Fantasy
Something Special
Smiling used to come natural to Margaret. She would wake up and as soon as she realized where she was and who she was…a slow smile would take over her face. It would start at the edges of her mouth and with a tingly feeling it would rise gently into a grin. The grin would ignite the eyes into a joyous twinkle. The Twinkles turned to giggles and anyone and everyone who saw Margaret would get butterflies in their stomachs. But not today.
By Michael Fry5 years ago in Fiction
Saving Sterilus
*************************** The tale of the kingdom of Sterilus overcoming in winter, being frozen over in a day had spread far and wide. It was said a cold hearted ice king had swallowed up the kingdom and took Princess Eira as his bride. This did not sit well with King Gregory of Isglad, a kingdom not far from Sterilus. The two kingdoms were supposed to bind their aliment with the princess’s hand to the king. The king sent word to all the kingdoms within the land to help aid in recovering Sterilus and rescuing the princess.
By Elizabeth Leblanc5 years ago in Fiction
Happy Birthday Carter
Carter loved getting presents like every other kid on the planet. His birthday was coming up so he was hoping for gifts in all shapes and sizes. You see, Carter was not a boy who expected or demanded, but he did wish and hope. It was his 7th birthday, so he hoped for some toys and wished for some friends to play with. Carter was homeschooled so he played with kids at the playground, beaches, aquariums, and play centers, but never at home, on his block, or in his neighborhood. He imagined a birthday party where all the kids wore birthday hats, played games, blew bubbles, and ate cake and candy all day. There were so many kids! He would have a bounce house, slides, a pool, and some farm animals. That would be the perfect birthday. But Carter did not expect any of those things, just hoped and wished and anticipated presents in all shapes and sizes.
By Christina DeFeo5 years ago in Fiction
The Meeting
Part 3 of "The Scarecrow" The last thing I had expected that day was for Henry Weston’s nephew to show up, asking questions about the scarecrow Raincrest. I had been out of contact with him for nearly thirty years, and that was enough to satisfy me. I knew he was safe. I knew he was loved and cared for. I knew the witches who created him for their own amusement and abuse would never get their filthy hands on him.
By Catherine Kruger5 years ago in Fiction
Pinnacle Posture & Exalted Discipline
Weight of the world will drag us down. Under this weight we must not frown. As royal blood Sol is our crown. Sol’s posture is rigid & tight. Fearless & true loves the upright! All things are pure within his sight. Our sun is strong under pressure. His power cannot be measured. To watch the world is his pleasure. Some will say God is just a grouch. When we’re rigid he’s on the couch. As he is poised we tend to slouch. Only his best can keep in step. All the rest were left as they slept. Always the best the light has kept. A walk with Sol is a mission. Obstacles melt in his vision. His course he sets with precision.
By David Duran 5 years ago in Fiction
The Royal Smith: Preview Part I
James Reichert doodled simplistic and poorly drawn images of swords on the piece of parchment in front of him while his teacher, Lord Benjamin Lerich, droned on about the fragile, political relationships of their kingdom. A subject that the Lord and young Prince would normally have fervidly discussed with one another. In fact, James would be on his second sheet of paper due to the sheer amount of notes he would usually take during the lectures, only drawing symbols to help connect related information to one another.
By Paul Willis5 years ago in Fiction
Boxed
I killed a goldfinch yesterday. I felt nothing. Well, that’s not entirely true; the moment before I struck it, I felt something like lust. I envisioned the stupid bird split open, blood seeping through its brightly ruffed throat, and I was aroused. But then, after the murder, as with all of my killings, I felt nothing. Certainly not remorse.
By P. D. Murray5 years ago in Fiction
Brown Box
When it arrived, nobody really thought much about it. An unmarked package wrapped in a brown paper bag dropped off on the stoop of an inn at the crossroads in the middle of the night. The keeper of the inn discovered the package just as the sun began to rise on the horizon amid her early morning chores. She had very little time this morning to think much of it, and so she called for one of her sons to store it in the attic to be fetched later.
By Michael Bivens5 years ago in Fiction
The One That Got Away
The One That Got Away By Jamey O’Donnell Lyman Ayres wasn’t much different than any other 9-year-old boy growing up in Mankato, Minnesota, and like all of his friends and family, he loved to fish, and was looking forward to the day when he’d be able to go with his dad ice fishing.
By Jamey O'Donnell5 years ago in Fiction
