Fantasy
Tomb Of Glass
Kaphelirea didn't know how long she had been trapped within the ice. She felt as though centuries had passed since she cried herself to sleep on the icy bank of the pond. She could no longer hear the flute of Pan, or the soft melodic songs of her sisters.
By L.A. Grant5 years ago in Fiction
Beatrice
Alanna enjoyed her job. She knew that wasn't fashionable and that many wouldn't understand, but it brought her joy. The first thing she loved about it were the hours. She woke with the dawn - still fasting - so that she could walk among the Sacred Pinetum. After that was her duties at the beach and then she retired to her small, breezy hut for the duration of the scorching heat, until it was time to repeat it all again at dusk.
By Meg Foster5 years ago in Fiction
Voice
The hot afternoon sun beats down on my companions and me as we walk up Sherwood Way. I lead the horse to which Princess Blanche is tied. I feel a pang in my heart to see the pretty child gagged, but it's the only way to prevent her from attacking us with her poison-breath. Isobel Hansom, farmer and werewolf-barbarian, leads another horse; Marion Fletcher, general store owner and ranger, leads the third.
By Deanna Grey5 years ago in Fiction
The Kir Files Part 2
Chapter 5: ***Moose*** I was enjoying a game of capture the flag when suddenly I feel the urge to find Kir. I may be used to strange things happening around the Bastet siblings, but never in my wildest dreams would I ever expect to be connected to the alpha in such a way that I immediately grew anxious upon being incapable of finding her right away. My instincts led me towards the forest that I had discovered Kir in earlier today. As I approached my destination, I immediately notice the copper smell of blood and a bright light. As the light fades I'm horrified to find Kir's throat with dried blood across it as she stands staring at the man that called himself Asher before.
By Kayanna Hansen5 years ago in Fiction
Under the Ice
I was born in 2051, after the second Great Depression there wasn’t much to look forward to. Most of the stores were shut down especially the small shops so all that was left was a few big box stores that you had to drive 5 hours to unless you were close to the area. No one was close to those areas anymore, most of the time you can barely get close to those stores. It just seems like there is an endless line of people trying to hang on to the last bit of that society that does not exist anymore. Now, we have an arm band to identify and keep track of our quality, not quite the futuristic chip implants that we all expected. The arm bands do have a tracker, it tells me how many calories I’ve eaten and burned, I can scan it at the water stations, and at care facilities. I barely remember how it was before.
By Miranda Jules5 years ago in Fiction
Fairies & Frost
Marigold flew over the rainbow of flowers blooming in the garden where she lived. Each day she enjoyed seeing new buds sprout and then reveal their kaleidoscope of colours and shapes. She breathed in the fragrances as she flitted from flower to flower. On Marigold’s travels she always stopped at the patch of marigold flowers where she emerged as one of the buds blossomed, her tiny body draped in gold and honey coloured petals. Marigold’s hair was like the sun, radiating a warm yellow glow and flowing freely down her back. Her eyes reflected the brightness of her spirit and her sparkling vibrancy.
By Conny van Balen5 years ago in Fiction
Everwild
Erin sat atop the roof of the lighthouse Her heart yearning, she looked out well beyond the horizon. Violent white waves came crashing into the sides of the rock beneath her. Erin was always drawn to the lulling sound of the waves. Winter was slowly disappearing, and frequently a chunk of ice would break off from the water's edge with a loud crack and float off into the sea. The sun was also disappearing on the horizon; Erin shifted and continued to look out across the water for a bit longer.
By SempiternalSoul5 years ago in Fiction
Force of Nature
Once there was a small girl born with a special gift: she could sing the creative energy of the Universe. When she sang, the animals drew near, the deer, the frogs, the beetles and squirrels. Flowers blossomed, leaves unfurled and their green tendrils reached for the sky, roots grew downward.
By Stephanie Benedetto5 years ago in Fiction
Still Water
Loki was now captured, and with no thought of mercy he was taken to a cave and bound onto the tops of the three stones. Skadi took a poisonous snake and fastened it above Loki so that its poison dripped onto his face...He convulses so violently that the whole earth shakes. He will lie bound there until Ragnarok.
By T.J. Samek5 years ago in Fiction
Dream of Me, Dream for Me
It was the same nightmare every single night, and nothing Wyatt did would make it go away. With a hunting rifle over his shoulder, his heavy boots would crunch over frozen twigs and leaves, always enchanted by the frozen pond further into the forest. Each time he approached the unusually clear ice, he'd drop his rifle and crawl on hands and knees to the edge of the frozen prison.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Fiction
Tiny dancer in the globe.
Once upon a dreamy day in a world of enchantment, lived a tiny dancer. She wished she could dance where everyone could see her. She was lonely and sad and felt lost in a world of magic. A fairy named twinkle toes came to visit the tiny dancer and asked her if she would come dance for the king and queen of fairytown.
By Sara Kline5 years ago in Fiction
