Fantasy

crystal fate
Ehi walked through the grass that tickled her shins with each step. Her weekly trek out onto the plain was accompanied by a brightly lit full moon this time, with equally luminous stars. She held a stick for self defense and carried a small straw bag with a water pouch and other items she wanted to show the moon.
By Tia Monte2 years ago in Fiction
Paul Simon: A Musical Legend and Storyteller
Paul Simon, brought into the world on October 13, 1941, in Newark, New Jersey, is one of the most compelling vocalist lyricists ever. With a vocation crossing more than sixty years, Simon has made a permanent imprint on the music business, mixing types, societies, and narrating into his work.
By MST SALMA KHATUN2 years ago in Fiction
What Really Happened In Hamelin?
The town of Hamelin had a serious rat infestation. They were everywhere. Many blamed the poor for attracting the pests. While the poor blamed the rich who enjoyed the crapulence of a life of luxury.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Little Matchstick Girl
The little girl, pale, frail with dirty tresses of blonde hair, stood in the dark and the cold, selling matchsticks. They were all she had, aside from the rags on her back, from home. Not that the cottage where she once lived could ever be really called a home.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Real Tale of Jack and Jill
Have you ever heard the tale about Jack and Jill and their attempts to fetch a pail of water from the well at the top of a hlll? I bet you've heard the clean and whimsical cut, and not the one that will make you sick to your gut.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
VIOLET AND ROSE
VIOLET AND ROSE Forever friends ^*^*^*^ “Violet, I’m beyond restless. How many times have I walked through this little yard, said hello to the same people, looked at the same trees and flowers. There have been too many times to count. I need to get out! Move around. Meet new people. See new things!”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
Becoming Nothing
AUTHOR: This is the next chapter in The ShambElla Saga, where we'll hear a new Doosermon... NARRATOR: You're not going to call it that. Surely.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
BYOG
You’re nervous. This is the first time you’ve been to one of these. The first time you’ve been invit-ed to one of the most exclusive events on the planet. The kind of event that can only happen when the largest tech company on the planet breaks the code, splits open space and time, and reveals gods.
By thWrtr2 years ago in Fiction
The Tenth Strike
The stick, and the hilltop. The stick brings the stick-bearer back to the hill. Renny, like the others, came and comes and will come, and she always bears her stick. Her best friend Amador bears his own, and tonight is their bonfire. They start the dance, the battle-dance, swinging their sticks with every spark of power and speed in their bodies, cracking their sticks together as the warm stars kindle overhead. The others clap in time, and dance around them, and the hard rattan wood rings and clatters till the friction makes visible smoke. Then Master Cresas calls, “Break!”
By Norman Grey, Esq.2 years ago in Fiction
Love in the Shadows
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Encounter Aarav was never one for love stories. As a skilled hacker and part-time stand-up comedian, his life was already a weird mix of chaos and humor. But everything changed when he met Zoya.
By zaibali2 years ago in Fiction
Un-Valentine Me
The Lamia girls were busy discussing their plans for Valentine’s Day in the coffee shop. They were too deep into their talk to pay attention to the other customers around them. Therefore, none of them noticed the smartly-clad young man enter the shop and walk over to their table until he cleared his throat. Looking up at him, they all groaned aloud upon seeing him.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
Sarah found sanctuary in the shadows of the Duomo's crypt. As light filtered through narrow windows, she finally had a chance to study the manuscript properly. But something was wrong. Pages she had memorized in 1924 were different now – some text had vanished entirely, while new passages appeared in their place.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction