Fantasy

Adventures of Era-Davos
We travel along the road. Dusty and dirty and not much foot traffic around recently. "Lillian, are we close yet?" Rasuran asks.
By Aiden Klimov5 years ago in Fiction
The Ravenous War
“When Yanauluha was alive they would never dare challenge us!” Baskara roared to an angry room. “Baskara! Do not speak words of war! We have no control over the Ravens but can only control ourselves.” Kai yelled over Baskara’s deep voice. The room silences and take as audience to Kai standing up. “Brothers and sisters, We are all mourning the loss of Yanauluha across the world but we must honor his name by not becoming ravenous monsters…” a voice from the crowd interrupts “But why has the carrier of winter waged war upon us? We have done nothing but bring the harvests of what they destroy. We bring color to the world after they have cleansed. This is too dark of a cleansing to the land. The humans will barely survive and what of us. I like the heat and not the cold.” The room fills up with a cacophony of caws all in agreement. “Settle down!” Kai states sternly. Another voice from the crowd yells “I hear they are also the at war with the Cecaelian Queen Aliyah of Taawa Kuuyi river. Maybe we should start an alliance.” Kai’s patience has waned “SILENCE!”. The cawing calls to a silence echoing in the chambers. Kai waves her hand to dismiss the crowd that disperses into mumbling down the corridors.
By Cadma5 years ago in Fiction
Trust and Betrayal: Death is only the Beginning
“You however smear me with lies; you are worthless physicians, all of you!” (Job 13:4) Note: All the events written in this book are fiction. Any mention of actual persons or places are purely coincidental.
By Jonathan Spain-Collins5 years ago in Fiction
The Return
I am not supposed to be here. This…is wrong. My lungs do not inflate. I have no breath. My heart is shrunken. It does not beat.
By Lauren Triola5 years ago in Fiction
Ciaran and the Peninsula of Plenty
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, and there weren’t always trolls on the Peninsula. Ciaran sat on a round, flat stone flipping a golden coin. His favorite sitting stone sat at the southern tip of the Peninsula of Plenty, at the point two rivers, Troll Brook and Mink Creek, met the ocean. The sun was setting over the ocean to his right. As he looked out at the ocean south of his favorite rock on the cliff, the oranges, pinks, and purples were shimmering off the gold coin flipping through the air. As Ciaran flipped the coin another time, a shadow blocked out the beautiful sunlight. A gray-skinned troll with brown vest and pants had come up on Ciaran, trying to catch him unaware. Its short dagger and menacing smile would have intimidated many normal humans, and other than a coin-shaped birthmark on his left shoulder, Ciaran was a normal human. However, his life had been affected by trolls before, and his birthmark lent him an extraordinary skill. As he caught the coin, he flipped it much higher in the air. The troll could not help but follow the coin with its eyes. Ciaran pulled a second coin from his pocket and threw it, striking the troll between its two eyes that were still focusing up at the coin. The coin hit the troll with such force that it killed him. Ciaran deftly caught the coin that was falling from the sky and went to retrieve the other one. Casting one last cold look at the corpse, he walked out of the clearing and back into Larchcorn Forest.
By Noah Glenn5 years ago in Fiction
From Light to Dark
She felt an urge for a bowl of apples, although she knew the fruit was forbidden on the Holydays, Eve had eaten the apple. The bowl of apples needed to float out of her vision of desire.
By Antoinette L Brey5 years ago in Fiction
Sleeping Dragon
The tiny girl walked along the edge of the silent water. It was early, too early for most folks to be up, but Tina was always up before dawn and no matter how hard they tried her parents could not teach her to sleep late. So, they resorted to a tracing device inside her shoes. This vacation Tina slipped out every morning and walked the shoreline of the lake seeking adventure. Every other morning, she had to settle for the small frogs, fish, or occasional turtle to give her something to talk about.
By Gayle5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Lady in the Field
I remembered the house from my youth. Traveling north on the interstate to visit relatives, I would watch eagerly for it from the backseat of my parents' old station wagon, anticipation growing with each mile closer to Lexington. Was it still there?
By Rebecca McKeehan5 years ago in Fiction
The Wedding Bouquet
Pink skies blind my eyes. Yellow seas splash my knees, and I wish the lady getting married was me. Not to the groom of course. For years I had been alone. I wanted someone strong and supportive to hold, and help me forge my way down the road.
By Antoinette L Brey5 years ago in Fiction
The Witch, The Curse, and Time Traveler. Top Story - October 2021.
“We’re going to watch her burn, right?” Brennan knew the man in the green suit was fidgety, eager to watch the trial proceed, but he kept his voice low and calm as he spoke to the huddled tourists. “In a moment, they will bring the accused woman out. While no one from this time can hear or see you, please accord your fellow travelers some respect and speak only when necessary.”
By Sandi Parsons5 years ago in Fiction
Sacra Mortem
-Oriana My mind was silent, my senses heightened, I was in my own little reverie. Surrounded by dimming light in the distance, I could hear rhythmic droplets in it, and a light breeze picking up. I could feel everything melding together, in their own little pockets; like another set of chakras.
By Ria 5 years ago in Fiction
One Cold Night
“Don’t go,” murmured the husband, laying a weighted hand on her shoulder. He might have kept her there, pulled her back from the door, had it been even one degree colder. The blustering wind howled then, shaking the glass in the windowpanes. He arched his eyebrow, as if it had proved his point. The wife ducked out from his grasp, plopping herself on the floor to pull on the thick woolen socks.
By Claudia Neaves5 years ago in Fiction