Fantasy
Friday's child
One day, over in the ancient lands of Mornkiss, the town of Friday was experiencing a spot of trouble. Not because its name sounds like a day in our world, but because on the fourth and final day of their week (Thendersday), crowds of townsfolk were attempting to leave the town by its only gate.
By S. T. Buxton3 years ago in Fiction
Runaway
The silence is deafening. Dustin strains to hear if the old man is still breathing, but stays as far from the stinking, slumped form as possible in the dilapidated one-room shack. At last a ragged inhale, rasping and gasping, gives Dustin the courage to drag his beaten body towards the door. The belt lays on the floor where the old man dropped it. Dustin knows he has to leave. This is no way to live and his mother’s death months earlier makes him realize things are never going to get better. He pulls himself upright, inspecting the damage – bleeding gash across his wiry chest, bruises the color of stinky cheese emerging, his head pounding with the hateful words and Jim Beam bottle hurled at him moments before his stepfather passed out. He needs to make some distance before the old drunk comes to.
By Cathy Schieffelin3 years ago in Fiction
The Carnival of Shadows
In the sleepy town of Willowbrook, where time seemed to drift lazily along, a whisper passed through the streets like a gentle breeze. It spoke of a mysterious carnival that appeared in the dead of night, its arrival heralded by the haunting melody of a calliope and the flickering glow of ethereal lights.
By M.Kamran Shaukat3 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Woods
Sometimes, I heard the woods whisper. I heard them whisper for the first time two years ago. I was inspecting the bulldozer line for what would be my stock fence, the fence that would keep my herd of goats from going into the woods to eat what they shouldn't. The twigs and unmasked clay crunched beneath my feet as I marched its length. Overturned trees and shrubs laid at all angles, exposed roots grasping at the passing breeze. Crickets chirred, hidden in the greenery. Words came to me, unbidden, from the edges of my perception:
By Kimberly J Egan3 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Ardanor. Runner-Up in Whispering Woods Challenge. Top Story - April 2024.
The trees are talking. At least that's what it sounded like to Rin, he could hear the birds tweeting, and the rustling of leaves replying. He imagined deep and long conversations happening between all the creatures of the forest and the trees of old.
By Liam Storm3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Ardia: A Whisper of Waking
A pair of chattering squirrels wound themselves up, down, and around the trunks of two enormous trees. The noisy critters were completely oblivious to the green eyes surrounded by freckled brown skin that watched their every movement.
By D.K. Shepard3 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Woods
Once upon a time, in a land far away, nestled amidst rolling hills and shimmering lakes, there lay a forest unlike any other. It was known far and wide as the Whispering Woods, a place of mystery and magic where the trees were said to possess a wisdom as old as time itself.
By ittzz4u the best for you.3 years ago in Fiction
