Fantasy
Once
They gathered in little groups and spoke in hushed tones, discreetly covering over their mouths as they whispered quietly back and forth to each other. There was no comfortable place to be found here. The air was pulsing with nervous energy. People wandered about the room trying to distract themselves from the burden of waiting. Ladies smoothed out their clothing. Children forced to sit quietly, kicked their legs back and forth. Most of the men chose to pace, occasionally nodding grimly when someone met their gaze. Each found little solace in what small diversions they could invent as they waited in these predawn hours.
By Cate Simon5 years ago in Fiction
RIMA'S ANTI AGING TIPS
It was a bright and beautiful morning. The rising sun was casting a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight were lighting up the scenes all around. Cool breeze was intoxicating the morning mind. The young and the old were basking in the morning sun. The fitness freaks were already on with their jogging plans. Some health conscious ladies were also ready with beauty exercises to defeat the age. Rima and Maya, too, were on their morning walk. They looked extremely conscious about their health and beauty.
By Nira Kumari5 years ago in Fiction
Wanderlust
Arcadia, Fae Wilds Near Los Angeles, California 4:06 AM Pixie-Blade marched the wayward trails of Faerie, her eyes unfocused, her mind still dreaming. Clad in her trademark green and brown leather armor, she moved stealthily, the breeze playing at her whims, her cold, blue skin reflecting ethereal in the scattered moonlight. At her waist, glowing with suppressed power, rested the Moon-Fire blades, heavy chain weapons Pixie had spent lifetimes mastering in the Great Arena of Arcadius. Her frosty skin and breath chilled the air where she passed, and her mere touch brought winter's death to vines and brambles in her way.
By James Golden5 years ago in Fiction
Turquoise Moon: Part 3
Jane was excited to meet Jessica. She went on with her day as usual, but could not wait until Saturday at 8pm. Jessica texted Jane saying, "Hi I cannot wait to hang out with you!" and it brightened Jane's entire day. As the day went on Jane watched television and did her usual routine when she was off, watching shows like Rick and Morty, Futurama and Weeds. To calm her nerves down around 5pm Jane smoked a bowl and it relaxed her a lot. Finally, it was 7:45pm and Jane prepared herself to go meet Jessica at the bar Smokin' Joe's. Jane still could not believe this was happening. She was so excited, because this friendship could turn into more and was hoping such. Jane still had in the back of her head that this could be just a friendship and nothing more than that or a fling. She hoped for the news that Jessica and her boyfriend would not be working out so well.
By Karly Krull5 years ago in Fiction
The wiseman's song
Once way back in the times of the wild and free horses that roamed the land. There lived a wise a stallion, He was cherished by all humans, animals and all living things. One day a lonesome owl named Dreama came to seek the advice of the wise ole stallion named Edward. Dreama was seeking out the wise Edward whom was knowledgable beyond his time.
By Sara Kline5 years ago in Fiction
Under the Pear Tree
Under the pear tree they sat, still not believing what they had done. They came from two very different worlds, but loved each other so very much. He had been warned to avoid her by his family, and she felt like she was taking something that didn't belong to her. They had met in the grove of orchard trees what seemed like a thousand times before, where they would gaze at the stars, say little prayers in ritual that would be misunderstood by his faith, or sometimes they would play games, or even dance under the stars. Tonight was different, they had made a vow, one that sealed their fates together in partnership forever. How would he ever tell his family the choice he had made?
By Amy Chris Keiper aka LC Harrison5 years ago in Fiction
The Hunters and The Hunted
Unexpected Visitor The sun was up, and Marty's phone was ringing. Tara’s name flashed on the screen. Marty wanted to ignore it. She knew what the call was for. The store needed to be opened and Tara was hungover. She answered anyway, “Hello?”
By Ashley Nicole5 years ago in Fiction
Bartlett and Anjou
At the heart of the forest, there was a circle of cornstalks. Each stalk was fifteen feet tall. At the center of the circle was a pear tree stretching forty feet in the air. The mystical place was a blessing to any who found it. The ears of corn were two feet in length, delicious, and regrew every month. The pear tree had the most sumptuous fruit to be found. Even more interesting was stumbling upon a deer in the area that had been eating the corn or pears. Each whitetail deer that consumed the fruit was nearly twice the regular size.
By Noah Glenn5 years ago in Fiction
The throne of reeds
After the leaves changed colour from fire to dirt, fell and became dirt, and when the cold came quick and the sun shied away, my body tired, but I was thankful; the great green serpents, and the venomous, brown Scaled Ones with evil red eyes, retreated into stolen and abandoned burrows seeking protection below the coming frost; no longer would my subjects spend long minutes terrified, sat as still as the giant red hatted guardian of our pond, cold hearts in our mouths, hiding from slitted gaze.
By Jack Savage5 years ago in Fiction
