Fantasy
Sic Mundus Creatus Est. Content Warning.
Walking slowly along a narrow corridor submerged in semi-darkness I wondered where it would lead me. From my earliest age I had shown a curious disposition; for everything that seemed meaningless I had to find a way to solve that intricate mystery, even at the cost of performing inappropriate acts and looking where it was best to keep the eyelids closed. My parents had often scolded me for this behavior, telling me it would lead me to no good. In my entire life I never wanted to disobey, bringing them pain and shame; I loved my parents, also because they were the only people capable of understanding me and being close to me. But the impulse dictated by the thirst for knowledge hammered in my head like a persistent echo; indomitable. There was never silence. Everything around me gave birth to questions and mysteries to solve; I couldn't stop. I was born as the embodiment of sin.
By Cecilia Maria Cimmino3 years ago in Fiction
Just A Dream
My bed is gone. The world has gone white. I can’t see the moon, but it reflects off a million snow crystals making the world just bright enough. I look down at my frozen toes and let out a scream. The sound is completely swallowed up by the snow blanketed forest. My boots have been ripped away by curved black claws. My pants replaced by mottled grey and white fur. My knees are bent the wrong way, and my thighs are pure muscle.
By Amber Toney3 years ago in Fiction
The Obsidian Shadows
In a realm veiled in perpetual darkness, where the air was thick with a sense of foreboding, and shadows danced with an eerie life of their own, existed a mysterious and desolate land. This dark realm, known as Umbra, was home to creatures that lurked in the obsidian depths, unseen by the eyes of mortals.
By Mason Darnielle3 years ago in Fiction
Shimmers Between Worlds. Top Story - February 2024.
The ice crystals swirl in the freezing air, snow forming before his face. As the wind picks up, the snow shards move faster and faster in a flurry around his head, making him lose track of his surroundings. Not knowing which way is up and which is right, he shuts his eyes. When he opens them, he can see the image forming, clear as it can be through the blizzard happening before this wall of ice - he sees himself from the back, trading goods at an outdoor market - in another world, another life. He sees where he is somewhere else. Another gust of wind and a new flurry of snow, reveals the image of him cozy in a cabin, before a warming fireplace, holding his newborn daughter, his wife sitting beside them - a family he doesn't have here.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
UniRainbow
Beautasia the unicorn loved to watch the rainbows. On any damp, cool day after the rains fell, you will find her on a hilltop or the tallest mound admiring the wonderful magic of arching colors high up in the sky. She always looked around carefully to make sure that the inquisitive beings who were always searching for her were not around to disturb her sky gazing moments. She was the last unicorn in existence, Beautasia had searched high and low to try to find others like herself, but alas, she had found none so far. Still, she will never give up her search.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
