Fantasy
The Fairy
What nasty weather! Of course, I picked the short straw to walk the dog. I sighed. The cold autumn wind blew in my face and with it some brown, wrinkled leaves and wet mist. Although I knew the wood behind our house like the inside of my pockets, I felt a little bit lost in this dreich weather.
By Hanna Veers5 years ago in Fiction
THE ENCHANTED LAKE
THE ENCHANTED LAKE Moniquirá was a very quiet town, traditional families lived there. The towns people were very religious and strong believers of all sorts of superstitions. 20 years ago, Maria Antonia, a beloved town girl disappeared. As usual, she went for a walk in the forest to pick some flowers and observe wild creatures, but then she never returned to her house. Though they searched for her, they never found Maria Antonia. Everyone talked and rumored that the lagoon took her away and that’s why the town fold do not allow their children to go to the forest. The tales of this town narrate that in the most beautiful area of the forest, there is an enchanted lagoon which attracts children and takes them away. But these are just rumors of superstitious people. Ever since they tell the story of the child taken away by the enchanted lake.
By Lucia Villamizar5 years ago in Fiction
Wild, The Child and their Warrior
Long raven curls flowed down her back and blew in the wind at the top of the ledge. She stood leaning on a pole of bamboo feeling the impermanence of the moment and reveling in the present. The pole bent slightly underneath her weight, preventing a nasty decent, the tip of the obsidian dagger strapped to her thigh dangled in the wind. She wondered how much longer the child would be.
By Hannah Farrow5 years ago in Fiction
How to Drown
Mother always said I would die with a song in my throat. Marcus, my brother, agreed, but the two of them had very different interpretations of what that meant. Mother recognized my tendencies toward questioning and, at times, disobeying. “Never lose your voice,” she always said. Marcus always just shrugged and said that since I was always humming and making up melodies, he figured I would do so until my dying day.
By Sara Rumrill5 years ago in Fiction
The Hourglass
The Girl sat quietly in the Hourglass. For the past seventy-nine years, all she had done was sit quietly in the Hourglass, for she was Time. She was the latest edition of the woman burdened with being Time. Her sadness kept the humans' clocks in order, so that’s what she had to be. She was nothing but a tool for them that they didn’t even know about. The Girl had never been given a name out of fear that it would make her “too human”, despite the fact that the only difference she had from one of them was that she couldn’t die. Being immortal wasn’t as fun as it had once seemed. Especially when all she could do was sit in the Hourglass and feel the effects of starvation wearing away at her bones, but never being granted the sweet taste of a meal, or the sweet release of death. She wished for death more times than a three hundred and twenty-nine year old should, especially an immortal one. But that was the purpose of Time anyway.
By Tyler Kelly5 years ago in Fiction
The Girl in the Dream
I hated what I turned into when I fell asleep. I looked down at my hands, trembling still. Last night had to be one of my rougher nights. When Mother introduced me to my powers, she never mentioned the mental strain it would cause to further develop them. I was only able to use them unconsciously, in my dreams. It’s a dark world to work in, in the astral realm...one sees things. Every morning I woke up not sure if I could continue on with my work. “If you want to be a vessel of light, you’re going to have to be exposed to the perversions of the world.” My body shook, and I coughed, struggling to hold back the bile in the back of my throat. I swallowed the bile and reached for the glass of the water sitting on my nightstand, I could see small waves forming in the glass, as my hand still shook.
By Christina Jacobs5 years ago in Fiction
Neptune's Tide
“Another day, another dozen tide pools,” Milo said to the scattering arthropods on the freshly exposed beach before him. Dr. Milo Wilson was a marine biologist, specializing in the effects of overfishing on aquatic ecosystems. He was playing in tide pools outside the fishing village of Tarent’s Cove.
By Travis Wellman5 years ago in Fiction
