Fantasy
The Pear Mysteries and the Fairy Flag of Skye
I was despondent, and at the same time I was curious. To all of us in the school she was known simply as “The Anchoress.” No one had ever told me her name, and I had never seen her. She never left her cell. Cellach, her assistant, told me I had been summoned. There could be only one reason, I knew—I was being sent home. I failed the simple trial of following a path and two men saw me go the wrong way. All the other boys said that when you fail that, she sends you home. I felt I would be very sorry, but I would make the best of it. I missed my family, and I missed my cat, Pangor Ban.
By Paul A. Merkley5 years ago in Fiction
The Lion's Hunt: Part 1
PART I. A large elevator platform descended beyond the roof of a cavern so unimaginably vast its stone walls were lost to distant darkness. Cold, unsettled wind from the planet’s surface met air so thick that if the five individuals on the platform didn’t know any better, they might have assumed it had gone uninterrupted for millennia. Though it was tough to be sure in the darkness, the two lead soldiers appeared to have thick dual tails protruding from the base of their skulls that reached beyond the backs of their knees. The second pair of soldiers had a brace of thinner tails that stopped at the small of their backs. The last individual had a short nub fixed in place as though their twin tails had yet to grow, suggesting that this might be the youngest among them.
By David Riley 5 years ago in Fiction
The Day Hell Froze Over
Sophia allowed her senses to be overrun by the beauty of the land that stood before her. It wasn't the garden of Eden that most humans imagined, but it wasn't far off. She loved the colours the most, as there existed a different light spectrum in this dimension. She found herself momentarily lost in memories that no longer felt like her own. In spite of having her soul restored, she felt different to the Divine creation she had started out as. She had imbued lifetimes of experience with the human condition, and as such, no longer knew where she belonged. Her body was of one place, her consciousness came from the other. It felt strange, actively trying to reconcile the two.
By sylvana lee-jones5 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the Pear Tree
A pear tree looked down upon the sprawling fields and rolling hills beneath it. It was old, as old as Mother Earth, and just as fickle. The land that encompassed it was owned by an axman. He lived in a humble cottage with his young daughter. She danced in the tall grass, swung from the trees, ate the gifts of the soil, and made jewelry from its spoils. The green expanse was her playground and her father only gave one command.
By A.L. Davidson5 years ago in Fiction
Dance of the Forest Nymph
Ledona was exploring the forest on her weekly check. She would normally take three days to explore, going in a different direction each week from her hogan home, speaking with any creature who had a question for her and taking care of any ailments she came across. This was quite a sustainable forest, and so there was not often any distress to address.
By Jami Larson5 years ago in Fiction
The Boy Beyond
There was only one rule on Home Farm: never go beyond the fence at the foot of the garden. Lily did her best to be good, although she could never really see the point. It was just a fence, much the same as all the others on the farm, half falling apart with wear and tear. There were just a few wooden posts and broken coils of wire, half lost in the rising tangles of branches and ivy from the field on the other side.
By David McClenaghan5 years ago in Fiction
NOTHING SO POWERFUL
A lone pear tree adorned Melissa's families backyard amongst the other usual suburban vegetation. Melissa had always loved this place. To most it was just a regular pear tree. To Melissa, it was where her adventures always began. With sly, exaggerated movement only an eight year old could muster, she looked side to side, ensuring daddy and mummy weren't watching before plonking down on the cold soil. Knocking twice on the base of the tree, the world exploded.
By David Collings5 years ago in Fiction
King Diarmait
Across a lake that never thaws, through a garden filled with poisonous plants, sits a tree. A tree carved by time, once filled with golden pears along its branches. Those who dared venture through the icy wasteland and the garden that offered intoxicating petals like a curtain of death would find the pear tree. If plucked from its outstretched arms, the fruit would grant the devourer one step forward or backward in time. A year of seasons, known or not yet known. The victor could spend but one day in this time before the pear and all its mystery wore off on the lips of the brave soul that dared search such a prize. Many had sought the tree, but very few had returned home. The tree held protectors close at hand, not made of this world. Throughout history, only one man and one woman reached the tree intact. The tree offered but one pear every ten years; three souls among many stood on the frozen lake's edge- their sights set on retrieving the pear for themselves.
By Kirsten Blyton5 years ago in Fiction
The Littlest Pear
Once upon a time, there was a huge, magical pear tree. It's name was Ackblar. It had stood for many years, hiding away in the middle of The Shrouded Forest. The forest itself wasn't shrouded, at least not anymore. The people still called it that because of the mysterious things that happened in and around the forest.
By Kenneth Ash II5 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of the Grim Hunt: Birthed In Fire
The world burned... Brilliant hues of orange and red lit up the sky as all-consuming flames climbed higher and higher into the otherwise jet blackness of the night. The column of riders had been approaching their home at a leisurely pace, their lord commander in high spirits after the negotiations that had taken place in the capital. It seemed a time of growth and prosperity was before them, the common man being afforded every opportunity to better their lives not just here in his own lands but elsewhere amidst his fellow lords as well. The excitement their lord had exuded was palpable even to stoic warriors such as they, his joy at being able to share such news with his beloved wife plain for any to see. Then they had seen the distant glow of a great fire, and though no one gave voice to their concern the tension that grew between them all was confirmation of the fear that passed wordlessly between them.
By Richard Noble5 years ago in Fiction
