Fantasy
Familiar Bonds
When I woke up at three in the morning the moon was still glowing through the curtains of my window casting eerie shadows against my walls, if wasn’t for my heightened vision I would have thought they were monsters coming to get me. To stop me from what I’m about to do, which is run away. I get up quietly from my bed and grab my already packed sack, then the $80,000 that was an unexpected gift left to me from my mother a few weeks after her murder. I also grab my bank card with what I managed to save over the years, then I tiptoe to my window tuning my ears to make sure no one else is around. Opening my window and steping my legs out I allow myself to hang there for a second thinking, whether or not I should do this and, if I can deal with the consequence it will cause from me leaving.
By Selika Richardson5 years ago in Fiction
Witch Air
With a flick of his wrist, Kal sent a small sparkle of blue magic unlocking the door to the air traffic control tower. He quickly scaled the stairs going to the top of the tower, opening the door and stepping inside. He grinned at the two men that were sitting in the tower, both of which would be getting off their shift in a few minutes.
By Alton Modlin5 years ago in Fiction
Sarula Academy
My name is Boris Dracula Sarula today is my first day of school at Sarula Academy. Sarula Academy is a school for vampires and werewolves. At the academy we Learn the basic skills to survive the world such as math and language. Excitingly that is far from all we learn some of our learning consist of using our energy to create elements and regular energy blasts. On the first day of your first year attending the academy you take a test to determine what your main element is. At the academy there at two different student bodies during the day the student body is called the day class they are the werewolves at night, or the night class are the vampires. I am both vampire and werewolf, but I will only be attending the night class.
By Timothy Caesar5 years ago in Fiction
Halloween
The neighborhood is decorated in pumpkins and skeletons. Spiderwebs stretch across porches and over bushes. Everything is in orange, purple, green, and black. There’s a chill in the air, a light breeze tossing the fallen leaves about. The sun is setting, and children are walking down the sidewalk, dressed in a mix of homemade and store-bought costumes.
By Lauren Triola5 years ago in Fiction
Floating Lanterns over the Great Salt Lake
As brine flies picked blue-green algae from Jenna’s toes, she floated on the Great Salt Lake. She kicked away the algae and it slid from her toes. The movement propelled her backward into a flock of seagulls, who cawed and flew away, except one seagull still pecking for brine flies.
By Eileen Davis5 years ago in Fiction
Purveyors
“I’m doing it this year! I’m egging that old house!” “Are you crazy?” The mansion was off limits. There was no reason to play tricks on a house you didn’t even ask for treats. “Come on, Parker. Let’s just go. Miz Harriet gives whole candy bars.” This was probably our last year on the Halloween streets. Our neighbors frowned upon 13-year-olds taking candy from babies.
By M.B. Carter5 years ago in Fiction
A Bit Of ‘Salt’ and ‘Pepper’ In The Magic Cauldron This Halloween
The two Witch’s pugettes ‘Salt’ and ‘Pepper’ live happily in the Cambridge countryside in England with their ‘Vampire Mummy’, ‘Headless Daddy’ and the ‘Devil Toddler’. They live in a cosy little house with a crooked chimney, and a Magic Cauldron lit with fire all year round.
By Lesley Tao5 years ago in Fiction
Just a Man
Just a Man Markus spat out a mouthful of blood, and one of his teeth wanted to follow. Standing with a grunt, he checked himself. Limbs, check. Arteries, check. Bones? A few ribs were out, but nothing that wouldn’t heal on its own. All in all, he had survived.
By Luke M. Curren5 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Bottle
Frank stands alone wearing a cumbersome black overcoat, looking out from the clifftop toward the distant but gathering storm. Feverishly he digs inside the coat pocket for a cigarette, pulling out a half-crumpled pack of Marlboro Lights. Then, tapping the corner of the packet on one palm, he slips out a damaged smoke and shoots it to the side of his mouth, where it shakes between his lips while he flutters the lighter’s flame all around it. Frank inhales deeply, taking a moment to study the encroaching violence, its electricity sparking, splitting clouds.
By harry hogg5 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Bottle, Part Two
Lying restlessly awake, Rosie looks at the clock, 2:15 am. No matter how she tries to rest, her mind is reliving the events of last evening, the bizarre conversation with Frank. She lay on the bed, covers kicked off, going over every minute of their meeting, asking herself, had they ever met? What was familiar about him? She had felt comfortable talking to him, even felt a pull toward him, his craggy, handsome face, hair wild, and yet perfect. Yet, she had to admit that she felt stung by his smile, appearing brightly on one side of his mouth until it widened to his cheekbones, causing his eyes to crease and sparkle in their depths. He was a stranger, walking into an unfamiliar place, displaying an unusual air of confidence and likability. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, in control, and controlling in its tone. Nothing the stranger said made sense; it was all in the telling, entertaining, and genuine. Rosie felt he spoke like a man who had never told a lie in his life.
By harry hogg5 years ago in Fiction
