Fantasy
The Seven Houses of Sin
Men are quick to believe what is already true in their minds. I stood in front of the mirror in a hotel room thinking these words to myself. I often forget that other people struggle with their own problems because I am so wrapped up in my own, living in sin. People only see what you expose.
By Stephanie Michelle5 years ago in Fiction
Battle's End
The armored hand reached down and lightly caressed the flower that had, amazingly, been left untouched. The battle was over, and victory had come at a tremendous price. However, amid the chaos and carnage, this small flower had somehow not been stepped on, bled on, or touched in any other way, as far as the warrior could tell. “I wonder if you even realize what went on here?” he thought. “Or how miraculous your situation is?” The small petals of blue, white, and yellow stuck out in stark contrast to all the red that permeated the battlefield. The warrior slumped and sat down next to the flower feeling far older than his 52 years. Years of battle and adventure had taken their toll on his body. Next to him was the body of the one of the orks that had allied with the Erik Beldawn in his misguided attempt to seize the thrown of the late King Asher III. Joatham had taken its arm off and still the thing refused to fall. If it hadn’t finally fainted from loss of blood, it well may have been Joatham lying there dead as well. He had bashed the creatures head after it fell, just to be sure it would never rise again.
By Brian Nixon5 years ago in Fiction
The Labyrinth and the Minotaur
When I was a little boy my Nana would tell me stories about an ancient labyrinth that was guarded by a great beast. A great beast with the head of a bull but stood on two legs like a man. It was taller than man and stronger than beast. It was a monster but there were names for monsters like the great beast my Nana described to me. Minotaur. She told me that naughty little boys and girls were sent to the labyrinth as punishment when they did not listen to their elders. The children would be tossed down a well that led to somewhere far below the Earth's surface. There the children would be trapped, lost and alone as they were left to wander the endless corridors of the ancient labyrinth. The children were always frightened and the minotaur would watch the children, stalking them as they searched for their way home. If they could not find the right path then the minotaur would deem the children unworthy and eat them. The minotaur would pick the children up by their ankles and gobble the children whole.
By Jessica Burns Piraino5 years ago in Fiction
LOST CITY
Well, that last bit of the story sure is a big pill to swallow. Every time I ever heard my mama telling the story of creation, I was astounded at how many things had been changed to cover the truth. The story doesn’t end there though. If the story ended at the death of Nimue and Niams’ great-great-grand-daughter, then none of us would be here today and America would not exist. Let’s pick up where we left off.
By Greylee Tynewise5 years ago in Fiction
The Thirteenth Constellation
Astra woke to shaking. These were the Earth Rumblings, particularly bad for a Taurus and the other Earth signs. A pit in her stomach grew like a tiny speck of dust into a black hole, consuming all her thoughts and ability for reason, typically one of her strengths. A thunderous crack spread through her core, and then the shaking stopped. The quiet of the night returned, but sleep evaded her.
By Kiersten Kelly5 years ago in Fiction
Rage Within
Rage Within I sat back in the old, torn barber shop style chair taking deep breaths. The whir of the tattoo machine reminding me of the pain that was about to begin. I felt the trace paper removed slowly and carefully from my left upper arm area and I close my eyes hoping that will help. The needle makes contact with my skin and my eyes fly open in panic but I know this is only the first thirty seconds of a long 4.5 hour ordeal. The tattoo was standard for anyone who wished to attend college. A bull, about six inches long, its horns up and to the right, its left hoof flexed, its body prepared to wage war. This was required of all attendees and I knew this would be worth it to be able to provide for my sick mother and younger brother.
By Christina Holmes5 years ago in Fiction
Twilight Dance
Katia shivered as she crawled. Although she was unfamiliar with where she was, the air was chilly, and the dampness of the sand she crawled on only intensified the cold. Still, she decided to continue to move in order to keep warm, through the narrow darkness, not concerning herself with what little creatures or potential dangers she could encounter.
By Anna Gilchrist 5 years ago in Fiction
Talons on our Tail
Watching Steve get turned into an 80 foot chicken, or at least 80 foot chicken legs supporting a barn, was about as weird as it gets. I only saw it from the rear view mirror. I couldn’t get away fast enough. The dad guy said he thought the barn would be moving north, so I wanted to put as much distance between us as possible. We sped down 169 in a direction that said south.
By Anton Crane5 years ago in Fiction
So It Came To Be
Pardat sighed as he leaned over the body laying in the growing field of white around them. This had been his wife, Fadwa, who stood beside him since the first light of time. She had been an Archangel, a being of radiance and power, as Pardat himself was a Titan, an archetype of Reality through whom the principles of creation flowed. Together they had walked side by side, footfalls leaving imprints in the fabric of Reality to make realms which would become as dreams, and dreams which would birth stories for those who had created them.
By Shiv MacFarlane5 years ago in Fiction
