Fantasy

Slumber Six
Avoiding her roommate wasn't easy as she'd hoped. But she had managed it. After a couple of weeks she had a schedule written up. How long she should stay in their shared room and when to leave. As well as nights when her roommate would just be gone. On those nights, she'd spend her time singing and dancing. Thing she'd do to de-stress back home. They made her feel more at peace at the school. Though those times were rare and few between. It seemed that Eleanor took delight in aggravating her. Spending a good portion of her time watching really loud action movies while she tried to sleep. Or playing video games that featured lots of explosions. A few times comming her boyfriend to 'talk'. Bijou wondered if it was bad to wish they'd break up.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
Slumber Seven
Thanking him, she turned to leave when he gripped her elbow. Her eyes widened slightly as she turned back to him. His expression was unreadable to her. And she tried to yank her arm back as his grip tightened on her. In a low voice, he said,"You need to be more careful with your things. Not everyone is going to be as kind as I am."
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
Slumber Eight
Herself? A target? For what? Who'd want to kill some random high school kid? Aside from cheap villains in kid cartoons or YA novels? It didn't really make much sense. And she stared at him for a second. In a low voice, she said,"That sounds like utter crap. There's no way that anyone would send that thing to kill me."
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
Slumber Five
Bijou didn't need to be psychic to understand that she was bad news. She didn't look friendly, nor did she make an attempt to be. And the way Eleanor spoke to her suggested that she wasn't interested in friends. Still, Bijou tried to be polite and introduced herself. The girl nodded her head slightly as if she wasn't really listening. Then she walked over to her side of the room and plopped down on her bed. She said,"I know you're probably not used to being in a place like this. And were probably hoping to make friends with me."
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
Slumber Nine
Getting ahold of Bijou's Aunts wasn't as hard as he thought. Telling them everything that happened on the other hand proved to be. Noctifer's connection wasn't as strong as he hoped. And his magic was barely keeping the line open. As they stood around his telecom screen. It flickered now and then as he restarted the link. Once Afua's face filled the screen again, Noctifer gave a sigh of relief. In a relieved tone, he said,"My apologies, Afua. Our signal isn't the best out here. I'm sorry that keeps happening."
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
Slumber Four
As they neared the city, Bijou started to feel anxious. This place was much bigger than she imagined it would be. And her stomach started twisting in knots all over again. There was no way she'd be able to wander the city. Not even if she wanted to, she'd get lost much too easily. And her hands twisted her shirt as she looked at Onyx. He seemed to be monitoring her reaction and thinking of how to react. Of his own accord, he grabbed her right hand gently and started rubbing it soothingly. In a calm voice, he said,"You'll be alright, Bijou. I promise that I'll be with you all the way."
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
Slumber Three
The morning of the move to the school was bright, cheery, and warm. It seemed absolutely wonderful. Yet it couldn't lift Bijou's spirits. This wasn't fair. All she did was make friends with someone. How in the world did that warrant her being tossed into some boarding school? It wasn't like she was going out of her way to do something dangerous. All of this didn't seem fair to her. And she had no choice but to go through with it.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
Slumber Two
And so, the pair met in secret for a few weeks. Onyx keeping Bijou's Aunts from finding out. It was hard to keep them from seeing what happened sometimes. Especially when Bijou couldn't be subtle to save her life. Then again, she never really learned to be. But despite this, they managed to see each other. Bijou and Tamifa. Both exploring the forest for things to scavenge. Things to just toy with and possibly sell in town, in disguise of course. After all, they didn't want people to find out about what they were up to. And so far, it worked out nicely.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
Slumber One
In a large home, deep in the woods there lives three women and one young child. The women were strong practitioners of magic. The oldest and wisest, Afua, was in charge of the girl's education. The second oldest and most kind, Sethunya, was in charge of her manners and grace. The youngest and weakest of them, Zina, was entrusted to teach her independence. And they had. Each of them had kept her close to the home they raised her in. And each of them raising her lovingly like any aunts would. Each warning her to be absolutely careful when walking the woods. And to keep her companion droid close as possible. To promise not to go off the path that they agreed upon. And she agreed.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
The Way Forward
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. He was too slow though, that grotesque and putrid creature, and I caught him in his dark green face with the back of my halberd, knocking him, sprawling and bleeding, back toward the stream. I finished that one off as he tried to roll away, but more were coming, rising out of the water like so many mutated nymphs, their inhuman faces agog with a bloodlust as strong as their stench.
By Laura Pruett2 years ago in Fiction
The clockmaker's secret . AI-Generated.
The Clockmaker's Secret In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and shimmering streams, there lived an old clockmaker named Elias. His workshop was a treasure trove of timepieces, each with its own story, ticking softly in harmony like a symphony of time. From grand grandfather clocks to delicate pocket watches, every creation was a testament to Elias's craftsmanship and love for his art. Despite his skill, the villagers often whispered about a peculiar clock hidden in the farthest corner of his workshop. This clock, unlike the others, never ticked. Its face was adorned with intricate carvings of celestial bodies, and the hands were forever stuck at midnight. No one knew where it had come from or why Elias kept it, but it had become the subject of endless speculation. One rainy afternoon, a curious girl named Lila ventured into Elias’s workshop. She had always been fascinated by the old man’s creations and spent many hours watching him work. But today, her gaze was drawn to the silent clock in the corner. “Why doesn’t that clock tick?” Lila asked, her eyes wide with wonder. Elias looked up, his wise eyes twinkling. “Ah, that clock holds a special secret, my dear. It is said to be a timekeeper of lost moments.” “Lost moments?” Lila echoed, intrigued. “Yes,” Elias continued, “many years ago, I crafted this clock using the remnants of time—fragments of moments that people wished they could reclaim. Each hour that passes represents a moment lost to regret or sorrow. The clock will tick again only when someone finds the courage to confront their past.” Lila felt a mix of curiosity and empathy for the clock. She wondered about the people who had lost moments worth reclaiming. Inspired, she decided she would help the clock fulfill its purpose. Over the next few weeks, Lila began visiting the workshop daily. She listened to the stories of the villagers—their joys, their sorrows, their regrets. One evening, as she was leaving, an idea struck her. She would host a gathering where everyone could share their stories, a space for healing and reflection. Eagerly, she shared her plan with Elias, who smiled knowingly. “You may just breathe life into the clock.” The following Saturday, the villagers gathered in the town square under a canopy of twinkling lights. Lila stood before them, her heart racing. “Tonight, we share our stories,” she announced. “Let us embrace our past, so we may move forward.” One by one, the villagers shared their tales. A mother spoke of the time she had lost touch with her daughter. An elder recalled his youthful dreams that never came to fruition. As each story unfolded, a palpable sense of catharsis filled the air. The weight of regret began to lift, and laughter mingled with tears. As the clock struck midnight, Lila noticed something magical. The hands of the forgotten clock in Elias’s workshop began to tremble. The villagers felt a breeze swirl around them, and in that moment, time seemed to pause. Elias, watching from a distance, felt a surge of joy. The clock’s hands moved slowly, tick by tick, as if acknowledging the shared moments of healing. With each tick, a soft glow enveloped the clock, illuminating the carvings of celestial bodies that now appeared more vibrant than ever. When the gathering concluded, the villagers left with lighter hearts, each carrying the hope of new beginnings. Lila returned to Elias’s workshop, where she found the clock ticking steadily for the first time in years. “Lila,” Elias said, his voice filled with warmth, “you have not only given the clock a new purpose but have also reminded us all that it’s never too late to reclaim lost moments.” From that day forward, the clock continued to tick, marking not just the passage of time but the courage it took to confront the past. Lila learned that while time cannot be reversed, the act of sharing and healing can create new moments worth cherishing. As seasons changed and years went by, the villagers often returned to the clockmaker’s workshop, sharing stories of hope and redemption, forever bound by the time they reclaimed together.
By Mohammad Hussaib2 years ago in Fiction
THE BEAUTY THAT LURED FOES AND SHATTERED LOYALTY
Once upon a time, in a vast and prosperous kingdom, there reigned a king named Alaric. Alaric was known for his wisdom and valor, having ruled with a fierce commitment to his people and an unbreakable sense of justice. However, what set Alaric apart from other rulers was his wife, Queen Lyra, whose beauty was said to surpass any woman in the known world. Her loveliness was matched only by her grace and kindness, and she quickly became the jewel of the kingdom, beloved by all. Kings and noblemen alike admired her from afar, but their admiration often turned into envy, jealousy, and sometimes, dangerous obsession.
By Sam Jethro 2 years ago in Fiction