Fantasy

"You're Heads," She Says. "You're Tails."
As I look out the window at the third floor of the Bingham Building, I can just see another boy falling on the rocks of a rain-soaked highway. Independent, defeated. In shock, perhaps. She has no bags, but she travels permanently. Everything he owns is in his back or in his pockets - a cheap suit, two hundred dollars, and a bus ticket to Topeka.
By F sapkota5 years ago in Fiction
COME UP
At the end of June, Martin's wife disembarked from the harbor behind their house and entered the pool, and never went up again. At the time, Martin was sitting in the yard, reading lazily. He walked past her, smiled shyly, and paddled barefoot down the harbor. As he was already back in his book, he didn't see him dive, he only heard the spread.
By Shreya Poudel5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate
After the bombing and the illness came, when everyone was smashing windows and building barricades without canned goods and refueling old cans, my mother said that old Carter had robbed a candy store.
By A sapkota5 years ago in Fiction
Goldfish
He looked at the golden orange fish swimming in the bowl and carefully examined the wings, scales, large eyes, size. He closed his eyes and threw the fish under the crust of water and pressed a button to water it.
By D sapkota5 years ago in Fiction
The Highwayman Come Riding
His great-grandmother is getting a doctorate in Japanese literature. Granddaughter's great-granddaughter is renewing her marriage to Marjaana Leskinen.
By E sapkota5 years ago in Fiction
The Lion's Hunt: Part 8
Click Here for Part VII or Click Here to Start From the beginning. PART VIII The Kurin soldiers spent the following hours on the elevator platform sleeping in shifts, conversing in small groups, and telling tales of battles won and friends lost. Commander Vyuum filled the time in quiet meditation, wondering what life might have been if there were no war. Thoughts lead back to a family left behind for almost all of their children’s lives. Even the youngest of the three would be fully grown now. Etom' regretted not having the opportunity to teach them to hunt. In Etom's absence, the children's training fell to the mate, Kryn'Vyuum. And though their offspring displayed no genuine talent for the hunt during Etom’s brief times with them, neither did Kryn' for that matter. It was still a valuable life skill that every Kurin needed to have.
By David Riley 5 years ago in Fiction
The Thing In The Fog
On the cusp of unconsciousness, Aunt Millie heard the unmistakable aussie twang of Judith’s voice. “Victoray de reed,” Judith commanded, and the fog receded.
By Karen Eastland 5 years ago in Fiction
In Between
Here in the in between, many souls pass through, but none of them stay. This is merely a weigh station, a place for them to be herded from one world to the next. Limbo, purgatory, whatever you wish to call it, this is a place where no one stays for long. This is not a place where people live.
By Lauren Triola5 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Queen (Part 6)
Finley was leaning against a metal bannister as he watched his little tracking but flash around the screen. He knew they had to wait for it to stop, so they could converge on the Adze’s location but after being touched and how Ciara seemed to dislike him, Finley was more impatient than ever. He just wanted to get it over with and then he can leave but he knew it would look bad if he didn’t finish his first mission. He stared as Vanessa walked over to a large man with a bulbous nose. He was wearing half rimmed glasses and had a keyboard twice as big as a normal one to fit his giant hands. He couldn’t help but wonder is this guy a troll as he’d never met one before. He eyes flicked back to the screen as the dot seemed to stop but after a second it carried on moving. Finley took a deep breath as his mind began to drift. He thought about his life and why he even wanted to be an assassin. ‘It’s not like being a mortal, you don’t have a choice you either are or you’re not a hunter. But I guess us immortals get more options for stuff like this,’ he thought before letting out a deep sigh, he didn’t want to show it but Ciara had really got to him. ‘What would my dad say at a time like this?’ He pondered. Finley closed his eyes gently and heard his father’s voice emanate in his mind, ‘son, if you don’t try you’ll never know. That’s how you was born through a random opportunity.’ He smirked at his dad’s words and it brought him back to the story of how his dad met his mum, and why he was born.
By Dee Jay Kay5 years ago in Fiction
VAINGLORY
1 Back ina day, one evening in January 1970, our hero was sitting at home in his fathers house. Our hero was remarkably bored which was a particularly common occurrence. Our hero is me, Nax, which is short for Nathaxniel. Its my friends that nick-named me Nax although currently I have no friends. The individuals that I used to call my friends are stupid and dumb.
By Nathaniel Ozuski5 years ago in Fiction
OUR ALIEN OVERLORDS
1 Once upon a time and once upon a place in the world there was a man named John who was a writer. John was an especially serious writer which one could tell simply by looking at his room. His antique typewriter sat atop his coffee stained rustic writing table, next to his collection of used coffee mugs. The light from his purposefully vintage filament desk lamp bounced off the edges of his thick rimmed tortoiseshell reading glasses as he sat in his vintage creaking desk chair.
By Nathaniel Ozuski5 years ago in Fiction
A Haunting Promise
The clomp of heavy boots on hard plank floors made my eyes pop open with excitement. I waited for my dad to enter the room and make his waking call. Dad knew he needed me on these nighttime expeditions, but he was hesitant to take me and that seemed to be the case more when I acted eager for the experience.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Fiction