Fantasy

His Angel
Her eyes were the color of the sky on a warm summer day. Her smile was the one thing that kept his anger at bay. She was something special, maybe even unreal. She had a heart more powerful than a thousand strikes of lightening. She made sure he felt peace and harmony at all times. She was his treasure. She found him during his darkest days and brought him to the light. It was hard. It was a struggle. Through it all, she stood by his side and made him acknowledge she was there for the long run. His addiction had him trapped in a whirlpool of misery and pain. He had lost everything, everyone. She stood by his side when everyone begged her to leave him alone. She endured pain, cried more than she ever had before him. Wanting to give up, she kept pushing and marched on. Aside from laying with him while he was going through his withdrawals, she talked him through it, holding him when he was begging to die. Trying to make it better. There were times she wanted to leave, but her love for him was stronger than whatever other emotions were going through her. She knew she could help him. She knew she could heal him. She knew she could take the devil's temptations away. Scare them away, maybe?
By Christian Gentry5 years ago in Fiction
Edge of Eternity
Sitting on the crushed velvet pillow atop her window seat, Drea slid the yellow band from her thick, green tresses and shook her head to loosen the soft curls down her back.
By Susan Quinn5 years ago in Fiction
Kuporesa:
“Ride on Ki-ing Jee-sus! No man can-nah HINDER THEE!” St. Claire Renault and Shekinah sang in 3-part harmony with St. Claire switching from the alto part to the tenor note, as she forced the duet to work as a trio while continuing the song that was practiced in choir rehearsal. The red 2009 Ford explorer traveled down Buford Highway and it’s paint job was as shiny and new as any of the 2018 models of Ford Explorers on the road. St. Claire was nothing short of a ‘neat freak’, who incorporated the ways of OCD into everything that she was involved in. Artistic, carefree, and abandoned, Shekinah was determined to make this foster-care placement work. She played the role of a “good girl” in exchange for all of St. Claire’s idiosyncrasies, rules, and misconceptions about being able to sing on pitch.
By Yahriel5 years ago in Fiction
They Keep Away The Deer
“She sewed marigolds in her hair to keep away the deer, bathed in green light, danger drawing near The smallest hoofbeats are the loudest
By Cereal Oatmeal 5 years ago in Fiction
The Petting Zoo
Lawrence walked to the car, drinks swinging in a plastic bag in his left hand. In his right he held a blue business card. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he saw the girls were still asleep but Jordan was awake, reading her book.
By Ryan Mills5 years ago in Fiction
Witchlight
Part 6 of "The Scarecrow" I’ve said before that this is a town composed of strange things, to the point where the strange and whimsical is completely normal, but an attack of witches is something we don’t experience every day.
By Catherine Kruger5 years ago in Fiction
Green Night
Green Night by David A. Riley Everything seems normal as I look over at my peacefully sleeping wife, but should you drift into a dream that takes place in the room you presently occupy, it might be difficult to be sure if you’ve fallen asleep or not. Across the room, the fan hums, sending a light breeze that ripples the sheet covering Sandra’s body, but it’s having little impact on the summer heat. She lets out a sleeping sigh as she turns to keep the wind off her face. If I didn’t know that the slightest caress would wake her, I’d run a hand along her exposed thigh.
By David Riley 5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 3
I’ve always felt guilty for not being truthful to Delilah. She believes I make all my income from the shop, but the truth is Thom pays me very little – not because he doesn’t want to pay more, but because business has been slow. With Castegar taking over the forge without compensating Thom, whatever money can be made because of these expeditions is no longer an opportunity for him. While I hunt down my next potential whale, Roger of the Adventurer’s Guild is going to have to make do.
By Despain5 years ago in Fiction
Cinder
I wear a brown hood these days, but people still call me Red. The cookies in my basket look like regular sweets, but members of the Enchantment Liberation Front know how to read their codes. Today’s batch of peanut butter chocolate chip mean we are meeting at eight in the evening.
By Deanna Grey5 years ago in Fiction
The Diary of the Last Teenage Girl on Earth:. Top Story - August 2021.
Thursday, October 27, 2022 I am writing in a diary on paper, with a pen – how primitive - something I wouldn’t have thought I would ever do, with my Mac Note Book. But, it is all I have now, and I have to organize my thoughts, and writing always helped me think clearer, as if that it possible now in this crazy world.
By Brittany Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Electric Green
I swear this was unintentional. I didn't realize until many years later that this binding was eternal. The Fae are fickle creatures like that, and yes, they are always watching.
By Nicole Walter5 years ago in Fiction
Sea of Ice and Green Fog
Blow the sun ahead of me as I wander the waves of time. Life and death surround my keel, lapping, laughing as I constantly struggle
By senseisue5 years ago in Fiction