Fantasy

Wrath of Night Chapter 3
EXT. STREET - DAY New York City, 1975 Kincaid narrates a flashback. He speaks, "The year was 1975. I was working as a homicide detective for the NYPD."
By Alex Kincaid5 years ago in Fiction
No Need For Sleep
I was walking to room 1,204 which was odd because this hotel was only about 6 stories high and the numbers in the hall went by 100's I was lost for a while until I took a left turn at the red mirror sitting alone on the wall. I wasn't sure how I knew about the red mirror, or why It felt familiar to me but I followed my intuition and to my surprise I was on the floor of the thousands.. Where did it come from, how, I was about shook because it seemed as if it had came out of no where, like if I just went through some portal and landed on the other side. Whatever, I kept on walking until I found room 1,204. I was about to knock but right before I did the door opened itself I thought someone was behind it, but the room looked empty. "Hello? Is anyone here? I was told to come here?" Nothing, it was empty and the echo of my voice was a bit weary.
By Maria D5 years ago in Fiction
Choices
... When one tries to distill facts from grandeur in stories of the Seeress, a startling revelation starts to become clear: Not all instances have a good choice…
By Patrick S. Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Dancing in the Weeds
They walked into a quiet hovel, mouth dry and eyes weary. There we no frills. No bells and whistles. The establishment if it could be called that was bare bones and they appreciated that. They looked around and found there were empty benches and chairs scattered through out the room. The walls were once a light gray but now yellowed with age and remnants of old ink. The floors were a type of wood but sank in places from years of improper care. There were end tables of formica and particle board that crumbled in the slightly damp atmosphere.
By Bianca Hubbard5 years ago in Fiction
Dedicated (Chapter 1)
Derren sipped his coffee and tilted his head toward the sun, letting his gaze slide over the top of the newspaper held before him.
By T.J. Samek5 years ago in Fiction
Night Raven
Tonight holds nothing new to surprise, like a reoccurring nightmare lost inside a dulled lullaby. This is for a thrill or the lack thereof as either will suffice, for in this moment it's about the suspense of something that may excite.
By Gypsy.5 years ago in Fiction
Entity, Entropy, Ennui
I’m a restless heathen pacing the corridors of my mind. I’m a greying teenager wanting to forgo responsibility for role-playing and fantasy. I’m my own comic book character, and I’m stuck in the clutches of my arch nemesis, whose name, he has claimed, is Mundanity.
By Houston Southard5 years ago in Fiction
Wonderfully Wicked
Four years ago. Fifteen year old Everest sits on top of the grassy restful hill, watching his father's village and the green nature around him. He picks at the grass beneath, twirling the few pieces in between his rich chocolate fingers. He inhales the sweet aroma of the jasmine filled air, he's always adored the scent that filled that part of the kingdom. He closes his eyes and lets the spring breeze flow around him.
By Katie Beth5 years ago in Fiction
Aurora
Chapter 3 Forced into a coma-like state, Atticus finds himself trapped in his memories. He's sent back to his life before he met Artemis, a life of darkness, a time of survival.
By Cody Adams5 years ago in Fiction
Skinz (1-3)
Content Warning: Violence, Strong language, Detailed Gore This story has nothing to do with religion of any kind Here's my story.
By Devin 5 years ago in Fiction
A Wizard Fights Alone
We weren’t ready for this! If this wasn’t the epitome of irony, then I don’t know what was. All of us wanted adventure so badly, but neither of us understood how deadly it could become. Everything rested on my shoulders. What could go wrong? Besides everything? If I didn’t do something, my friends would die.
By Matthew Angelo5 years ago in Fiction
Wrath of Night Chapter 2
INT. KINCAID'S CAR - NIGHT Kincaid and James ride silently, as they drive past a squadron of police cars — sirens blaring, headed toward the hospital.
By Alex Kincaid5 years ago in Fiction