whisper of a winter breeze. “I won’t harm you.” It cocks its head, round eyes staring into my blue ones. It knows something. It’s trying to tell me something. “Willow we need you,” Rylan calls from the campfire, her voice joking. Laughter erupts from her and Freya, the only other people in these woods just now. “Come back to the fire!” I don't answer her, instead I keep on watching the owl, desperate to collect whatever knowledge it's holding captive. “What do you know?" It straightens its head back up, steps one, two, three, foot to foot, along my arm. Perhaps it’s trying to tell me about the world. I think it’s crumbling, about to cave in on itself. There’s something lurking on the horizon, and it will end lives. It will take so many souls from so many bodies, bursting them open like chests full of treasure. My heart soars at the thought, and it’s one of the strangest things I’ve ever felt. Perhaps it’s trying to tell me about me. About the strangeness I feel expanding from deep within myself like a ghostly ocean. I might just drown in it soon. Or maybe I'll breathe it down like a breath of fresh air. Unable to unlock the doors behind the owl’s eyes, I throw it up into the air, and watch as it flies away into the night sky.
By Nadia 5 years ago in Fiction
Two Night Hunters
The winter had been long. The first snows had come earlier than ever. The hunter had not been prepared. The fall was a time of preparations, and while they had not been neglectful in their practices for the coming snows when they came so soon, there was little to be done except to hope that the goddesses would be merciful. Then again, what did those mighty entities care for one lone hunter in all the world?
By Jacob Green5 years ago in Fiction
The Forest Council
It was late. Later than she’d realised. But she never normally got lost, she knew these woods like the back of her hand, she relied on that. But this part, this part here was different. She knew that she’d never seen it before. There were no sounds of distant cars or dogs barking, no sounds at all. It was unnaturally quiet. More like a tomb than a forest. And then, a rustle and snap. Like a twig snapping and someone clicking their fingers simultaneously. She gasped as she sensed movement behind her.
By Nessy Writer5 years ago in Fiction
Within the Walls
I “Are you coming?! Hurry!” Lana grabs my arm causing us to stumble a bit. “I don’t know if I wanna do this anymore,” I say, “You know what happens if we get caught.” “Ellie, it’s finnneee. We won’t get caught!”
By Kira Garrett5 years ago in Fiction
Wanderer
The screams of a rooster startle me awake. I can’t feel a thing… or rather I can feel everything. Every ache in every joint between every bone. I don’t think straw is anywhere near a good mattress stuffer. Stretching out the kinks in my body, a few of my bones sing their usual morning praises of cracks and pops. I rise from my nest of hay and dirt, dusting the filth from the fabric of my clothes. I can’t even remember feeling sleepy after my nightly chores. I don’t understand how I could’ve just fallen asleep in the horse’s breakfast. The rooster crows again.
By The Grim Weeper5 years ago in Fiction
Princess Lili
Princess Lili lived in Tibet in a golden castle, at the base of the expansive cascading Himalayan mountains adorned with snow. Lili was born into enormous wealth and privilege handed down from generation to generation, but this was of no concern to her. Lili’s parents were unusually down to Earth within this kind of opulence. They were unassuming in their fortune and encouraged Lili to practice the things in life she was passionate about, enjoyed and embraced which were her gardening and cooking. It’s hard to say which she enjoyed more, but they are so closely related to each other, it didn’t matter. These sacred places- the kitchen and garden- kept Lili grounded, humble and normal, and her parents 'Yin' and 'Yang' encouraged it. Lili also understood that most people liked to collect many material things when fortune was of this magnitude, but her parents didn't. They lived with minimal possessions. She knew that loving what we do, having trustworthy friends, a strong family unit and God, was where the real money was. Lili was only ten years old, but had the wisdom and maturity of a fifty year old. She also had a very vivid imagination. She had shimmering blue eyes and glossy, long wavy black hair and possessed the confidence of an army. She knew that money couldn’t buy those things.
By Lisa Stalvey5 years ago in Fiction
The Spirits Are With Me Here
My back arches with pleasure as my body grows warm. The dark ground is moist and fragrant. The nearby fire throws sparks up against the sky. I arch my back, my eyes reaching up towards the sky to sense the incredible curve of my spine where my back turns into my wide, round, juicy ass and hips.
By Kaia Maeve Tingley5 years ago in Fiction
OWL🦉 AND FRIENDS
Once there were three friends who always use to stay together. They are Sam, Daniel, John. Sam has a pet owl. They used to call him Wizard because he was an expert in magics. He has some superpower to tell what is gonna happen in the future and he can also understand humans' language can also speak. And he has also proved this many times. These were his specialties. Wizard has also a story behind how he became the pet, Sam. He was sitting on a branch in daylight and was being sleepy suddenly an Eagle attacked him and fell, badly injured. Sam was passing from there and he brought the owl to his home. He treated him and take care of him. He decided to keep the owl with as a pet and when his friends came to know about this both were very happy. They also started to come to Sam's house to see the owl. One day when they had not prepared for the test, they all were too worried about the test then the owl tell them, not too very their test will get canceled when they reach school and the same happened. As they reached the school they came to know that the test got canceled. They were very happy and as the day goes on they identify with this power. they were super surprised and the kindest thing was Sam picked him up at his home when he was injured without knowing about his superpower. But as time goes on they started using it in the wrong way and this could take a shape of a big thunderstorm for others. As they were taking this in bad form after some days the owl died. They felt very bad as he was helping them out with every single thing and now it become so hard for them to handle all the stuff by themselves.
By Vishesh Vats5 years ago in Fiction