Fantasy
Prisoner
Eshi sat quietly in the muted lantern light, using chalk to draw fanciful images on the floor. Memories of things she used to know. Were they real? Or just dreams? She would need to ask for more chalk soon. She was all out of blue and pink, her two favorites. Well, she also really liked yellow. And purple. And green was very nice.
By Kristen Slade5 years ago in Fiction
Inner Light
The owl has a contradictory character in human history and Myth. Seen as evil, a harbinger of death and yet also a wise protector. Owls were the Goddess Athena's favorite bird. She believed they contained an inner light, which granted them sight, in the darkest of nights.
By Cassandra McElroen5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 27: Home
The darkness of the woods were lit with celebration when the children landed into the clearing with the adults. Smiles grew on their faces as they saw a bright fire burning in the center of the field. Jack and Shinning Sun began to beat together a rhythmic patterns and the children ran to the fire and began to step to the beat of the drum.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 26: The
Sarah woke the next morning to a knocking on her window. She covered her eyes to shield the light as she focused onto the window ledge to see an old barn owl sitting outside. Sarah rose and opened the window and the bird hopped in and placed an envelope in her hand. She turn the envelope over and broke the seal and took out the contents.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Fiction
The Owl's Observance
The night had deepened by the time the owl landed for a rest. His belly, empty only moments before, was now sated by the likes of a small field mouse. Scant pickings for some of the larger birds of prey but a tasty, satisfying meal for him. He had dove the moment he saw it and snatched the sorry creature up, swallowing it bones and all. Now he clutched to the old oak joist of a familiar resting spot to him, digging at an itch in his feathers.
By Sebastian Russo5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 25: Mother Moon
"Wake up, Sarah! Wake up! Chavo and Peter sat shaking Sarah. Peter held out his belt and the spider coin was glowing. Sarah looked at it and closed her eyes in fear. The last time it shone so bright was when the wendigo was near. Sarah jumped out of bed and began to prepare herself for what ever was to come.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Fiction
The Night of Owl
As the sun sets behind moving slopes, the little ranch gets comfortable for the evening. The chickens have perched in their coop, the cows have set out toward the animal dwelling place, the pigs are settled in their pen, and the sheep clustered together in the field. Be that as it may, not every person on the ranch is gone to bed as of now. Sluggish eyes squint as the Barn Owl is simply awakening. Tired wings stretch and fold however make no commotion. The wind blows through the breaks in the wood that make up the animal dwelling place dividers. In the most elevated crossbeam of her man-made den, the Barn Owl peers down to the quietness of the straw-covered stable floor. Not a sound can be heard, other than the breeze whistling through the sheets, and regardless of how small of a sound there could be, you can be certain she would hear it.
By Rumzz Bajwa 5 years ago in Fiction
