Fantasy

Thaj and the Storm
He walked along the place he called home. He placed his hand upon the trunk of the tree whose bark was a deep rich brown the same as his eyes and smooth skin. He sat down and place his back to the old oak where his parents met and breathed in the earthy smell of familiar. He heard the chirping of the papa bird building his nest for his family in the branches of the oak and tilted his head back against the trunk to watch. He ran his tongue over his full lips and tasted the sweet blueberries that he picked from the bushes along his favorite trail leading to this spot to snack on not too long ago. “Oak; what is it I’m missing?” His deep voiced matched the thunder that sounded as a response. Thaj looked up to the sky and saw the storm clouds approaching. He didn’t attempt to move; this was is most comforting spot in this world, his domain.
By Lacey Rose5 years ago in Fiction
It's Familiar
Knock! Knock! Knock! There was an urgent banging on the door that startled Zephyr whilst she was peacefully writing away in her personal journal. It’s a task that she had been performing since her own thirteenth birthday when her mother gave her a set of journals. These she would one day entrust to her own babe, the one that was rapidly growing inside her. They were entrusted to the female babes on their thirteenth birthdays. These tomes also imparted the wisdom of those that came before them and explained to the young lass everything she would need to know regarding “the change”. From the changes to her body, to the harnessing of her newly enabled powers, all was laid bare in those pages. So too were spells for the young witch. “What is it now?” she snapped. “You know I do not wish to be disturbed during my writing time!”, exclaimed Zephyr. A somewhat frantic voice responded from the other side of the door. “Milady, I understand and do apologize, but there’s something going on in the square and I do believe that you and the mister need to be prepared. Don’t you hear the bells?”. It was Humphrey, her husband Sebastian, the Governor’s footman. Zephyr paused to listen and gasped, “That was five bell tolls. Oh my! I really believed, well hoped, that things were changing for the better around here.” Zephyr shook her head and asked Humphrey if she knew where the Sebastian was. Humphrey replied, “I’m afraid madam, that the Governor has locked himself away in his office.”
By Claude Rushia 5 years ago in Fiction
To Frisk the Feathers of Oath
Feathers Do Not Fight the Wind for Flight There is a place where extraordinary actions took hold. Thus, earning its locus amongst the rest. A daring cliff holding grand posture that to a mortal soul with eyes of greed, overlooking fear, the man would build their home to their god. However, this particular being wasn’t the first having capabilities to see their wisdom etched into stone. Feathers do not fight the wind for flight.
By Anastasia Rice5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Owl
Lightning lashed the earth like a crackling whip as the sound of galloping horses thudded on the thick snow like a ruthless hurricane. The thunder snarled as several faint silhouettes of men on horseback meandered through the trees, weaving through the dense woods like sharks in a kelp forest. Peering through her binoculars, Ayla pressed herself against the windowsill get a better look at the strange figures. She prayed it wasn’t what she thought it was…
By Rushil Chaudhari5 years ago in Fiction
Coincidence & Fate
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Joyce cried out, dropping the box in her arms. She flashed a sheepish smile as she stumbled backward from the body before her, forging for her footing on the busy sidewalk. The body was that of a boy, Ori, who quickly collected himself and turned to the girl. Though, his shy nature kept him from looking at anything other than her feet, which were neatly dressed in simple and clean black flats.
By Katie Schumann 5 years ago in Fiction
Her Beginning
The cell was small, just big enough to hold a frail body and a small bed. The bars held the prisoner in more ways than it should. The pure silver bars held her to the back corner of the cell.
By Lindsay Beckley5 years ago in Fiction
Owl dream
I am getting used to. In the beginning it was not easy but as times goes by, I feel I need to accept the reality. I am waiting for you to wake up and observe what you do today. I keep wondering if you are aware of what happened.
By Carlos dominguez5 years ago in Fiction
Lochland Woods
Amala Zeus was a meek and unremarkable young girl, with nothing left, and an entirely unremarkable existence ahead. In her eyes at least. However commonplace she felt, her life had recently been anything but. She had recently lost her parents in a disastrous freak accident, her home was obliterated in an unexplainable explosion, and she was subsequently on the way to live with her affluent aunt Morwen whom she had only met once when she was ten years old. Her aunt had sent a driver to pick her up, too occupied and essential to come herself. The road from Amala's now-destroyed home to her aunt's estate wound through Lochland Woods, a most insidious place. Perhaps she simply wasn't willing to risk her own life, or maybe she just didn't care about Amala very much. Amala speculated both were true.
By Kae Kelley5 years ago in Fiction
Life Unleashed
Heading up to my little cabin. It is a long way, putting music in the car and trying to stay awake. “Rocking to the Oldies”. Bumps and turns along the way. It had to be about midafternoon by now. Pulling into the driveway and seeing my old neighbors. Grabbing my bags and putting my hand on the doorknob. Ready to settle in. Just closed the door. Someone knocked on the door! “What now”. Hi neighbor. {Just saw you pill in} and wanted to let you know you have a light out. Thanks. Have a good evening. Lights were on and I went to put wood in the fireplace. It wasn’t that late so put the kettle on.
By Kit-Kat5 years ago in Fiction
Under The Moon's Watchful Eye
"Hail, Great Owl!" a voice drifted into my dreams, rousing me from my slumber. I blearily cracked open one eye: it was not yet night. "I trust there is good reason for my being disturbed so early?" I snapped irritably, clacking my beak to hide a yawn. The voice from outside carried a fair amount of contrition. "Apologies, O Chief. I did not mean to disturb you. It's just…well...strange creatures have been sighted, on the broad path of the Men. I was sent to seek your council." I snorted. Being Chief Bird of the East was the burden I bore as the eldest owl. It seemed the other birds of my domain scrambled to me for every little matter that needed resolving, and I was weary of the endless silly nesting disputes...wait...strange creatures, eh? With a huff, I leaped up to the edge of the hole in the tree I made my nest in. I squinted in the light of the lowering sun and beheld a small songbird of some sort on the branch, a respectful distance away. The young fellow, a warbler with a gold belly, I could now see, gulped and bowed his head. "My apologies again, Great Owl," he stammered. "Yes, yes," I cut him off. "Tell me of these creatures, and who sent you?"
By Che M-C5 years ago in Fiction
The Owl's Call
Chapter 1 The sounds of screams and the smell of smoke are something he should have been used to by now, seeing how he does this every other week. However, Caden had always struggled with the memory it brings reminding him of his parent’s death.
By B5 years ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Owls
The night of the new moon is when magic is darkest, when evil’s eyes can see into the souls of all beings. There is one place on this earth that evil will walk confidently with a name long forgotten. Frolicking and dancing with an icy breath whose stench can be discovered briefly before it’s too late. Satan himself would tread lightly upon the decay of this ancient forest floor. People call this place the Forest of Owls. How this came to be is a sad tale that has been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years, never wavering far from the original. It’s been told thousands of times.
By Margaret Buckwalter5 years ago in Fiction