Fantasy
No Iron in the Mushroom Circle
Large white mushrooms grew in a perfect circle at the edge of Sylvia's lawn. She cut the power to the lawnmower, wiped sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, and stepped closer. Sure, she'd seen mushrooms like this in the area before. And there must be a rational explanation for them growing in a circle. Her imagination drew her irresistibly closer anyway.
By Deanna Grey5 years ago in Fiction
They Call Me Avalon
I have been asleep so long that even in my dreams the memory of the hall, where I had been summoned and sent forth, were drifting into obscure nothingness. It used to be that every few centuries an adept would come along and offer me her body and being to wreak wondrousness upon the planet ... and then the memories of my sending would surge forth. But it has been a long time since the last one came and the memories are almost gone.
By Soleira Green5 years ago in Fiction
Turquoise Moon: Part 1
It was a rainy, Autumn Saturday morning as Jane walked to the local coffee shop Sip n' Chill. Jane was wearing her favorite Green Day band tee with her new skinny jeans and vans. Jane then approached the front door of the coffee shop and went inside. She ordered her favorite Fall drink, a pumpkin spice latte' and sat down in the corner by herself. She was just on Facebook talking to friends and listening to The Red Hot Chili Peppers and then she looked up and someone caught her attention. A beautiful woman around her age had walked in alone as well and Jane overheard her order the same drink, a pumpkin spice latte'. The other woman sat a table away from Jane so, Jane being the outgoing woman she is decided this was her opportunity to make a new friend.
By Karly Krull5 years ago in Fiction
The Hunters and The Hunted
Meet Marty “Theresa Holland, here. Live on the scene of the Giacomo House where authorities arrived after several gunshots were reported,” a young redhead stood before a news camera in front of a lavish Great Neck, Long Island home. The flashing lights of police vehicles and an ambulance could be seen behind her. “According to sources shots were fired by Nicole Giacomo, wife of the alleged Crime Boss, Onofrio Giacomo. It is rumored that the altercation was over an affair Mr. Giacomo was carrying on with a close friend of his wife. When the alleged perpetrator found out, she cornered the lover’s and opened fire.” The camera panned out to get a full shot of the house as the body bag was wheeled out. “From what it looks like,” the camera focused back on Theresa, “there is one dead and Nicole Giacomo has fled the scene.” A picture of a young woman came on the screen.
By Ashley Nicole5 years ago in Fiction
The Wudu Hollows
This is my last challenge in the Bardiché trials, to become a Kairu Mystic. Suffice it to say, because of this task, heat of trepidation boils to the surface of my flesh. It is the only undertaking, thus far, in which I have little to no control over the outcome. Either the ancestors will find me worthy, or they won’t. I relinquish the burden of worry, to the universe.
By Mark Bennett 5 years ago in Fiction
Forgotten Bull
It was a warm summer day when I saw the bull. He was a massive, black bull with huge horns that looked deadly if they were pointed at a person. He looked at me and I could see into his eyes. They were a warm, deep brown that reminded me of a dark oak wood. I tried to look away but couldn’t, it was as if he were trying to tell me something that I could not understand. A message from the gods, perhaps. Then it happened.
By Jessie D White5 years ago in Fiction
