Fantasy

Storming the Castle
“So, what's the plan?” The mill was dark, the sunset filtering through the slits barely enough to illuminate the grain bags. It wasn't a problem, every single one of them could see in the darkness.
By Letizia Loi3 years ago in Fiction
Forgotten Library: Starlight Chronicles
In the heart of an ancient forest, where sunlight filtered through the canopy in dappled patterns, there stood a forgotten library. Its existence was known only to a few, whispered about in tales of old. Legends spoke of its vast collection of knowledge, hidden away from the world for centuries.
By Abegail Reyes3 years ago in Fiction
The Clockwork Kingdom
In a world where time flowed like a river, there existed a kingdom unlike any other. The Clockwork Kingdom, as it was known, was a place where the past, present, and future intertwined in a mesmerizing dance orchestrated by the ticking of a thousand clocks.
By Abegail Reyes3 years ago in Fiction
Two Hearts, One Spark
I used to be a prized possession, my silver glint catching the sunshine like a captured moonbeam. My proprietor, Amelia, referred to me as "Stardust," a reputation that tickled my metallic sides each time she whispered it. I adorned her wrist, nestled amongst a constellation of different bracelets, every one of them distinctive and cherished. Life felt full, filled with the rhythm of Amelia's steps and the heat of her laughter.
By real Jema3 years ago in Fiction
The Harrowing
It seems an eternity since I last saw Selene shining above me in the night sky. Remembering her pale light often reminded me of dear Mamah with tears in her eyes, her hands tenderly clasping a sprig of laurel. The Laurel in the little glade beyond the village gate always robbed her of joy. Her face wilting in sorrow, she would complain, “Just look what wicked Apollo has done to thee.”
By John Cox3 years ago in Fiction
My Boruta
All of Ken’s dumb pants are brown. I have never seen him wear a pair of jeans or kakis or even a pair of shorts. Every time I have seen him, from the day I met him in the principal’s office until yesterday when he hit me—they’re always the same color. It’s one of the reasons I hate him. My Boruta is really happy about this. I think he would be disappointed if Ken got a clue and changed his style.
By D. J. Reddall3 years ago in Fiction
Silo
I don't know which day I'll lose him, but I know it's coming. So, while the vet checks Silo's heartbeat, I put my head down and pray as it's the only thing keeping me from feeling useless. I pray that death would have a change of plans and reschedule for another day, another week, or another month. But seeing as the vet took off his stethoscope and stood over him in silence, I realized that my prayers went unanswered. “It may seem irregular now but he's already lost so much weight. His body no longer responds to the stimulants, and you already said that he's still vomiting a lot. I'm really sorry that there's not much I can do. Especially after all he's done for me.” Silo placed his paw on his hand and the vet nodded to him, leaving the room to prepare the discharge papers. Then Silo turned towards me with his round golden eyes filled with fatigue, he had been battling this kidney disease for almost a year. The nurse came in and gave us a brief explanation of the discharge papers before handing them over. Then I reached in my purse for the car keys and placed Silo in a carrier bag. The vet returned with one hand reaching out for the bag and the other holding out an umbrella. “I'll help you to your car. It's raining.” He helped us into the car, and I started the engine, waving goodbye as he stepped back. He gave a half-smile as he waved back, then dropped his umbrella after a few moments to let the rain wash away his guilt. The drive seemed long with only the sound of heavy raindrops to fill the silence; Silo didn't even have the energy to claw his way out. When we arrived home, I took off my coat and dried him off with a small towel from the closet, then reached for his food bag to prepare his bowl. But every time I reached for the bag, he would move my hand away, and after multiple attempts he bit me. I gave up and went to sit on the recliner, propping up my feet to relax. He moved his small staircase next to the recliner and climbed onto my lap, spinning around a few times before curling himself down facing me. We sat in silence for a long time looking at one another, thinking back to the time when we first met.
By Shatanya Sche3 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Bride
Sammy looked at the candle that was flickering in the small dark room. It cast a golden sheen on the dead boy’s face. The two of them were quite alone. She could see the beginning of a beard on his chin, which would never mature into anything, beyond a bit of dark scruff. He had been almost eighteen when he died of fever. His name was Chol Son. He laid there quite dead and strangely handsome - in a beautiful black suit, white shirt, and black silk tie – the best that money could buy.
By Bonnie Bowerman3 years ago in Fiction
Eradicating W(retch)ed Goodness. Content Warning.
Her breathing was broken, wet; like she was drowning in front of me. “Can I tell you a secret? I found this locket with a rat.” What a fucking obscure thing to say while I’m holding a sword above your chest, I think. I watch as shaky hands move to her neck, untucking a necklace from underneath her armor. It’s shabby- A short gold chain with a too big emblem on the front. Pretty gaudy, in my opinion. How she hid it during the fight, I didn’t know. Whenever I wear jewelry, it always ends up halfway to choking me before I can get the killing blow. I guess she really is a professional. All I know is that her blood is getting all over the clasp, making it impossible to open.
By Trinity H3 years ago in Fiction
The Knight Bride
Lady Elsa stared at herself in the floor length mirror, in awe of what she saw. She wore a magnificent violet gown, the massive skirt opened in the front, revealing legs encased in soft black leather trousers, freshly scrubbed knee-high black riding boots, and a string of diamonds burned around her throat with a matching tiara to boot. Her waist-length auburn hair was braided and pulled back into a soft bun. It was quite unconventional really, and not just because she was a knight in the Royal Guard of Escanor. The oddity came from the fact that she was getting married in her current ensemble.
By Sammie3 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Digital Deception
The Harper family lived in a quaint suburban neighborhood, where weekends were filled with laughter and shared moments. Mark and Laura Harper worked hard to provide for their two children, Emily and Tyler, in a world that seemed increasingly interconnected through digital means.
By Christopher Ezeh3 years ago in Fiction
Playtime in the Pines: Chapter 2. Content Warning.
The stillness was absolute. For a long moment, time seemed suspended in the wide, snow-covered meadow. The spectacle the crowd had just witnessed had left everyone mesmerized.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction