Fantasy
Tales from the Misty Mountains
Located amidst the rugged terrain of the Misty Mountains, where the air is crisp with the scent of pine and the fog weaves intricate patterns throughout the ancient trees, there lies a village nestled amidst the rugged terrain nestled amidst the misty mountains. Located in the mists of the mountains, it is a place where legends whisper to children and adults alike through the mists, capturing the imaginations of both.
By Syed Shahmeer3 years ago in Fiction
The House. Top Story - February 2024.
The house wasn’t a home to any human. Anyone who’d ever been brave enough to venture into those woods knew that much, at least. But that wasn’t many people. The woods were pitch black in parts, and somehow seemed darker half of the time. No road led straight, and even the most accomplished trackers who’d tried to investigate the house came out of the woods days later, disoriented and battered, with no idea where they had been. It seemed the only way to find the house was by accident. Those who’d seen it were children, or teenagers, or sleepwalkers, or those so sad they’d simply wandered into the trees. The house called to them, and they answered. And sometimes, they came back.
By Emily Cummings3 years ago in Fiction
Ravenswood Origins
The stars shown us all the ways of the world. I had discovered this truth long ago when I was but of lesser age, I was one of the first in my family to have received an education, not just a home-study where one learns the work and ways of the world from and through family and their experiences, but I was given the opportunity to and receive a proper education from a tutor who said he taught the once and mighty Alexander, the one whose life was born in a feather that he wears upon his helmet. The man claiming this was one of elderly status, which here in Ravenswood, was nearly impossible. The average man and woman died at the old age of thirty, or somewhere before forty. This man had clearly surpassed the idea of death when hair was just to turn grey at spots, whereas this man, as I noticed upon his entering my father’s home upon invitation, was full grey and had a long shaggy beard that nearly touched his stomach. He walked hunched over and had a cane in his right hand to help him balance. He wore grey and black for his wardrobe, where his cloak that he took off and placed upon the rack, was blue.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Where Angels Tread. Content Warning.
When the Reverend Henry Chilton sees the angel, he drops to his knees sobbing with joy. The half-scribbled sheets of tomorrow’s sermon fly from his desk, floating down on a summer-scented breeze from the open window, and his teacup, caught by an unwary elbow, shatters into porcelain shards on the floor.
By Jean McKinney3 years ago in Fiction
Traces of Cinnamon and Rhodium. Top Story - February 2024.
This story was originally published in "The Fictioneer's Treasure Trove" on Medium. ************** Every time love struck… traces of cinnamon and rhodium were present at the scene. Every time love struck for Felicia, anyway.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction
Lost
Gracie was amazed at how far she could see. The hills and trees stretched forever and looked like Mother Earth had tucked them into bed with a fluffy white blanket. She wondered if there would be something interesting between the two hills she saw down below. The rocks going down the side of her hill looked easy to climb. Curious, she started down to see what was to be found.
By Becky Carter3 years ago in Fiction
Akari's Wish
Akari's heart pounded as she ventured into the icy wilderness, her mother's life hanging in the balance. Armed with only her wits and a wooden whistle, fashioned to mimic the Tane bird's song, she sought the mythical animal said to grant wishes. From the legend, she knew only that this creature appeared uniquely during the winter solstice, preyed on Tane birds and was utterly undetectable to the human eye. Yet, she remained undeterred, knowing this was her last hope. Her plan was daring, but she knew that the snow, her ally, would reveal the creature's presence.
By Marina Fortuño3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Silent Love
In the vibrant city of Port Harcourt, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, there resided a woman whose presence seemed to cast a gentle glow upon the world. Ada Obolo Blessing, known fondly as Ada to her friends and colleagues, possessed a rare warmth that radiated from within. Her laughter danced like music in the air, and her smile had the power to brighten even the darkest of days.
By Michael Oregbuyide3 years ago in Fiction
