Fantasy

Souls Adrift
My home is so beautiful at sunrise. The land is at peace. The entire forest, adjacent to the town I’m from, is littered with songs of the birds as the sun's rays pierce through the trees. Most of the animals hide throughout the night & rejoice once they can frolic. Deers, bears, mountain lions, foxes, & all sorts of game live in this beautiful place. The forest is also home to an ancient creature my people have fought for thousands of years. The creature stands about 20 feet tall, has massive wings, & breathes out fire at will. My people, due to living close to this creature, over the centuries became a warrior clan.
By Richard Lee Scruggs III5 years ago in Fiction
The Heeded Call
WHOOO! WHOOO! Every night, I could hear that sound from the dilapidated house down the road. Every night without fail. WHOOO! WHOOO! I sometimes couldn’t sleep at night, hearing that dreaded sound. Some nights it kept me up, some nights it met me up. I can’t say it was actually the owl that was the cause of my insomnia. I remembered as a child my great-grandmother used to say the sound of a barn owl hooting at night was a signal for death. Lord knows I didn’t need any more of that to come my way. With all I had lost in the last year, I wanted to just move forward and life to be the same again.
By Tara Williams5 years ago in Fiction
Dinner Demon
”Hello,” said the demon affably, “I will be your curse for this evenings main course.” “What,” I stammered, quick on the uptake. “I am quite sure I ordered all my wishes granted with a side order of affluenza,” I finished, trying to hide from the demon behind my napkin.
By Richard Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 17: The Boarding School
Marcus laid in his bed as the sun rose. Another day at the hands of the nuns was not something he was looking forward to. He pulled on his trousers and shirt. The snow was lofting down and landed on the branches of the evergreens outside. He laced up his worn out shoes and went to find Jade so he could start his daily chores.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Fiction
Looking into the Abyss
Night had usually come in long wisps of pastel. Tangerine and salmon bleeding together until they fell away into dusty rose and, finally, the deep indigo-black of the ocean. Night had usually come in on the soft rush of waves, the wind carrying in a fine spray that glittered beneath the street lights. Night had usually come in like a dream. But not that night.
By Shaw5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 15: The Council
The night was full of activity at the cabin. The boys sat near the fire as they listened to the adults talking at the table. The wind had lessened and the snow had stopped once Sarah and Ralph ran into the forest. The Yeti's were in pursuit of the beast pushing him in the opposite direction of Ralph's and Sarah's trail. Jack arrived and Jamison greeted him at the door.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Fiction
The Dead Body in the Hotel Room
It was May 1, 2020. A hotel security officer of the Cohen Hotel in Orlando knocked on the door of room 362. The guest in the room was supposed to check out of the room that morning at 11:00 AM. There was no answer at the door, but the television was on. It could be heard through the door. The security guard knocked on the door again, a little louder. Still, no answer.
By Marcus F Miller5 years ago in Fiction
A Mystical Night
Running wild through the forest for the first time, breaking free from the human chains that held her for so long for all those years. Ebony was free. Shackles cracked open, as her ankles felt the sunshine warming them like never before and her breathtaking wings opened out like the floodgates of life, unfolding her natural born gifts, exposing her inner light that had been in darkness all her life, uncrumpling the dusty flight into eternity.
By Rebecca Malins5 years ago in Fiction
Reaper and the Owls
Reaper and the Owls Jumping from shadow to shadow, a lone dark figure makes its way across the field to a nearby barn. Inside the structure darkness pervades, allowing the Grim Reaper a place of refuge. Two thousand years of skulking in the shadows, taking souls and ending lives has become a burden he can no longer carry. The barn is filled with equipment. Tractors, saws, and axes. Implements of a B grade horror film waiting to be filmed. The Reaper stares at the farm implements and ponders to the darkness.
By Kipp Martines5 years ago in Fiction
The Private Lives of Werewolves, Pt. 2
After Sevora and Aindrias went to grab something to eat in the area, a mournful silence descended over the Sobel home, though Lucien always knew where Jace was in the house with the sound of his heartbeat. Sevora let Lucien and Jace know that, for the first two weeks, Jace would not be able to visit Lucien at the Bridgebane Chalet. Spouses tended to hover while their counterparts were settling in with the pack, and it added unneeded stress for the newborn. Lucien could understand that, just like he understood why Sevora and Aindrias were taking so long to get their food—they were giving him and Jace time to talk and say their goodbyes.
By C. N. McKinnie5 years ago in Fiction
In Vino Victoria
What she could have said, given a flash of inspiration — what Acacia might have wished she had said — was something along the lines of: “Give me the unusual, bartender.” Not merely to distinguish herself by not citing a moth-eaten cliché, but because she needed to wander off the marked trail on that warm spring evening in Denver, Colorado.
By Eric Wolf5 years ago in Fiction
Of the earth
We have a choice to make. It is a decision that will infinitely change the course of direction you are traveling. It doesn't have to be a conscious choice and in that the system tears us apart. Those chosen must rise. Those who refuse the third eye are betrayed by the enemies behind the smoke screens and deceiving mirrors. The power is within the choice. The power is within all the answers that will always remain inside.
By Samuel Bitner5 years ago in Fiction