Fantasy
The Awakened Time Traveller
“Do you feel it? Do you feel it? Tell me, you feel it.” My body slowly disappeared from view, Hannah’s hand, holding mine, dissolved before my eyes. The long white down feathers of the dreamcatcher danced as the prism of light sped through its centre.
By Stephen Johansson 5 years ago in Fiction
So Close, And Yet, So Far Off
A Continuation Of... It had been a few weeks since Tinka and Nestor had met Noah and Marie, respectively. The days were growing shorter and colder, but their nights were warm. Whether Tinka was with Noah at his cottage on the Count's estate or Nestor was dancing with Marie at The Hollow Hill Tavern, autumn evenings were hot more often than not.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Fiction
A Particular Night in Venice 5
"This fog is insane!!! Where the hell did it come from?? I can't see shit!"' A young man of barely 25, is struggling to navigate a bicycle in fog thick as cotton. The small electric headlight struggles to shine ahead of the bike. The rolling of the tires and crank of the chain are amplified in the damp air.
By Brandon Hall5 years ago in Fiction
What the Barn Owls Saw
I’m Alva the Barn Owl that heard and saw everything. The sound of the motor, and the smell of exhaust, became an exhilarating, intoxicating coupling. I could taste the coming storm. I’ll try to remember the whole thing. The horses get the most credit from the little giant himself, Mr. Prince Rogers Nelson.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
The Wizard's Apprentice
The Wizard’s Apprentice By Joshua Wheelon Arden woke up to the wretched scent of something burning out in the kitchen area. He sat up with a start and made a disgusted face as the horrible smell overpowered his nostrils almost costing him to puke. The aroma was almost like that of the spray the comes from a skunk’s glands. Then his eyes widened with delight for he knew why that wretched smell was in the hut. Today was the day.
By Joshua Wheelon5 years ago in Fiction
The Gentleman at the Tilting Hat Bookstore
When Mavis found the Tilting Hat Bookstore, she had no idea what lay at the heart of it. She assumed, just as every other passer-by would, that it contained books. It was late in the afternoon, a cloudless sky let the sunshine down, but the shadow of the building covered the sidewalks and streets. Of all the stores she could have chosen to enter, this one stuck out.
By Nathaniel-Writes5 years ago in Fiction
