Fantasy
Bladesong
Narold was the One of the castle’s squires. Positions coveted by youngers who who hoped to find their way into the ranks of The Guard. As an elder squire, he’d been given the job of ferrying the Night Guard’s words to its captain and, when necessary, to the king himself. This early, very early, morning was such a moment.
By Carl Carter5 years ago in Fiction
Shattered
Maggie and I always hung out together, we were best friends and literally inseparable. We lived in a quiet little town and everyone knew everyone. Well, except for the old lady that lived next door. She never left her house hardly and no one really knew her. She would only ever leave her house one night out of the year, and that was on Halloween night. We all thought she was a witch or something.
By Emily Wolfe5 years ago in Fiction
Matured
“They’re here.” I bolt awake with a start. The simple whispered phrase haunting my moons. The glowing white eyes, that after lunars of the repeat occurrence in my dreams, are burned into my psyche. The white eyes of something long dead. Moon after moon. Without fail. I wish I knew what it meant. I wish I knew who those eyes belonged to. Maybe then, I wouldn’t be plagued by them. Maybe then, I could get a decent moon of slumb.
By Pryia Blunt5 years ago in Fiction
The Festival of Beauty
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Mìkala. She was the most beautiful creature anyone had ever seen. From the time she was born, her mother and father and everyone who saw her knew there was something special about her. She seemed almost mystical as she grew into the loveliest, kindest, and wisest person the town had ever known. “How can this be?”, the townspeople asked. Is she a witch?” Finally, after years of pondering her beauty, they decided she was simply beautiful, inside and out. And they thought such beauty should be rewarded. So, they named their little town after her. They called it Mikala’s Village.
By Linda Aubert5 years ago in Fiction
John
There was a handsome tall, dark hair, mysterious man the only thing known about this man is he was the CEO of Scottsdale's most popular nightclub. No one really had a clue where he came from or even really his full name. He always just wetn by the name John never would he really give his full name, or even where he came from. He was reclusive but somehow, he also always attracted the biggest nightclub crowds at his place “From the Grave Night club and Rave”.
By Anastasia Renea 5 years ago in Fiction
Managing Expectations
We met for the first time, we three, in a small, dingy bar in some small town with no name that really mattered, somewhere in Kentucky. When I walked in, he was already there, sitting at a high top, staring at the table and looking nervous. He jumped a little as I sat down, then brought his eyes up to meet mine.
By David James5 years ago in Fiction
An Unexpected Encounter
A disgruntled wind, cold as ice, bit at Rena's exposed skin as she forced her way through knee-deep snow towards the tavern. Thick furs covered her back and head and hands, but they seemed to make no difference against the elements that wormed through whatever gaps they could find. She figured it wouldn't take more than an hour for the storm to take her in its savage clutches.
By Sebastian Russo5 years ago in Fiction
The Love of My Life; A Gift
It was a hot sunny day in a flowery garden. Butterflies are everywhere, various vibrant color of roses too, the chaotic flowers of cosmos and lavenders. The sweet tweet-tweet-tweet of those littlely-tiny humming birds. The music of the waterfalls as it hugs the rocks below it, and the brilliant rays of the sun as it kisses the river.
By Hale Marie5 years ago in Fiction
