Fantasy

A Glitch in the Distributer
Gina’s new dorm mate had golden skin and eyes like emeralds. Her name was Karfa. She was extraordinarily good-natured and kind. Her good nature communicated itself through Gina, until she began to act the same as her. Always seen together, avoiding the other students, sitting quietly, talking. They were interested each in how the other lived and what past experience they could draw upon to cast relevance in the present.
By Charles Turner5 years ago in Fiction
When dreams come true
CHAPTER THREE “Jayne, I have an idea - I'd like to write a story about what's happening to you. I've mentioned that I joined this online writing group called Vocal and they encourage writers with many challenging contests. I would love to include your transformation into a story. Would you mind if I did?”
By Jan Portugal5 years ago in Fiction
How To Slay A Dragon
1. First, you must decide with absolute certainty that you wish to undertake your quest. Qualms may result in death. 2. Dress for the occasion. Perhaps a sturdy wardrobe made of flame retardant material would be the best choice (you may think this is obvious, but heroes are not always the most logical breed).
By Rebecca Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Dream Diary
I decided to keep a diary of my dreams. They seem to have become more visual, more real, as if they are coming alive. Sometimes it even feels like i'm right there when everything is happening, and lately it's like they feel me too.
By Maria D5 years ago in Fiction
My Clan: Chapter four
BY THE TIME I reached the Castle again, I can see that Phoenix’s smile has soured to a sneer. His eyes are bloodshot and Obsidian looks worried. That at least is good news. Crimson arrives just before me, his wings tucked behind his back.
By And I am Nightmare5 years ago in Fiction
The Fall of Marza
The light on the horizon was not sunlight. Arturo had run down the rocky coastline towards the sea from the watchtowers as the ships came in. Not one, not two. A whole damn fleet.
By Kit Olsen5 years ago in Fiction
A Twist of Time
The day was a formidable one at best with the downpour of rain and the occasional streaks of lighting that stretched across the expanse of the skies as well as the ominous rolls of thunder. Looking out the large window that practically covered the entire wall of one side of the den, Piper yawned and relaxed, sinking deeper into the cushions of the comfy sofa, the book she was reading perched on her chest. It was such a dreary day that she could not help feeling sleepy yet again even though she’d slept later than usual that morning.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Fiction
Red Visits Grandma
When she walked down the trail it appears she was not aware of the danger that could await her. Her blazing red hair blew in the wind as though it was singing a song. Each step she took was effortless in its stride. As she hummed the birds seem to sing merrily along with her. All was well with her however not in the world. Just around the bend there was trouble the type you cannot described. A dark time was just ahead of her and she would need all of the strength she had inside to survive.
By Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer5 years ago in Fiction
The Flight of Lady Susan
“You cannot possibly force me into this marriage,” Frederica Vernon quietly told her sorcerous mother. “You have no leverage over me.”
By Deanna Grey5 years ago in Fiction
Wards Against the Witch
Dew clung to their boots and the hems of their dresses and petticoats as Frederica Vernon and her aunt, Mrs Catherine Vernon, walked around from the stables after their morning ride. Exercise in the fresh morning air had been such a relief to Frederica. She had lately spent too much time confined indoors, guarded and stifled by her mother's spells.
By Deanna Grey5 years ago in Fiction
In the Clutches of Lady Susan
It was one of those bleary-eyed hours where the shadows are at their deepest. The only people on the streets were libertines who still hadn’t gone to bed yet, and Miss Frederica Vernon.
By Deanna Grey5 years ago in Fiction
Welcome to Cloverleaf Orphanage
According to a study conducted during the First World War, having grown up in a rural area was the best indicator that a soldier would excel in a military setting. To measure the tendency to excel, the study tracked the reported mental health of the soldiers, suicide rates, the likelihood of promotion, likelihood of contracting illnesses, and ability/willingness to perform assigned tasks. It makes sense. Healthier from growing their own foods and eating diverse meals. More used to “roughing it,” waking up early and sleeping later, and more used to the solitude of not knowing many people. There’s just something about those farm boys. Except, that was total bull. The study actually found the opposite. That people from big cities tended to do better. They were more used to being in close proximity to others – having their personal space invaded constantly. They were used to participating in structured behaviors like waiting in lines. They had stronger immune systems from being exposed to more people over their lifetimes.
By Noaria075 years ago in Fiction