Fantasy
A Woodland Adventure
Fallyn stopped and looked around. Silence settled. At least it seemed so for a short moment. She could hear squirrels skittering around the trees, and birds chattering to each other before taking wing, and she could hear others watching her. How does one exactly hear someone watching? She did not know, but she could. She stood among the trees and the underbrush that was so tall it nearly completely engulfed her and listened. She would never find her way out of the woods if she could not find a trail of some kind. Fallyn turned in a circle. The snow crunched under her boots and her breath streamed behind her. All semblance of silence was broken. Her movement startled the creatures of the forest. Birds took flight, squirrels and other small rodents momentarily stopped and then scurried into hiding. There was nothing for it, she realized, "I must find a trail." She said to no one, and off she started once again trudging through the snow while pushing brush out of her path.
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By Emily Clare Burgess5 years ago in Fiction
Out of the Dark
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By Kelly Carlson5 years ago in Fiction
Why do magicians need wands?
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By YA Fantasy Guy5 years ago in Fiction
Resin
Mr. Potts waited until Hannah left the room, then pressed a red button on his desk. A low-pitched humming sound filled his ears while a semi-translucent screen descended from the ceiling, separating the area around his desk from the rest of the room. Potts sat in his oversized swivel chair. “Our assumption was correct. Now we know where they went when they reached the pit and who the gatekeeper is.” He spun around to the empty corner behind his desk. “We finally have the missing piece to get the gemstones. Billy, how long until you are ready to go?”
By YA Fantasy Guy5 years ago in Fiction
The Wooden Barn Owl
The Wooden Barn Owl Emmett lived with his mother in a cottage far off from the village. The cottage was small and covered in vines and the woods surrounding it were covered with color and beauty. Emmett never had friends, since he was five his mother would get ill, once, or twice a month and he would have to take care of her. Now being sixteen he knew all the herbs in the woods that would help his mother.
By Italia Howell5 years ago in Fiction
