Fantasy

Angel Wings and Death's Embrace
Madame Cybelle shuffled her deck of tarot cards, their edges were gilded but worn from years of use and handling. The fortune teller wore a thick veil that obscured her face but I pictured her in my head. I imagined her wise old face lined with wrinkles and her thin lips pressed in a hard line. Candles flickered around us casting shadows along the tent walls. My mind conjured images of terrifying creatures and shadow monsters coming to take me away as if I didn’t belong here but instead elsewhere. I swallowed nervously as I tried to clear my head of unpleasant thoughts but the silence made it hard. Madame Cybelle had not uttered a word since I stepped into her tent, into her world of fortunes and fates. Her deafening silence and the flickering candlelight gave one an unsettled feeling and I grew more and more anxious as the seconds ticked by.
By Jessica Burns Piraino5 years ago in Fiction
Fate & Feathers
The bizarre bird had outlived everyone in the town for centuries, then again, it was sometimes difficult to separate fact from fiction when it came to Drudgeville’s most curious oddity. That hadn’t stopped me from trying though, I’d been just as obsessed with the myths and legends as I was with the facts, even before I inherited the huge Macaw and the minor celebrity that came with it.
By Stace Oddity5 years ago in Fiction
Sins of the Past
The urban dictionary would describe love as an intense feeling of deep affection that goes beyond mere physical attraction. Romantics, those rare optimists in society who believe in the natural goodness of human beings, would turn to the fairy tales read to us as children for a definition of love. They would describe true love as a series of moments and heart-felt emotions that cause one to be consumed with a new meaning to existence. In other words, love is supposedly a feeling of hope, passion, understanding and beauty. However, when love fails to protect you in your younger years as a child- it renders you incapable of feeling any such emotion as an adult. How can a child raised in darkness and sacrilege fall in love with any such being when she was taught to deny all feelings?
By Sammy5 years ago in Fiction
John Lewis Christmas ad for 2021
Surprising Guest John Lewis' anticipated Christmas commercial for 2021 has been revealed. Nathan, a little child who watches a UFO crash in a nearby forest, is the protagonist of this touching ad. Upon arriving, he meets Skye, an alien eager to learn more about the Christmas season.
By Hussain Soomro 5 years ago in Fiction
A bird's secret
Everything around Alaura was so bright and beautiful. The air around her was warm and comfortable. She stared in awe as she walked along the rainforest glancing up into the trees and the rock side as blue, yellow, and red feathers filled the sky. A sense of security filled the young girl as she started to run through the forest as feathers began to sprout all over her body, her arms changing into wings as her body shrunk to the size of the rest of the macaws.
By Jessica Randall5 years ago in Fiction
Fowl Language
Dew droplets on the highest branches shimmered in the rising sun, which soon evaporated into swirls of steam. As the western wind swept up the sand, the steam and wind circled in lazy funnels, disturbing nesting macaws and parrots. One pair of scarlet macaws, Indigo and Crimson, batted their eyelids against the sand.
By Eileen Davis5 years ago in Fiction
The Warrior
The symphony of battle echoes low from the outside into the hall: explosions, scattered gunfire, clanks of metal, horse and engines revving. The woman marches down the hall like a hunter in the woods. She reaches the end of the hall to her personal party room, the smell of wine, beer, candles seep out. She enters scanning the room like a vulture for roadkill. The fireplace still lit and the electric lanterns still on and candles scattered about. She scans the room,
By Xavier Martinez5 years ago in Fiction
Forevermore the blue ghost
Have you ever seen a ghost? Do you ever talk to the ghost and if you do, do people just think your plum crazy. I know I’m crazy and I see ghost. I see them out of the corner of my eyes. I’ll see a head , legs or a full body just for a second. These sightings drive me crazy because I question myself and I think did I just seem what I saw. But this ghost that’s haunting me at night is talking. He sometimes calls out hey good looking what you doing? He’ll say hello. I’ll say hello. I won’t dare go over to the window where he hangs out because I’m not sure if I can accept what I’ll see.
By Rhonda Reagan Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Rainbow in Flight
Somewhere in our past: Sunlight speared through the leaves of the palm leaves from all Aguaje palm trees lining the edge of the grove. Here in the jungle with no name except to the locals, the trees were ripe with their fruit, which brought his children to the trees. He stood looking up into the sky towards the top of the palms past the heavy hanging fruit. The sky was filled with bits of rainbow, as he had always intended.
By Shardvixen5 years ago in Fiction
Everything is Magic
It was rumored the old woman was a witch and a witch was exactly what was needed. The child’s mother was sick and nothing else could be done to save her. The little girl was terrified as the wandered the path through the wood, but she was determined. Her father had told her to stay out of the wood since it was dangerous. There were animals in the woods that could kill her. Snakes. Wolves. Bears.
By Susan Lang5 years ago in Fiction
The Scent of Decaying Flowers
Everyone knew that the lady that lived in the house at the end of the street was a witch. Mothers would pull their children closer to their sides when they passed, and soldiers often lingered as though contemplating whether slaying this figure would bring peace to their village. On days where she ventured out into the forest to gather supplies for her potions, the roads into and out of Minara would be eerily silent and bare.
By Robin Laurinec5 years ago in Fiction
Lyric's Lessons in Magic And Mayhem Part Two
When you contacted me, and sent me that video, I freaked out. I was not okay at all. For one thing, I try very hard to make my interventions untraceable. I don't want these things knowing who I am, or where to find me. For another thing, the fact that you made it out of there with that evidence shocked me. They tend to do a decent job with clean-up, if you know what I mean. It took me three days to decide I would respond, and several more to actually do so.
By L R Croft5 years ago in Fiction