Fantasy
Between the Moon
There are little interplanetary systems that fill with stars on dark and foggy nights. Those of us with magic call them light-holes. The first light-hole I found was between my house, the field behind Mrs. Karney’s house, and the moon. There was a little spot in that triangle of space where no streetlights hit and the stars made their appearance. I called it the “Empty Space,” for the void there on quiet nights. On perfect nights—the nights when the power went out and a storm chased all the clouds away, I would run off to the Empty Space with a blanket, a thermos of hot chocolate, and a little leather journal that kept all my adventures safely hidden away. I would lay wide awake and draw lines in the sky till my eyelids would droop and the stars drew near. Sometime before sunrise the light-hole always opened up. It was always after my eyes closed and before the sun came back. My dreams would fill suddenly with white light and stairs in every direction. I would climb and climb till eventually my head would poke through the clouds and I would find myself in another world.
By Kevin I. Barkman5 years ago in Fiction
Mordred and Dracula
Mordred could see the castle from miles away, a blackish parasite on an already dark landscape. It seemed to lap up the darkness, drinking it in with its mere presence. There was a strange beauty in its grotesqueness. Black clouds swallowed the skies, and were it not for his affinity for darkness he would see nothing at all. Gargoyles covered the towers, made in the form of every horrible thing. Fiend, manticore, chimera, orc, and harpy. Skeletons stood impaled by wooden pikes, faces still in eternal screams. The lord of this castle had dark tastes, a black beauty indeed.
By Zay Aeternum5 years ago in Fiction
Listen
“Listen, well, the Tale of Barkus,” the old wizard said, weaving his magic in the air. Motes of dust and light sprinkled forth from his fingertips, and a fire sprung to life before him. His voice was dry and withered, but eyes were alight with a youthful shine. He beckoned us closer to the fire and waited patiently as we sat ourselves around it.
By Dexter Davison5 years ago in Fiction
Gorgon
Let me tell you a story, a story that happened a long long time ago, in a much different world, a story of a woman cursed. In the days when gods were still worshipped, days when temples were still sacred and to be protected, days when no one seemed to understand. So listen, whoever you may be reading this, for this is the true story of the monster that is Medusa.
By Hannah Ray5 years ago in Fiction
Fresh Off The Boat. V+ Fiction Award Winner.
LA RIOUX, LEGIOLE LA RIOUX, LEGIOLE 21 June 4E93 Andrzej Mlynár could hear the Legiolien border agents from where he hid alongside the cargo in the back of the lorry as they inspected the truck driver’s papers. Everyone remained totally still and silent where they were as the border agents conducted their routine inspection; they were stowed away with a band of gypsies travelling from Alvaria, finally nearing the end of their long journey. Taking refuge within the back of a lorry, the group had initially been travelling from the city of Český-Trenčianske, though they’d switched lorries several times across their journey. They’d spent the greater part of the last week hidden with the cargo-holds of whatever unsupervised lorries they could find between the rest stops on their route to Bree. The back of their current transport was filled up mostly with boxes of various sizes of what they assumed to be furniture, though there was no way of truly knowing as they were labelled in Svanean writing.
By Kelson Hayes5 years ago in Fiction
The Vampire's Sunrise
“They are waiting, Lord Kirnon,” a smooth deep voice announced behind him for the third time in as many hours. He should let them wait, the aged vampire decided. He snorted at the thought, softly so his valet couldn’t hear the sound. When the same excuses were repeated to keep him from stepping away from the large window, it had already been used too often. Kirnon rarely lingered by the window for any reason, out of a need to hunt, to entertain his clan, and out of fear he would linger too long and the sun would rise. Legends hinted that the older the vampire, the less likely they might be killed by the sun. Such stories could be wrong. No vampire he had ever met could say they knew another of their kind older than a millennia, an age he himself was nearing.
By Heather A Mayson5 years ago in Fiction
Rhialla Drin
Rhialla Drin had always been special, born the seventh daughter of a seventh son and reportedly descended from the fey, it seemed hers was to be a charmed life. Her beauty, intelligence and grace were further complimented by a divine singing voice. Yes, everyone said that Rhialla would not only steal the hearts of many a young man, but that she was destined for great things
By Michael Mayr5 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of The Sapphire Dominion: Carter Hart
After fifty years of traveling the world, this was the first time he ever interviewed. Down the road ahead of him were a group of bandits that were beating a merchant to death and robbing his caravan. Not wanting to draw attention to himself the traveler walked by and pretended not to notice” Just keep walking, it’s not your concern” one of the bandits said and so the wanderer did. As soon as he took another step there were screams coming from inside the caravan, it was the merchant’s wife. The bandits continued to beat the merchant as the leader went to rape the wife. The screams and the smell of blood were too much for the traveler to ignore. He could also smell the merchant’s wife was in the early stages of pregnancy do he had to help her. The traveler turned around, quiet and swift as death he began killing every bandit, leaving their leader for last. Inside the caravan, the bandit leader was trying to have his way with the merchant’s wife. She was bruised and her clothes were tattered. Suddenly the leader realized the sound of silence. He stepped outside to see what happened to his men, all that was left was the formally beaten merchant that was now patched up but unconscious. His men all laid dead; some were disemboweled while others had their throats slit. Blood was everywhere.
By Chet Samuels Jr5 years ago in Fiction
The King of the Diamonds
The blue and green tent stood at the bottom of the garden, illuminated from the inside by flashlight. It glowed against the dark bushes. Fireflies looped lazily around it, like specks of gold in the failing dusk. Annabelle's voice drifted across the lawn, 'once upon a time, the land was filled with fairies.' Inside the tent, her older brother, Henry, rolled his eyes. Annabelle looked up from the book in her lap, 'I saw that.’ Henry opened his mouth to retort, but their hound-dog, Moth, nudged the book gently with her nose.
By Lottie Finklaire5 years ago in Fiction
