Fantasy
Frederick the Fridge Elf
Down Wattle Lane in a cream brick house lived the Alder family, Mum, Heather, Dad, Mark, and two teenage children, Juliet and Ross. As you walk in the red front door and past the formal lounge and dining, past the staircase that led to the bedrooms and through the living area, you reach the kitchen. In the spacious kitchen was a sprawling island bench, a row of cupboards and a picturesque view out the bay window to the back yard and tree-filled reserve beyond. Also in the kitchen was an enormous refrigerator with two doors above and a freezer drawer below.
By Conny van Balen5 years ago in Fiction
The Truce
King Raïm of North Sayfair stared at the wall of the luxurious anteroom. The vacant castle, reserved for meetings in the neutral territory of Middle Sayfair, was given a deep clean and polish in time for such a monumental occasion. The torchlight bounced off of the lustrous golden walls giving the room a rich, warm glow. Queen Maisie stared at the king, his blonde beard was neatly trimmed to a point. He seemed transfixed with the wall. She cleared her throat.
By Joseph DelFranco5 years ago in Fiction
Nosferatu with a Box
Alexandros Papadopoulos regarded the box wrapped in brown paper. He wanted to shake the box a bit, like a kid trying to guess at a Christmas present. Instead, he sat in the cool night air and stared at the package. The porch light flipped on, blinding him for a second, and out stepped Tempe, his witch friend. She held a mug smelling of apples, and he asked, “Hard Cider?”
By Kat Dehring5 years ago in Fiction
The Cauldron
Sliding into the apothecary, my mother laughed as my socks sailed on the waxed wood, I held out my arms, as if to present myself for the very first time. Unfortunately, the flooring was out to get me it seemed, my momentum landing me on my bum. I gasp but mostly laugh at myself, standing to face her.
By Abigail Dorothy5 years ago in Fiction
Consequences
The Hand of the Queen, newly anointed as a vampire, found herself being dragged to the only person she answers to; the Queen of Meriaan. She half expected that she would be in this current predicament because she had taken it upon herself to become a vampire. No one, not even her queen, demanded it or even desired it. However, being stripped down to only your undergarments and being chained at your wrists and ankles felt as if things were going too far.
By Colin Gleason5 years ago in Fiction
Self Indulgence
Elynn doesn’t even know why, or even how, she let her best friend, Meredith, to convince her to come to this run down shack across town. Supposedly Elynn was battling inner demons which were affecting her life and this ‘Seer’, would help cleanse her of those demons. Hence, why she is standing alone outside of a dingy, shack looking building with crystals and wind chimes hanging from the rails.
By Jaliisa Watt 5 years ago in Fiction
The Late Jade Wildheart
Shrouded in darkness they sat, contemplating their peculiar circumstances. A short, nearly bald man in a bulging, three-piece denim leisure suit sat rigidly in a loudly patterned accent chair. Fifteen floors up in a moderately expensive hotel chain, deep in downtown Los Angeles, the night sky was starless from the artificial glow of streetlights and signs.
By Jasper A. Flintsmith5 years ago in Fiction
A Sprinkle of Mystery
Part 2 of "The Scarecrow" Even though this little town has seen magic of varying kinds before, it didn’t stop the incident with my uncle’s scarecrow from being a mystery—to me, at least. It was very cut-and-dry to an outsider, and what goes on in my family is none of their business.
By Catherine Kruger5 years ago in Fiction
The Dancers Chocolate
It's lonely being a striptease dancer. Now she's gone. A ghostly dancer rolling inside a Maida Vale House. The rich geezer. The owner of the joint from the nightclub she seductively ripped her knickers off in. He dragged her to a Maida Vale house to murder her inside his aphrodisiac sins. He grinned a big chocolate grin. He never forgot his chocolates. Used them as tools for seduction of his dancers. Each one who towed the line ended up inside his chocolate tent. The house in Maida Vale that sits on a hill with evil intent.
By Black Dog Productions5 years ago in Fiction
So Moves The Blossoming Mountain
Extract from ‘The Mani Wars of Antiquity’, Chapter 7: Undertows The great thread of slums that fester beneath almost all of the floating cities are formed when the Upperworlds are wrenched up and out of the ground. Often flanked by sunken cliffs that rise up to meet the underside of the hovering domes above them, these unfortunate Undertows see little natural sunlight and are sunken, vice-riddled places. Where fizzing coal plant quarters belch pollution across some of these opaque favelas, others are illuminated almost entirely by torchlight. But what sticks with you, above all, is the sharp and fetid stench of their filthy, rancid streets and the cut-purse mentality of its many thousand whore-born children.
By Boyd Isitt5 years ago in Fiction
