Fantasy

Macaria
Kelly Daorcy steepled cold fingers over steaming tea, sitting in front of a coffee shop on 39th street. It was September, and the summer had been hot, but August had waned quickly, pulling colour from the few leaves downtown had to offer. Home, for her, had always been more upstate, the acres and acres of trees and the winding country roads being rich with the change of the seasons, but here in the city, one hardly noticed the world turning, save that it got colder.
By Shiv MacFarlane5 years ago in Fiction
Sly Sir Samuel Steals Sweets!?
Sly Sir Samuel stood poised to enter the steep, sloping tunnel into the dark dungeon. His enchanted cloak (well, really a woolen blanket his mother knitted) hung low over his head and draped over his shoulders. Footwear had proved troublesome for his sneaking, what with all the squeaking the leather made with each step, so he’d left his shoes behind. His leather armor (truly, a roughspun shirt that fit far too tight) would protect him should he come to blows with the great guardian creature below, but he preferred not to get in a tussle this day. Sir Samuel wielded no weapons. They were at the blacksmith for improvements (actually, they were taken when his mother caught him practicing flourishes on her flowers). Ready as he would ever be, he took his first tentative step into the descending corridor.
By Joshua R. Leuthold5 years ago in Fiction
The Green Man
The hills were alive with the sound of frenzied hardanger fiddling, high pitched screams, outraged shouts. Amazing how pervious a renovated barn became, packed with disgruntled guests attending wedding festivities only to imbibe food and drink. Such behavior might have been expected from a hungry populace ordered to fund the elaborate repair of a dilapidated barn and then witness the marriage between their King and his reluctant bride.
By Barbara Steinhauser 5 years ago in Fiction
A Child Pirate's Swindle
“What do you think it is?” Frankie looked at the others whose faces showed similar degrees of disgust. Tommy, the eldest of the child pirates, shoved Frankie toward it. “Why don’t you find out for us?” Frankie fell and his knee’s impact to the ground reopened his fresh scab. He wiped the blood with his thumb then stuck it in his mouth.
By Cassidy Barker5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Cake
We were thrown into an infinite universe and from it making created a finite game. We were thrown into an infinite universe and from its inception, falsely (conceptually) created a finite game.
By Sophia Laurel Pack5 years ago in Fiction
Childish Imaginings
Amelia was a peculiar child. She always spoke about nonexistent creatures as if she spent time with them. So, when she spoke about wood nymphs and faeries we all just kind of ignored her and wrote it off as the imaginings of a small child. That was until something very strange happened.
By Dawn Snyder5 years ago in Fiction
The River and Two Options
I woke up drowning, or very close to it. I had no sense of direction, no idea how long I had been here, or where here even was. I felt my lungs burning.
By Gregory D. Welch5 years ago in Fiction
The Chocolate Cake
As Amy and Eric stepped through the mirror and entered another realm - their grandma hugged them tightly. "Welcome," she said through tears and kisses and hugs. Amy and Eric couldn't believe it. They were still not sure if they were dreaming, but it seemed so real. Grandma started to walk down the corridor they had stepped into, and Eric took her hand. Meanwhile, Amy looked back to the mirror they had just walked through and wondered if it was too late to step back out? What about their granddad? He would be so worried when he comes home from town. Could they leave him a note? She pondered... oh, her grandma and Eric were already ahead of her... from fear of being separated, she ran over to the others and grabbed her grandmother's other hand.
By Catharina E Santasilia5 years ago in Fiction
A While to Find you
Sophia felt the mist of slumber slowly evaporate as early morning rays flickered over the tops of her closed eyelids. She remained semi unconscious as long as possible trying to chase a dream already lost to oblivion. A tingling sensation lingered at the centre of her forehead. She raised a hand to it and winced. What the hell? She thought. She swung her legs over and looked into the vanity mirror only to notice a small burn mark right between her eyebrows.
By sylvana lee-jones5 years ago in Fiction
Moorish Pie
Once in the realm of Albion was the kingdom of silver sun. Wend-bloom was its name oft sung by peasant, lord, and merchant tongue. Uriah Wend was its sovereign, who was the mold of squarish chin. His majesty gained the height of praise, in his lord’s holy crusade. When returned they did parade, and he did bed the fairest maid. All girls his Queen bore to him, and hopes of heir became quite slim. This grieved the King in Albion, and for years he labored for a son. To no avail did effort yield, that masculine form to be revealed. So shunned he felt, Wend Majesty, by his lord of Galilee. So he bequeathed power to air, and its prince from gale did hear.
By Brian Keith McMurray5 years ago in Fiction
Vessels (Part 1)
Seven years had passed since the embalmer raised the dead, and now it was time to send them out west after all their hard work. It was only right and proper.
By Rachael Dunn5 years ago in Fiction
Letters from a Small Town Wizard
Remove the following letters from general correspondence and forward them to the Department of Mystery for future investigation: J2-116A, J2-116B, and J2-116C. In addition, package J2-116D is to be held in an antimagic containment vault. Label them as low priority as the situation appears to have solved itself.
By K. Rhen Hunt5 years ago in Fiction