Fantasy
Connor and the Cloud
Connor pushed through the tangled sea-grass, breathing hard, and stood facing the waves. A fallen tree lay beside him on the beach, its limbs bleached and broken. He climbed its massive trunk and pulled off his hat, wanting to feel the full punch of the wind.
By Isla Wilde5 years ago in Fiction
Celia and the Stream
Celia ran through the grass, a kitten in her pocket and a great, dark dog at her heels, stirring the fragrance of the purple flowers that bloomed beneath her feet. She jumped over the ditch bank, sliding barefoot down the barrow, and crept into her thinking place; a hollow in the brambles with a moss carpet on which to dream.
By Isla Wilde5 years ago in Fiction
The Murmuring Sea
I rest my weary feet on the smooth stones that lie beside the Murmuring Sea. The tide is low. The stones are silent. A kelp forest drifts sleepily back and forth beyond the damp shoreline. I can feel animals and magai watching me from behind its thick fronds.
By Isla Wilde5 years ago in Fiction
A Curse to Break
The dragon released one last trembling breath, eyes sliding shut for the last time. The boy releases his sword, taking a stumbling step away from the dragon, horror, relief, and grief all mixing in his expression. The woman steps forward, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. She calmly studies the dead dragon, the dark crimson slowly flowing over its white scales to feed the growing pool on the ground, something like grim satisfaction glinting in her eyes.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
Tears of Joyous Creation
Part One: In the beginning, there was a great expanse of blank space within the heavens, and the king of the gods found himself quite lonely. It was within this solitude that he birthed an idea to create for himself beings, which were smaller than he, but just as magnificent. The sentiment within his heart at this idea caused a sensation he had never felt before and so Echiel, the king of the elven gods, was the first to express such of the entire heavenly host. Only five tears were shed, but each tear was different than the one preceding it. The first tear was clear blue, and could easily be identified as the natural tear that humans are known to release when they experience an emotional catalyst. It was his five tears that brought the very existence of Valisa, and her peoples to life. That first tear brought forth the waters that would eventually be shaping into the seas that surrounded the entirety of the country. The second tear was a single drop of mud that would later become the earth, and landmasses of the elven utopia known as Valisa.
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
The Disappearance of the Oracle Daughter
On a bright and sunny day in the middle of June, the youngest of the Tamira Twins was born and she was called Essence Solstyce Tamira. At the time of Essence’s birth, it was noted that she had distinct tribal markings which ran the from the nape of her neck down her spine until meeting their end at the swell of her back. These tell-tale markings were a sign from the gods that Essence was born with a purpose that made her special. A gift that few elves in Tamira had ever been blessed with. The markings were easily recognized as those of an Oracle, a rare elf who could prophesy, and foretell the future.
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
History Mustn't Repeat Itself
Delaehla: Imogen Simone Boehm was born on April 12th 1929, the German child had been the first, and only daughter to the Maximilian Theodore Degen, however she was the illegitimate bastard of a love affair with an actress named Magdalene Bianca Boehm, a famous German opera singer during the height of the Third Reich. Imogen's father was a renown scientist who was a part of the esteemed Deutsche Physik scientists. Imogen lived a tumultuous existence, and the girl often had to remain hidden from her mother's countless suitors, and sordid love affairs. It was with some degree of luck that at age 13 her mother happened upon one gentlemen who found that the young Imogen was quite the pretty young lady, and could soon follow in her mother's footsteps. Magdalene, however, was a slightly unstable woman mentally whom had come to rely heavily upon methamphetamines, and Russian Vodka. Upon hearing that her daughter might be on the up-and-coming she grew very envious and began shouting accusations, and insinuations at Imogen. It was her belief that girl must be trying to win over or steal away her attentions. Magdalene was a notoriously vain woman, and insanely jealous when need be. Even towards her own daughters.
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Embers of Ecstasy
Prologue: Spell Crafting Revelation Whoosh! An arctic wind fluttered across the landscape, lifting fallen leaves in a swirl that carried them in a dancing motion across the village yard. It was an eerie sort of morn, the sort that caused chill bumps to rise upon one’s arms. And surely, the few villagers who were awake at this early hour understood that a change was coming with those Autumnal winds – a change that meant the death of most things and a deep hibernation for all others. And yet one particular woman with intoxicating cerulean eyes peered from her cabin with a deadly expression etched within her flawless visage. So utterly beautiful and with a name of equal beauty. Rumored to be one of the fairest in all the village, Rhiannon was destined to be a great Queen, but pagan beliefs were well on the outs with the advent of the Christian mission – destroying so much of her culture and that of her people, that Rhiannon opted for the sweet name that fell from her lover’s lips on such an icy day,
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Shard of Damilla
“Alec, hurry!” I rubbed my sweaty palms onto my trousers, my heart climbing into my throat. “I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying! This is not as easy as it looks!” Alec exclaimed as his fingers nimbly fished a pick into the lock on the chest. I scanned the cave around us, my very breath seeming to echo off the damp walls. All was silent—until the clucking of horse hooves pounded from the way we had come. The Ogarians—they’ve found us.
By Katelyn Hunt5 years ago in Fiction
