Fantasy

A Bolt of Red Tafetta
The rich, crisp red cloth moved under her fingers, shot with two tones of color - rose red and a fiery scarlet - so it appeared almost to be a flame when it moved in the light. Under the lamps of the tailors workshop, it moved like a river rustling material. What a dress it would make for a ball, Mary thought as she unrolled it once to look at it while she was alone and her employers were at asleep. Deft at filling in the account books and sleight of hand at removing this and that from the business, she could quietly take buttons, threads and small off cuts of pieces to make things for people who came to her after hours where she lived. But this would be at least one bolt, ‘just once’ she thought - ‘just once, I’ll take it just once’. The roll unraveled before her and flipped out on the table, the very last of it left over from another dress. One gas lamp petered out and the room went dark. Mary blew out the candle by her side and hurriedly folded the cloth into her sewing bag.
By C.A.H.5 years ago in Fiction
True Meaning - Part 3
“Hey, Jason? Right?” I grabbed the bowel behind him and pulled the level for the fruity puffs. “Yeah, the RA for your dorm hall. How was the rest of the night?” He was piling on the eggs that looked like they had more cheese in them than unpasteurized goats' milk.
By Piper Curran5 years ago in Fiction
Rebirth
"Dark Mother..." It hurt. I'm no stranger to pain, but there is something extra special about six bullets to the chest. Somehow, I had managed to be grazed by all but two. But those two...damn, they got me good.
By Dante Cross5 years ago in Fiction
Wrath of Night Chapter 5
INT. KINCAID'S CAR - PRESENT DAY - NIGHT Kincaid is driving with James. Kincaid speaks, "And that's been my life for the past forty years. Finding and killing monsters, demons, sorcerers -- everything you were always afraid was under your bed, but hoped wasn't real. Now I'm here, in LA. Hell has taken over the City of Angels, and it's up to us to stop it."
By Alex Kincaid5 years ago in Fiction
Star: The Brave Little Moon Otter
The snow fell silently outside the window, but the night was anything but peaceful as Little Tommy hid under his covers. He was only six years old, and he was having the worst time falling asleep on nights like tonight. Most people would have blamed it on the fact that he was new to town or on the fact that his parents were trying to get him into the habit of sleeping in his own room. However, as the night grew darker, the truth behind his hesitance to fall asleep drew closer and closer.
By Skye Moon5 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
I had heard the whole thing. Colin was to ask for my sister’s hand? And Gabriella was actually going to go through with it? What in heavens name was wrong with the world? I left the stables shaking my head. Colin had coaxed my sister into a lot of things, but this? This was absurd. “What’s troubling you my lady?” I heard a voice ask.
By Kimmie Hite5 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
When Zaria had told me and Gabby that mama was to marry us off at court I was happy because I would finally get a chance to find someone to take daddy’s place as my provider, but yet sad because if I did find someone I would have to say bye to my sisters. Although I seemed isolated from them, I loved them, I just didn’t know how to get that through to them without getting hurt again. The last person I told I loved abandoned me when I needed him the most.
By Kimmie Hite5 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
How in the world mami got the money to buy me, Zaria, and Izzy new clothes for court I would probably never know. The dresses she bought were highly stylish which meant they were very expensive. “Mami where did you get the money to buy these dresses?” I asked as the servants assigned to me by Colin helped me into my dress.
By Kimmie Hite5 years ago in Fiction
It Was The Same Bus I Got Onto Everyday But That Day As I Sat down, I Sensed Something Was Different
The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. Bathed in the light of the sun the moon just turned out to be even more beautiful than the stars. I hurried out from my friend's birthday party as it was my time to go home and to prepare myself for the tests that was impending on me. As the night descended, while I was walking to the bus stop a deafening silence occurred in the streets and the atmosphere took a sinister turn. Shadows started to dance in the open field and then instantaneously the occasional barking of the faraway dogs broke the silence of the night. I reached the bus stop and then suddenly there was a deafening BANG and I threw up my hands to shield my eyes against a sudden blinding light. With a yell, I rolled back onto the pavement, just in time. A seconds later, a gigantic pair of wheels and headlights had screeched to a halt exactly where I was standing motionlessly.
By Mubassira Mahatab5 years ago in Fiction
How I Got My Powers
Hey my name's Kevin . As you can see in the cover im a lightskin dreadhead standing at 6'3. Now I know I don't look the most thrilled but I'm really hype about unlocking my abilities. Its just that the way i got my abilities and the way they kinda counteract each other is pretty weird.
By Keifer Andrus5 years ago in Fiction
The Beauty Who Chose the Beast
Aimory paced about his room, alternating between raking his fingers through his hair and gnawing at a callus on his thumb. He was 30 years old today. He awoke to the breakfast bells, but always thought he’d be awakened on his 30th name day by the shouts of his young children as they burst into his bed-chamber, racing to see who could wish him a happy name-day first. He always thought he’d go to his name day breakfast with his wife, who has become a trusted partner, a beloved companion, and his closest friend. But those dreams are just that: Dreams. All because his father decided to be the first king in almost 1,000 years to refuse to carry out the Passing of Power process.
By Amanda Wilson5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 10: Chavo’s Story
Slurps of tea were heard as a plate of cookies floated from person to person. Markus set a few more logs on the fire causing the fire to spirt crackling noise. The moment was calming as the sage kept burning in the center of the table to assist in calming the assembled group.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Fiction