Fantasy
Halloween Rodeo
Warm days had fled and the crisp autumn temperatures brought colored leaves and chilly mornings. Carved pumpkins, scary decorations, and fall colors were put out adding a splash of life and fun to the brown yards around town. Teri and Rodrigo were excited for the upcoming Halloween festivities and had spent hours working on their costumes. Well, mostly Teri’s costume as it required the most work to bring together. Every weekend and some weekdays for the last month had been spent working hard on their costumes. They finished everything up the day before Halloween and were ecstatic about going to school to show off their hard work. Teri had turned her wheelchair into a raging rodeo bull complete with some stuffed pants and cowboy boots down each side to make it look like she was riding the bull. Rodrigo had dressed as a rodeo clown so they could be a matching pair. Halloween day they rode together to school, both chatting excitedly about their outfits and all the fun-filled activities their teacher and the school had planned for the day.
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Fiction
Whisper's Folly
Whisper was so close. The undergrowth, dense with years of vines and dirt was slowly giving way to her relentless determination. She knew that beneath this unremarkable place would be a chamber and inside, her prize. For the first time in as long as Whisper could remember, she let herself reflect on the difficult, unpleasant road that had led her to this moment. Her mind drifted as she worked her way towards her salvation.
By David Collings5 years ago in Fiction
Nights of Dragons and Genies: Chapter 2
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By Grant Alexander Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The Bow
For the prologue to this story, find it here: The Bow, Prologue Present Day; July 29th, 2016 “My goodness, You look absolutely stunning” the words of her best friend were all but comforting. Quinn sized herself up in the mirror, pursing her lips as she checked out her simple dress once more.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Fiction
The bull pen 🐂
she was scared. The night was approaching in the sky was turning dark. There was clouds coming from the west and there was a slight fog that started to appear. She was stuck cold and alone I’m feeling pretty stupid for even attempting to even go near this dreadful, horrible place. Once the sunset she was doomed and if she didn’t leave pretty soon then she would become part of the bullpen.
By Magdala Content5 years ago in Fiction
In The Woods
Complete darkness fills everything as though someone has just turned off the light, there was sunshine everywhere just a moment ago, it poured trough the gaps between leaves of the trees painting the forest into warm shades of yellow and orange. Now it’s so dark that he can’t see anything except formless black shapes of oak trees less than a meter ahead, the rest of the forest, the field, the world and the day are consumed by eternal, endless night. He gets confused for a moment, then decides that he must have gotten lost, walked too far into the forest and now thick foliage won’t let through enough sunlight. This is not the best explanation, not the most plausible, but his mind needs to cling to some semblance of common sense and might as well cling to this.
By Oksana Dolna5 years ago in Fiction
Winter's Passage
Yukimi flew, and the train of her kimono, made of the lightest silk, billowed in her wake. The winter breeze tossed and played with it as the blades of her ancient, wobbly skates sliced through the ice. It mattered little that the straps bit into her skin when a single smooth stroke could send her to the far end of the pond.
By Amanda Osterday5 years ago in Fiction
Rex Draco Farm
As the weeks pass, the oranges, reds, and yellows of Fall surrender to the brown and green of evergreens and the white of freshly fallen snow. The fresh smells of mid-December fill the air. As the year fades, Draco and his tree grew with each day that passed by. Mia and Arthur had taken to the news that the appearance of a true dragon forever changed their lives.
By Chris James5 years ago in Fiction
Turquoise Moon: Part 2
As Jane sat in the coffee shop and was finishing her pumpkin spice latte' she still pondered on what had just happened. Jane still didn't want to get her hopes up and believe that Jessica was possibly interested in her. Jane heard a Green Day song entitled 'I'm Still Breathing' start to play on the stereo as she drank the last couple sips of her coffee, so she listened. After the song ended she left and thought of the wise words of the lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong. The lead singer was always there to comfort her and relax her mentally. Jane then proceeded to leave Sip n' Chill and walked down the street. She looked at the paper Jessica had handed to her and felt emotions of bliss. She felt it was almost a dream come true. She stared at Jessica's handwriting and told herself to just play it cool and go home to think. Jane went home, sat on the coach, had a monster and looked at the page Jane had ripped out of her journal. Jane decided to wait some time to call.
By Karly Krull5 years ago in Fiction
