Fantasy
The Vase of Ice Holding Flowers, Frozen Forever Fresh
Prince Llewellyn stopped to wipe the sweat glistening off his brow and tug at his normally silky jet black hair clinging to his neck and cheeks. His life-long best friend, betrothed, and beloved, Zoe, twisted around when she realized he was no longer in step behind her. Seeing his ruddy cheeks and disheveled tunic, she let out a little giggle.
By Amanda Wilson5 years ago in Fiction
The Ritual
Scarlett, beautiful young witch extraordinaire, sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace in the small house where she lived with her parents. She was covered only by an ancient blanket her great-grandmother had woven. She was staring into a dying fire, counting her breaths. When she reached five hundred, she stopped and turned around.
By David Berger5 years ago in Fiction
Family Ties
The sun was just about to set as he rode towards the settlement. It had been a long ride for both him and his horse and they both could do with the rest. He paused at the treeline and looked down on the 40 or so wooden cabins neatly arranged with a stream cutting across the the northern side of the clearing.
By Luke Foster5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Friar’s Tale
The old friar walked using his staff for support. Truth be told, he did not want to reach his destination, as he fought back tears, he knew this was to be possibly the hardest journey of his life. However the woman at his side would not allow him to slow his pace, let alone stop.
By Michael Mayr5 years ago in Fiction
Man From The Shadows. Content Warning.
Man From The Shadows Olive cracked open the door of the rundown shack where she and Beth, her younger sister, were hiding. The air that rushed in was cold and crisp, carrying with it the subtle warning of doom. An eerie fog hung thick and low over the cobblestone road that ran past the rickety old dwelling. Weeds forced their way through the cracks, but showed no sign that the Dark Elves of Evrade had been pursuing them. She knew differently, though. For the better part of six months, they had been running. There was something in the air, though; the energy of the night was more electric somehow. She could still feel the threat that pressed in on them, but there was something different as well. She narrowed her eyes to try to see beyond the shadows.
By Valdeara Wallberg5 years ago in Fiction
Nourished by the Moon
She slipped through the back screen door into the darkness of the lush tropical garden leading to the center space where the true face of the moon was being revealed. Goddess Luna was beckoning her for another song tonight… she sensed her feet moving forward in small steps as they deeply enjoyed the warmth of red Mexican tiles wrapping around the curvature of the saltwater pool under the tall mimosa tree. A great silence enveloped her entire body.
By Cezarina Trone5 years ago in Fiction
The Accused
In the cold dreary night I was taken from my bed, ripped from my dreams, I screamed in agony. “What is this intrusion?!” “You, Audrey Sybil, are hereby charged with witchcraft, and you are to be put on trial.” the guard said, struggling to keep me contained. My fathers look was fearful, it was as though he had seen a ghost.
By Isabella Ciampa5 years ago in Fiction
The Reaper's Redemption
The boy was young and beautiful. His skin was milk white, which contrasted with his shiny raven-black locks. Big clear, ice-blue orbs that mesmerized all who looked into them regarded the world from his rosy-cheeked angelic face. It was as if the fairytale Snow White had stepped from page or film and entered our world as a boy of barely eight years. Yes indeed, everyone said that many smitten young ladies would fall for the beautiful boy in years to come.
By Michael Mayr5 years ago in Fiction
