Fantasy
Invisible Door
We had just moved into an old Victorian house, and we were still unpacking when my birthday came around; the occasion was bittersweet as the whole house was preoccupied with chores and unpacking boxes. I'm pretty sure that, with all the chaos, my family forgot it was my birthday. As the middle child of four kids with parents who never stop working, it's easy to be overlooked; Massie left early this morning, stealing the car and leaving, probably to drive three hours to see her boyfriend. Mom and Dad were livid when they woke up this morning to find that one of their cars was missing; they ran out of the house, taking Amy and May, the twins, with them, leaving me in an unfamiliar place. In their haste, they forgot I was still eating breakfast at the kitchen table. When they finally noticed, they just sent me a text saying how sorry they were; I didn't bother to reply, rolling my eyes and placing the phone on the table. And once again, I'm stuck being alone.
By Pamela_Ann953 years ago in Fiction
The Tree of Echoes
I don’t know how long I’ve been lost in this place. Time moves differently here, at a much slower pace. And while I remain a child in body, my mind and heart have continued to grow. I’ve also forgotten what my name used to be. I think it might have started with an A, or maybe a V.
By Violet LaVere (aka R.T. Edwins)3 years ago in Fiction
THE ACTS OF WITCHES
CHAPTER 4 I dropped the igba and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I got home at about past 2pm. It was only my mother and booda Tunji that were at home. I knocked for over thirty minutes but no one opened. So, I had to sit at the entrance and slept off. Suddenly, I heard a strange cackle and opened my eyes. I saw a very big and strange bird flying into the compound. It flew straight to the back of the house. I followed but lost sight of it. The back door was opened, so I entered through it. I hadn't the slightest idea that the door could be opened as I locked it myself before leaving the house. I walked straight to my brother's room to check his state of health. Maami was there sitting close to him. She was sobbing. I moved to the other side of the bed quietly and sat adjacent my mother. "Nibo lo ji lo ni oru? Mo lo si ibusun e, mi o de ri e?" Maami asked. I couldn't say a word because I was tired and feeling sleepy. I switched on the torch light of my phone, raised my heard so I could just shake my head in response to my mother's question. As soon as I torched the light in her face, I screamed and collapsed. I woke up in the morning with maami sitting close to me weeping profusely. "Se mo wa fe padanu omo meji leekan na? Leyin ti mo ti padanu omo mejo? Iru adanwo wo wa leleyi?" "Am I going to loss two children at a time? After losing eight in the past? What sort of temptation is this?" She said repeatedly" I laid there staring into her face. Whether I should pity a mother who had lost eight children and on the verge of losing the remaining two, or, to ask her questions on how I fainted? Or, should I just tell neighbours what made me collapsed? "Awon agba lo so wipe, ki n se oun gbogbo ti oju ri ni enu n so" Maami said, looking sternly into my eyes. I was gripped by a sudden shock. Dumbfounded for minutes. I turned my face away from hers as she continued sobbing. Then I immediately drifted into deep thought. What could that adage mean? "Kini mo ri ti o ye ki n so?" E bami bi Iya labake!
By raphwrites3 years ago in Fiction
The Turn of Fate
Author's note: This follows Trial by Fyra. Naythan threw himself to the side landing hard on the snow with a grunt. "Oh for god's sake. Not again." he grumbled, before he hastily got to his feet and dashed aside to avoid yet another blast from the sorceress. He ducked beside a tree trunk and peered around it to see Lor'kan still standing behind the sorceress, arms crossed, watching the proceedings with interest.
By Tomos Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
F.U.J.I.M.O.
I get it. I used your '57 Chevy without permission. But permission is for suckers! Truth be told, I like to think of my balls of steel as rolling thunder--ball-lightning thrown down the alley to the 7-10 split--on that bat out of Hell that is my pteropine stallion. 666 is the speed I drive.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Elizabeth’s Survival. Content Warning.
I’m inspired by Elizabeth’s survival. I’m inspired by the dragons by our side, the ones that left, the ones that returned, the ones in heaven, and the mighty one, fighting and surviving the hellish demon Oliver, a once-man. Inspired by a true story about the dragon by my side.
By Gary Lougheed3 years ago in Fiction
