Fantasy

Wolf Totem
The drums thumped in rhythm with Aiden’s heart beat. As he walked hand in hand with the red haired lady he twisted himself back to meet eyes with Pazuzu. The fire light of the torches made his shiny snake skin face almost sparkle, he smiled back at Aiden with a row of sharp pointed teeth, to reassure him everything would be just fine.
By Damien Cain5 years ago in Fiction
Life as we know it..
I rattled the key in the slot eventually forcing it to budge, as was the norm for most Chevy trucks. If you didn't have a sticky ignition, you had a broken ignition, but to my dismay not a single dash light came on, nor did Becky purr to life as she normally does.
By Brooklynn Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Willowmere
The six of them moved into the old house in the winter, when the deep pool under the willows was sheened with ice and the bare branches sang across its surface in the night wind. Nate took the back room with the big gable window, and on nights he couldn’t sleep he looked out at the powdered sugar scattering of snow on the lawn and down to the brambles at the edge of the tree line. The ice on the water reflected moonlight like a mirror.
By Nic5 years ago in Fiction
Frevanth and Athelayna
The villain's nimble fingers were tangled ever so carelessly into the roots of the hero's fiery hair. The wind rushed over the pair, biting through their torn clothes and open wounds.
By E.G.5 years ago in Fiction
Inside the Golden Pear Tree
April stood in the world that she and Snake had created for themselves, a pocket demension that connected with the land of the living. It was easily accessed through an inter dimensional portal, but it was one way. April and Snake were trapped here until they found a way to get out, but humans could get in, if they found the passageway.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 5 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt Begins
"By order of the Queen: we ride." How strange, this proclamation made by Scáthach in the Queen's stead. None had seen the Unseelie Queen; she kept to the top of her obsidian tower, shunning the world at large. It was incredibly suspect, yet none dared inquire after her. "Are there any questions?" Scáthach asked with quick authority, eager to move on. It was a token question meant to appease tradition, nothing more. None were expected nor desired to speak.
By Elizabeth Noyes5 years ago in Fiction
When Mark Nova Dissapeared
Mark Nova sat alone in his tree house in the middle of the night, the cool fall wind blowing the branches of the tree against the its frame, tapping against the wood like fingers on a desk. Fitting since Mark couldn't sleep and was contemplating what had happened today in Ms. Hexon's eighth grade class. It was unnatural.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 5 years ago in Fiction
Wolf Within
PROLOGUE Raoul Ujarakson was normally a patient man. He was not accustomed to fits of rage, like the one that consumed him as he fled down the castle steps toward the stables.
By Wolf5 years ago in Fiction
Asylum of the Green Lights
So the initial start was questionable especially when every green light flashing and blinking seemed to take control of something on my body. Those green lights were controlling my every move including the blinking of my eyes. It seemed to be the bright green light that held my eye blinks to a measured rhythm, but it was the dark green light that managed my brain n body, thought n movement, forcing me to think that I am a robot or some kind of artificial human form being tested for specifically designed functioning purposes. No! I exclaimed loudly in my mind I can't be anything else, I am human, but I still had no authority over myself I was under control.
By Gayland Coles5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
Pulling off of the road to check my phone, I realise that I have very little battery left. “Great. I am lost and I have no means of direction if my phone dies!” The tears begin to flow, streaming down that of my face like droplets of rain would if it were to wash over the surface of glass. My mind races, navigating the spectrum of my comprehensive awareness in an attempt to find a rational meaning of that which has just unfolded, but only becoming further acquainted with its inability to make any sort of sense of the situation. “What the fuck am I going to do?” According to my maps, the nearest town is only ten minutes away. I decide to head there in the hopes that I may find a service station that which sells phone chargers.
By Lauren Davey5 years ago in Fiction
Some sad, non-living beings
The typewriter made the normal clickety click noise as the typing continued. It felt sad, a strange kind of sadness engulfed him. It felt, what if it could have resisted whatever was getting typed. What if, it could stiffen the keys so that hitting the buttons ended up getting nullified and the letter never ever got completed. But that won't be possible. It won't be possible to stop the typing of the letter which would drastically change a small child's life. The child, whose name was written as Sahana, is getting transferred to an orphanage by her own parents. The reason for which, the typewriter didn't know. The only thing that it could feel was the sadness and the want to reverse the things or stop them. But does it have a say, no it doesn't. It can only let the thing happen, and stare in sadness towards the child, who stood in front of it, bewildered!
By somsubhra banerjee5 years ago in Fiction
The beginning of a new age?
“Mom? Mom?!” A small child screamed as the found the character from their favorite book standing before them; with the same dazed look they had in that moment. Else where in the world other children were discovering new skills and abilities they never would have imagined having. But one child who was watching the stories unfold on the news and thought something else entirely; This is will a grinding halt to human advancements....
By Eddie Rodgers5 years ago in Fiction