Fantasy
Stumpy the Toad
One It was inevitable that Robbie should find such a door. You see, there are certain children behind which looms, in giant letters, the word PROBLEM. In Robbie’s case, it simply was not fair. He was not such a bad boy. Perhaps it was his silence, perhaps the refusal to give in, which made others feel so strongly about him. He was admired or disliked and there was nothing in between, for the lines were all too clearly drawn.
By Charles Turner5 years ago in Fiction
Fantasy Fiction Short Story
It had been almost five months since anyone had last seen or heard from the alpha of The Fire Stone Pack. Five months since SHE had last seen the man that she loved. No one had known where he had gone, or why. He had simply just disappeared. But recently, rumors started to pop up that he had been seen skulking around an abandoned Jack Daniels warehouse in Lynchburg Tennessee. Rumors were all that was needed for an investigation to be launched and a search team sent out to find him. As the alpha female of the pack, she was the leading member of the search team that had been sent out.
By Victoria Wadsworth5 years ago in Fiction
Quarantine Blues
The police station seemed busier than usual. Even though it was already half past 9pm, the station was crowded with busy police officers frantically doing paperwork, making calls, and typing on their computers. It was not just extremely busy for a night shift, but also for the pandemic standards for work. Well, except for the masks. You could tell that there was a pandemic because of the masks. But what would Ellie know about busy police? This was her first time at the station.
By Vida J. Malone5 years ago in Fiction
Fire Starter
I had to get out, they were all around me by this point. Darkened corridors in every which direction. Doesn’t matter I’ve checked them all, at least that is the version I continue trying to convince myself. For the sake of the others, I agreed I would get out of this deathly, dark, prison. But I can’t. There’s nowhere left to go, this path has led me to corners, to walls, to no escape. All these straight lines become corners. The voices are beaming in the distance ever coming closer. I’m done for.
By Leni Koski5 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen Citadel pt 5
FC5 Deep into the enemies ranks we encountered our fiercest opponents, Julianus wasn’t going to make it easy to reach him. Me and Harold faced off against one of Julianus’s most trusted generals, General Xarius, the crusher. He was a massive ogre, and much stronger than anyone I've ever fought. I could barely do enough to dodge the swings of his powerful hammer. Harold managed to hold his ground much easier with his two-handed axe, exchanging blow for blow with Xarius.
By Matthew Mccahey5 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Girl and The Divine Lake
During the time when Isabelle and her parents were preparing their things before leaving their original home on Midnight Creek, they didn’t notice that Michelle had left her cell phone in the house. After coming back to the house , Isabelle had checked every single corner for her mother’s phone. A few seconds later, Michelle and her husband Isaiah had heard a slight ring coming from under her seat.When they got back on the road, they had started telling jokes about each other that weren’t real. As quick as a heartbeat could
By Marcus Williams5 years ago in Fiction
Secret Books and Greedy Fingers
The dust clung to Theodore Dee's hand. He looked with confusion over the room, but it was hard to work out what was in it just yet. It had been closed up, hidden on his parent's wing of the house. He slowly stepped into the room, letting his hand run over another shelf. It came away with even more dust on it than it had before. He turned around, trying to discover the source of a faint light toward the back of the room. There was just enough from the doorway and somewhere else that he could work out the contents of the room. By the look of it, there weren't any windows in the room. It took him poking into a corner before Theodore noticed that a bookshelf was covering one of the windows he'd assumed weren't there. On the bookshelf were books, tons and tons of books. Thanks to his movement, there were now dust moats drifting through the air, causing him to sneeze briefly.
By Minte Stara5 years ago in Fiction
