Fantasy

And The Goddess Saw
“Do you remember when this started? The day you stopped asking, and the night you began to answer?” the black-blood soaked revenger thought to himself.
By Sam Vela5 years ago in Fiction
The Rise
The killer watched the family intently. He had the perfect view. Nestled in the shrubbery of their backyard, he could see directly into the family’s kitchen. He smiled to himself, bemused at how blissfully unaware they were. Of course, who would have expected a strange man, lurking in their backyard at night? Certainly not the Carters. Toying with his silver dagger, the killer watched as the Carters cleaned up after dinner. The two young kids buzzed around the kitchen, clearing the table of dishes. Before dashing out of the kitchen. Now it was just Sienna and Nate. The killer’s gaze followed the couple as they finished closing the kitchen. They seemed so at ease. Turning off the lights, they disappeared further into the house.
By Sayble Kerr5 years ago in Fiction
Driftwood Beach
The soft ticking of a large austere clock hanging on the wall was the only indication that time was moving forward. It was almost perfectly synchronized with the almost inaudible ticking of the silver Rolex on Dylan Drake's left wrist. Dylan, however, was in the same position he had been since 8 AM. Sitting erect at his computer, his hands on the keyboard, eyes unblinking, and mouth set into an expressionless line. His only movement came from his fingers that whizzed over the keys. Their clicking harmonizing with the ticking melody. Finally, he broke eye contact with his computer screen and glanced down at the marine blue face of his watch. If it were not for his watch informing him of the date and time, Dylan wouldn't know the difference between any of his identical days. It had been three years ago that Dylan had arrived on Wall Street, hungry for something new that he would be bored of within a year. That was how Dylan Drake was, nothing held his interest for too long, and yet he performed impeccably. None of his superiors had ever complained. Locking his computer, he grabbed his leather briefcase and headed to the elevators.
By Daniela Alejandra5 years ago in Fiction
Returning to Elfhame
Pine needles snagged my hair, and cold air nipped at my nose and cheeks as I ran into the wooded area. The damp ground gave a little with each step, and I shivered as a bead of sweat ran down my neck. A line of perfectly spaced mushrooms caught my attention. I felt compelled to stop before I stepped over them. They arched in either direction as if to form a gigantic circle before me.
By K’Lee P.5 years ago in Fiction
The Baby Legs Bates Chronicles
Standing at the intersection of do or die, feeling forlorn like a sky without a dawn, is Grace. She’s like water without wet, a brainchild of regret. Yet her heart still beats and she wonders what for, because she can’t find a reason to live anymore.
By Frank E Robinson5 years ago in Fiction
I Sight
Abigail awoke Sunday morning with an uneasy feeling hanging above her. She jumped quickly out of bed and searched round for whatever thing must have be out of place, but strangely enough, everything was in order. She opened the window curtains and in poured the warming light of the sun, promising to refresh the world with another new beginning. But still, Abigail felt surely something must be awry.
By Angelika Bauer5 years ago in Fiction
Verdant Lux
Viktor knew he was dying and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Still, he continued walking in the hopes that someone—anyone—would find him. He walked for hours, fighting the nausea and lethargy caused by extreme blood loss. The hand plastered to the gaping wound was nothing more than a stopgap, like cupping a waterfall in one’s hands and keeping his insides from spilling across the ground. Had he not been the Elden Knight, death would have embraced him long ago. His mythical constitution had led him this far; perhaps he could lead him just a bit further on.
By D Anthony5 years ago in Fiction
The Gift
Eventually, after three years passed, Claire did become a help to him. Jack still wasn’t sure who or what she was — madwoman or selkie — but he’d given up trying to figure it out and he’d long forgotten about his plans to call social services. Sometimes he wondered how he could go on teaching biology at a university while simultaneously entertaining the idea that selkies might be real. Sometimes he told his brain to shut the hell up.
By Lori Lamothe5 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light
I had been sent on a karmic errand to arrange pieces of old material, that has been minced and carefully reworked into myths. The Green-man of myth had appeared and told me , "Find the Green Fairy, Princess Golinda and her dragon who move as a force of nature connecting with something greater than the self.”
By Katherine D. Graham5 years ago in Fiction
An Aura of green
An Aura of Green “Look down there, past the brook. Do you see that strange aura of green?” His low whisper pairing with a slow, steady tug at Joseph's sleeve.
By Tyler P. Mischley5 years ago in Fiction
The 13th Day of Christmas
On December 25th, the first day of Christmas, I conjured up a pear tree full of ripe, luscious fruit. On the lowest branch sat a cooing partridge. I placed it in the middle of his front yard, wrapped a red bow around the trunk and knocked on his front door.
By Maria Shimizu Christensen5 years ago in Fiction
A Cure For Boredom
The jewel pulsed, sending glowing ripples of an eerie green hue out into the world. Imperceptible to normal eyesight, only visible to he who set the enchantment; the necromancer smiled to himself slightly. The end would come for the town soon enough, the villagers would be torn limb from limb by the undead.
By Dave Rowlands5 years ago in Fiction