Fantasy

Mayday Country
They had two kids, two dogs, two cats, and had outgrown the city. Home was now Granite, about an hour and a half from proper downtown. In the early summer, they fell in love with a house older than their parents with a dozen acres of land that ran into an old pine tree farm. The house itself had a gray-blue brick exterior that reminded Sasha of the ocean waves before a storm, while it reminded Rupert of the color of his first car's faux-leather interior.
By M.J. Weisen5 years ago in Fiction
Hollow's Eve
Constant darkness, terror at every corner. Some of the most frightening creatures known to man. Believed to be so traumatizing for mankind that they opted to dismiss their presence altogether. Yet, their very existence proves that the top of the food chain extends far beyond what is taught in Academics. Fortunately for the feeble minds of humans, this world can’t be seen by the naked eye. It exists in a parallel layer on Earth that mimics our ecosystem in various ways, but is vastly different in others. Those who have had the misfortune to peak into this layer even for a glimpse had their minds forever trapped in insanity, incapable of comprehending what they witnessed. This is a world of horror… the realm of Hallows’ Eve.
By Aullonzo Thomas 5 years ago in Fiction
Siege
Jistan held the sword in a two-handed grip, arms extended to keep the sharp parts as far away from himself as possible. “It’s very…large,” he said lamely. He probably should have said ‘impressive’ or ‘amazing’. But it was just a long piece of sharpened steel.
By Kristen Slade5 years ago in Fiction
The Universe
She stands on the edge of a rooftop, toes curled over the edge. The night wind is soft on her skin, the fabric of her skirt fluttering gently off her legs. Everything is spread out beneath her, glittering lights she could hold in the palm of her hand if she reached out, cars bunched together at stoplights, crowds of people moving in streams. Up here she thought she would feel further apart from all the life laid out below, but instead she feels more a part of it than ever. A fish in a school, connected and grounded by the lives everywhere around her, yet only a small speck in an ocean unfathomably vast. She takes a step forward, watching her bare foot alone and exposed over the city, balancing her weight precariously on a single leg. She’s never been good at physical balance, body wavering in small eddies of self-correction, but even that feels good. Here, at the end of the world, there’s no more uncertainty.
By York S.5 years ago in Fiction
The Telltale Bull
Leaves crunch and twigs snap violently, as a frightened girl sprints from horror. It is long behind her, giving no chase, yet she cannot shake that which resides in her mind. Her brother, gone. Her parents, as well. All taken from her by a monstrous witch in the woods. What started out as a family camping trip, turned into a terror, unimaginable. She runs and runs. Into bushes. Into branches. She does not care. She is scratched and dirtied. She pays that no mind. How would she explain what had happened to others? How would she ask for help? She knows not these answers. Run, run, run. Live, live, live. She had that mantra focus her to do just that, for she did not know how to do anything else but that at the moment.
By Adam Franco5 years ago in Fiction
The Hierophant
There once was a bull named Hierophant. Known for his endless wisdom, Hierophant was mysterious, but also known to be trustworthy by nature. He spent his days in service to those in need of his wisdom and yet had of recent been starting to feel he lacked the perception needed to ameliorate his own internal conflict. There was a great Emperor who ruled over the kingdom, of whom Hierophant had not yet had the pleasure of meeting and felt he must do so in order to obtain knowledge of the self. He decided in his great wisdom that he must bring a gift with him. There was nothing more valuable than knowledge in Hierophant’s opinion, so he decided to visit some old friends.
By Adelae Guevara5 years ago in Fiction
Breaking Free
Ibani watched the farm animals each day from her hospital bed. She had lost count of how many agonizing days she had been trapped here and wondered if the poor creatures felt the same cooped up in their little pens. She felt the most empathy for the bull, so much wild strength held back in the smallest pen of them all.
By Alyssa Millsap5 years ago in Fiction
The "Divine" Bovine In Line
"Coalsprit... Coalsprit..." Coalsprit stirred at the sound of his name being whispered on the wind. He opened his eyes. It was not yet dawn. He closed them again. Whatever spirit or beast wanted his attention'd have to try harder than that at this hour.
By Chaotic Morphotic5 years ago in Fiction
Charging Bull and Fearless Girl
It was only at night that the Charging Bull could get some rest from the crowds. He didn’t mind people, as they were coming from all over the world to see him, and he liked listening to them chatter in different languages. But he did get tired of them rubbing his private parts for luck. And lining up to do so, on his both ends: To take a picture with his face and to rub his balls. The night brought some relief, even though there were still some late-night wanderers approaching him, at least it was not a constant stream of people.
By Lana V Lynx5 years ago in Fiction
Stone Tooth
Content Warning: childhood physical abuse, self-harm, substance abuse Evan’s father had rocks for knuckles. This was the reason why he won all the fights—both in the ring and at the bar. Because his father was always fighting someone, Evan was raised by uncles who weren’t really uncles, sitting in front of the TV as they watched his old man box another man down.
By Christina Lee5 years ago in Fiction
A zealous champion, all for naught.
The steps of heavy metal clomping onto the floor thundered on both beat and point, as the armored hunter trailed down the hall. He shoved the metal doors aside as the slam of their impact made his presence known in the midst of his employers. Five throned beings old in years, yet fair in appearance gazed upon the suited warrior, with a grin sliding across their faces. “Welcome back to our private chambers. We trust you were, successful, in your pursuits?” the Elder throned in the center of the five. The warrior kneeled before the elders in respect. “The insurgents were dealt with, as per your instruction, and the voice of the insurrectionists have been silenced, high sages of the five settings. Permanently. What else would you have me do, great ones?” the Warrior requested softly. The High Sages looked at him with a smile of surprise on their faces. Their very eyes clearly spoke of that they were impressed. “He was capable of dealing with the insurrectionists by himself, and was capable of discouraging any future dissent. He will be an instrument towards our vengeance, that much is certain,” the Sage at the center thought to himself.
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Fiction
An Olympian in New York
“What are you doing, Dad?” Apollo walked into the living room to see his father, Zeus, looking at a mobile phone and he was surprised. His father had been reluctant to embrace any technology more modern than the trident ever since he had moved into the new place in New York. Not waiting for the answer, he moved through to the kitchen to make himself a coffee. The first smell of the beans brought moisture to his mouth – as much as he had always enjoyed ambrosia back in the old days, he had to give it to the mortals for inventing coffee.
By Chris Cunliffe5 years ago in Fiction