Fantasy
Firefly parade
The lights have been turned out, the ceiling fan whirred above her bed, wafting the cool breeze down feeling the hairs on her face sway ever so slightly. The window was cracked and she could hear the crickets and frogs singing, she often fell to sleep thinking about what kind of party would these creatures in the garden have. It had been a while since her mother tucked her in, even in her 5-year-old mind she knew she should be asleep by now. She laid there, content and also waiting, she actually had no idea what she was waiting for but she could feel something happening.
By Claire Hunter5 years ago in Fiction
The Tree
Plop...plop The sound of drops hitting the water wakes me up. My head is laying on its side, the awkward position makes my neck ache. It smells like rain and dirt, brings back memories of playing in the rain with my brothers and sisters. A knot forms in my throat when I think of them, but I don’t know why. As I open my eyes I see roots of a grandiose tree covering the ground almost completely, the small spaces of ground left filled with water. I can still hear the sound of drops near me. I look up, investigating where the drops might come from but they don't seem to originate from the sky or the tree. Then I feel warmth trickling from my forehead to my mouth. It tastes like iron.
By Blanca Nino5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
I cannot believe my ears. “That was definitely not, universal! They just said, my name!” Immediately, any doubts in which I possess about his connection to be able to infiltrate himself into my life in this way, fall away. He is, watching me! I am instantly turned on. I excitedly forage that of my surroundings in search of to where he could possibly be inhabited, so to be able to observe me in this way. However, there is no sign of him anywhere. "How can he see me?" I wonder with reverence. "Ahhh." Alas, I do not even care! If he can see me then this must mean that he is close. Maybe he is a little scared? This situation is out of this world to say the very least. I presume that he would not be here initiating this, if he was not ready to talk to me, though? And so, I jump back into that of my vehicle and choose to continue to wait for him to approach me. Maybe he just needs a little bit of time and space to prepare himself to converse with me about all that which has unfolded? I can only imagine the affect that which our circumstance is having on him and my heart sequentially, extends to that of his.
By Lauren Davey5 years ago in Fiction
The Magic Pear
“Oh Apple”, said the Pear, ‘”you gnarly old git, stop lording it over all the rest of us. You are not the only one with stories! For while humans think of you as messing things up with Adam & Eve and poisoning Sleeping Beauty, I in fact am the magical one. Let me tell you my stories of the past and of a time yet to come.”
By Soleira Green5 years ago in Fiction
By the Decay of the Pear Tree.
Our pear tree was rotting. It was subtle, at first. No one noticed when one of the pears began to brown, when the grass beneath it began to die. It was subtle enough that when we pulled the pears from their branches and bit down, none of us noticed that they already tasted too ripe. The pears sustained us when we played out in the fields, when the warmth of the sun tired us out and we took shelter beneath the tree.
By Jordan Dugdale5 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Locks
Did you know that there was a pass, not just a pass between mountains…A pass between worlds? A pass that connects our world to the world of Myths and Legends, darkness, and Death. I bet you also didn’t know that it has a giant frozen pond connecting it all together, and that it’s begun to melt. This means that the seal is breaking, that death is coming for us all. Not everyone can see this pass, only the chosen ones, only the ones with sight, the ones whose eyes are swirling white mists, whose minds are connected to the world around them from beneath the ground to above the skies. They don’t care for anyone or anything in this world, just that the two worlds don’t clash. That myth doesn’t become reality, become the end.
By Nicola mcfarlane 5 years ago in Fiction
Venus As A Boy
He paid no mind to the stars above, he was thinking of Romans, of fall nymphs, the blurred beauty of Florentine paintings when suddenly a flash of brilliant green light appeared. The light now accompanied by a violent flickering like wind, like fire, soared past him and dove into the neighboring forest. It touched past the trees and for a moment everything stopped, then shot a beam into the sky illuminating everything for only a moment before transforming into a golden dome that at once quieted into a glimmer down among the trees.
By roman_is_lo:st5 years ago in Fiction
Alliances (Pt 5/6)
“I cannot believe Lillith found a host for both herself and Fenrir. This is quite fortuitous. Don’t you agree, Kalinin?” Stepping through the gaseous green lit portal Gireon created, Rostislav took a deep smiling breath. Miroslav Kalinin, not amused, glanced back to ensure the portals full closure before speaking. The fact that Gireon had created the portals directly in front of the queen meant that his abilities were getting stronger.
By Panda of Pandemonium5 years ago in Fiction
Doolittle's Descendants
Doolittle’s Descendants Astronomically speaking, it was a non-event until multiple Earth based observers confirmed Hubble’s detection and calculation. An object appeared to be traveling at a rate surpassing the known speed of light. That speed (299, 792,458 kilometers per second) is difficult for the average human to comprehend but if one can envision the length of a football field and then, with the mind’s eye, lay down 11 fields end zone to end zone, one can imagine a single kilometre. Zipping past nearly three hundred thousand of those kilometres in a single second is the point at which one’s ability to imagine bogs down.
By David Zinke aka ZINK5 years ago in Fiction
The Spotlight of Shadow
There was no place to hide in Hibbing. The diner was destroyed, along with Melinda’s cell phone most likely. It looked like a tornado had gone through the town, if one chose to look past all the 8 foot wide footprints everywhere. Most of the downtown area was flattened, on fire, or both.
By Anton Crane5 years ago in Fiction
The Sanctum
-Where am I? -What happened? -Why can I not remember? The questions hung in silence as the one who spoke these questions silently floated in empty darkness, unknowing as to what their fate will entail, and hoping that they would soon find something … anything.
By Rafael M. Lench5 years ago in Fiction
