Fantasy
Under the Dark Willow
In a small town, there's a legend surrounding an old willow tree that sits on the bank of a lake embedded in the depths of a dark mysterious forest. No one ever visits the tree and those who do never turn up again. Legend says a spirit haunts the tree and those who choose to disturb the spirit's sleep end up disappearing in mysterious ways. So for over 40 years, the tree has sat unbothered on the bank of the murky lake.
By Katelynn Marie 3 years ago in Fiction
Lapis in Aeternum
There’s something about diving down the rabbit hole of creativity that can drive a man mad. Each new idea formed only leaves the question “Am I creating something new or am I simply recycling the old into something that appears to be new?” The reality was that there was nothing new under the sun. Stephano knew that just as well as anyone else. Every single idea seemed to get recycled with time, even if those ideas took time to resurface.
By Eris Willow3 years ago in Fiction
Where?!
What happened? where am I? My mind races, struggling to regain my senses. Awareness returns... a firm but comfortable surface beneath me, the sound of someone typing on a keyboard in the next room, and the smell of Lavendar? My eyelids are heavy as I continue fighting to wake up. In the brief moment I am able to open my eyes, I see the ceiling of a soft warmly lit room with something above me. I try to open my eyes again, for longer this time and realize the ceiling is decorated with a mural of floral vines, light rays coming through the spaces inbetween. Beautiful drapping flowers hang from different parts of the vines. Most are white but some have patches of purple or pink.
By Adrian Homes3 years ago in Fiction








