Fantasy
Starnergy
Poe and Stella otherwise known as Starbeam and Moonglow are two of Earth’s greatest heroes. They’ve helped save the planet on countless occasions. Their wedding was a who’s who of celebrities and other superheroes. Matter of fact even a few super villains made appearances as well. They were the most powerful and the most loved. About a year ago they had a beautiful daughter together. They were warned numerous times that star people and moon people don’t mix but they didn’t care. They wanted a child and they had one. They had thought that everyone had been proven wrong. That was until last night when the green light came. Now they are in the greatest fight of their lives.
By Tyrone Livingston5 years ago in Fiction
The Old God and the Time Traveler
It’s not that Zephir actually has to explain himself to anyone, but for all the readers out there, he was not banished from the godly realm. He just got bored and changed to king of heaven’s hair color by accident and- yeah, okay he was totally banished. But at least the mortal realm was fast paced. Interesting. Humans were cute- like little pets that you watch prance and preen.
By Callum J. Scheiber5 years ago in Fiction
Soulful Depth.
A soul's journey starts in the same energy every time. Green behind the ears determined to discover and explore. The beginning always compares to the green man's power over the world, they both hold an ancient longing to grow. In its youth the soul's journey is magical. It leads to a mythical land and lives only the hero's journey. They walk in the moonbeams and just know for certain that the moon is surely made of green cheese. They plant ideas, hopes and dreams with the freedom of the green thumb. Powerful and intoxicating pull a young soul has on its surroundings. Unlimited options, optimistic laughter dances in the eyes of young soul. Oh, how this greenhorn is in for a massive world-shattering awakening.
By Crystal Wolf5 years ago in Fiction
The Big Splash!
“I told you,” I began running towards the end of the dock “TODAY IS THE DAY!” My heart raced as I heard my feet pound on the wood with every step. As I reached the edge, I used all my might and leaped into the air. I jumped so high that for a moment I felt like I was soaring… while in midair I realized that in all of the excitement of convincing all of my parents I was old enough to go into the ocean and embrace being a mermaid, I completely forgot that I have not been in the ocean since I was born. And that was ten years ago. Needless to say, I don't know how to swim.
By Megan Ashley Whited5 years ago in Fiction
Glass
When I told the story afterward I always said we spoke the same language, the wolf and I. A slight falsification. Actually the word we spoke was silence—blue burning cloudless and the glade of bees, then the loom of darkness, leaves shining in the sun and the stars’ prickly light.
By Lori Lamothe5 years ago in Fiction
Demeter's Light
The dark fae had already crossed over. Their job was done, and yet she couldn't fathom where or how she should start. The silencing of a forest wasn't easy on any of the fae, dark or light. Yet it had come to this. The willow's shrubs had ceased to sway. The soft grass that so many of the fae had lounged against now cracked at the slightest touch. It was inevitable. From above birds didn't fly, while down below worms squirmed to be free from the coarse earth that surrounded them.
By J.J. Gonzalez5 years ago in Fiction
Bound Existence
Summer was in the air, thick and humid, drawing forth an army of bloodthirsty insects as Martin wandered beneath the shady trees. He felt like a vampire, struggling to stay beneath the overhanging branches in a desperate attempt to avoid the searing sun. It was just too damn hot down here in the south.
By Catherine Guillotte5 years ago in Fiction
Utilities Not Included
Just a few moments left. She paced back and forth, furrowing a rut into the concrete floor of the dimly lit backstage; her skin was morphed into a ghastly, ghoulish hue by the crimson signal light above the stage door. She couldn't tear her eyes from its sanguine glow. Any moment now, it would indicate that it was her time to take the stage and submit her performance-application. In a few short seconds, she’d hear her name and the roar of the studio audience, piped into the performance chamber via omnipresent loudspeakers. Of course, the judges would remain silent.
By Willow J. Fields5 years ago in Fiction
Kitsune-bi
The front page of the Savannah Morning News featured a photograph of a city square lined with luminescent live oak trees, their twisted, glowing branches dripping with Spanish moss, drooping low over the streets. Below the image was a headline that made Claire cringe. Alone on a cobblestone sidewalk at the end of a long work day, her exhaled breath was a small sound of private exasperation.
By Caitlin Suzanne Young5 years ago in Fiction
