Fantasy

Shadow
Once there was a man named Jack Shadow. His mind was almost always nearly blank. He didn’t know his address. He didn’t know his phone number. He couldn’t remember what he had for breakfast, nor could he tell you the name of his favorite song. But he had a big heart, and worked hard. His house was clean. His lawn was tidy. He dressed smartly.
By Casper Tales5 years ago in Fiction
Last in Line
There was a distant line of onlookers, huddling close with their hands tied behind their backs against the brick wall. They were not sorry for how heretical they may have felt, in how they opposed religiosity and the terrible tragedies that they've come to find revolting by association. Not a shred of regret came over their faces beneath the dark plank ceiling. They knew what had to be done. There was no going back now.
By Jesse Chen5 years ago in Fiction
Rescued
~~~ The slight shaking and whirring of the ceiling fan were the only sounds in the dark room. She stared straight above her, unable to see light of any sort. The barely-furnished bedroom felt like a prison, a torture chamber. She was chained to the bed, unable to move her own body.
By Shelby Larsen5 years ago in Fiction
The Desalinated Siren
A transparent, watery, naked woman no bigger than a finger emerges from the liquid trickling down over the top of the fountain. She dances over the stainless-steel top as if it’s a stage while singing the sweetest burbling song ever heard. David yaws back. At once, his hand releases the tap controlling the bubbler. He yanks the water bottle he was filling away from the spout. The flow is cut off, and she disappears with a splash. All the water running over the top of the metal fountain vanishes down the centre drain. Water droplets land on David’s white business shirt with Mercurial Insurance embroidered above the pocket.
By J.J. Dunmill5 years ago in Fiction
The Right Shade of Blue
“Legend has it,” she would begin in a whisper, “that the masters of old could bring paintings to life.” In the dim candlelight, Mother would set the inkstick dancing with a gentle twirl of her wrist, and the block would spin until dark pools formed in the inkstone well and held the moon outside our small room captive.
By Lilia5 years ago in Fiction
Resonance
Kat and Bob were looking over the transcript of a recent interview in which Kat had participated. She had initially refused her friend John, saying, “ I can never remember all the details of what I research."
By Katherine D. Graham5 years ago in Fiction
It's Not the End of the World (Chapter 1)
Summary: [Escaped demon Tarnish is just trying to live their life peacefully as a small town reporter. Albeit, a reporter that sometimes has an embarrassing habit of absorbing nearby citizens. Whatever their crimes, they certainly didn't deserve the god of justice smashing into their life with all the decency of a bullet.
By Corwynna5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 18: The Hovel
Ralph's large body shifted and Sarah's eyes opened to a wall of white fur. She tried to wiggle away from Ralph's heavy arm but she could not move the arm from her. Ralph's heaving chest rocked Sarah softly with each breath he took. With a snort and a rumbling snore, he woke himself up. He looked down his snout like nose to see Sarah's dark eyes looking up at him.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Fiction
Damsels
An inviting warm beam pierces through the singular narrow window of the dreary concrete cell, disturbing the peaceful slumber of the inhabitant. Two long legs swing over the edge of the foam mattress and gnarled feet stomp onto the floor with enough force to make the small beam dance against the slate wall. A woman unfurls from her coiled position in the corner stretching her arms over her head. Her fists scrape against the unfinished ceiling causing debris to crumble over her matted brown hair. After extending and cracking her lengthy spine, she slumps over and hugs her growling stomach.
By Genesis Gonzalez5 years ago in Fiction
The Fox's Fire Heart
Silence. Not exactly what you want to hear on top of a mountain. Silence is the eerie sound of death fast approaching. I felt Samson shivering with fear beside me as we heard intruders come through the mountain pass.
By Catherine Guillotte5 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Family
I'm cooking breakfast when my small cabin suddenly starts lifting off the ground. Thankfully, it's made from one of those Amish-built sheds, so it's capable of being lifted without falling apart. Though, as I live in Kansas, I can't help but feel like I'm about to see the Wizard of Oz or something.
By Nate Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Moonrise.
The deafening silence fell over the cold, cracked ground like dry snow. Any sound that dared to make a dent in the earth could be heard for miles. Suddenly, the earth started to move and the dense trees in the forest rumbled in their roots. Out of the dark green brush, Madelyn Danby sprints forcefully towards the clearing. She looks back at the old red barn with the rusted doors and sees her pet owl, Arlo dart into the sky. She takes a deep breath as she sees his ivory feathers paint the night. His sapphire eyes glimmer in the moonlight. It’s almost time. His talons cut through the thin air as he heads towards the clearing. Clasped gently in his beak is the emerald necklace. Even from 50 ft below, Madelyn can still see it shine. She hears the loud footsteps of the two men catching up to her. She doesn’t have much time. Her lungs are on fire and her bare feet are raw from running against the frozen sticks and pine needles that cake the forest floor. “Get her! We can’t let her get away again!” She hears one of the men shout to the other. Time is of the essence. She’s almost to the clearing, but she might not have enough time once she gets there. She could cast a spell, but they aren’t quite close enough. No, it’s too risky. The spell could bounce off something and hit an animal or rebound on her. Madelyn’s long brown hair sticks to her cheeks as she runs for dear life. “1, 2, 3, 4…” She starts counting her steps, counting down until she makes it to the clearing. It’s something her sister, Evelyn does…did.
By Megan C5 years ago in Fiction