Fantasy

Chosen Ones
*From the writings of Brother Pavel, whilst serving his sentence of Solitude. Clergy eyes only. "When the sky turns wrong, and the ground quakes and splits, and Fate and Fortune feel their strength slip, seven there shall be who step forward. A Noble, with hair of gold. A Priest, with mission sacred. A Bard, with singing strings. An Archer, green eyes so keen. A Soldier, with painful past. A Thief, his family lost. And a Farmhand, born on a moonless night."
By Malcolm Roach8 months ago in Fiction
Tiptoeing
Dressed in her finest, Daphne silently agreed to play along in this ridiculous facade. But, if anyone could pretend that everything was okay, it was Daphne. After all , she had already successfully fooled everyone for years, making them believe she had the perfect life.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Fiction
The House Across the Street
When the house across the street caught fire, nobody called the fire department. At least, not while I was watching. I was rinsing my coffee cup at the sink when I saw the orange flicker in the front window, small at first, almost decorative, as if someone had lit too many candles in the living room. Then the curtains lifted and blackened at the edges. A minute later, flame touched the ceiling.
By Melissa 8 months ago in Fiction
Cyclothymic mood swings between happy and sad.
The inexactitude begins quietly, the way a hairline crack appears in a mirror: visible, undeniable, and yet somehow not worth mentioning.
By Novel Allen8 months ago in Fiction
We Set a Place for Her Out of Habit
On the first Sunday after th‌e‌ funeral‌, my mothe‍r set out five pla‌tes instead of four‌. She‌ did it the way‌ she did eve‍ry‌thing i‍n the kitchen—wi⁠thout flourish‌, without apology, as if the act were⁠ too ord⁠inary to notice. The roa‌st came out of the oven.⁠ The green beans ste‌amed in their b‍ow‌l. The good napkins, still faintly smell‌ing of starch, w‌ere folded into rectangles and la‍id‍ beside t⁠he forks.
By Edward Smith8 months ago in Fiction
The lighthouse.
Roger was a city boy, born and raised. That’s all he knew, the fast life, the hustle and bustle of 24 hour action on the street. Engine noise, sirens, concrete, tarmac, street lights, people everywhere, no peaceful time. So when he went to the coast for a short holiday to escape the city, up north where it was wild and desolate, almost uninhabited, he felt like he was on another planet. And it was so beautiful, somewhere he could live forever. But there were no jobs, so it wasn’t possible. Not for him. He was not an entrepreneur, no-one in his family had ever been self employed. So when on his last day on the coast he stumbled on the historic lighthouse that had been continuously guarding the rocky coastline for 200 years, and they were offering free tours to visitors, he jumped at the chance to see it. And what really excited him was a sign on the bulletin board advertising a job position for a trainee lighthouse man. “OMG, I my dream job! Escape the city, the madness, the pollution, the crime. Where do I sign up?” He thought to himself. Grabbing the attention of the old grizzled lighthouseman manning the light at the top of the tower, Rodger bombarded him with questions. Like how much do they pay, is experience needed, when can he start. He was so excited.
By Guy lynn8 months ago in Fiction
As Wise As an Owl
As Wise As an Owl Deep in the quiet green woods, where a clear stream moved gently over smooth stones, there lived a great white owl with wide golden eyes. She watched the forest from a tall branch, seeing far more than most creatures ever noticed. The animals of the woodland spoke often and loudly, yet the owl remained mostly silent, listening and observing the world around her.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Fiction
Check With Me Before You Touch Anything
Five war-weary Santori soldiers approach the Rahman Cathedral led by Commander Arcus Dollman, a ruthless, driven leader intent on wiping out the Kuntasi civilization and ending the war between them.
By Michael Jefferson8 months ago in Fiction
'Ware The Witchcraft
Introduction I was stunned bythis image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook The music is "The Witch's Promise" by Jethro Tull
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Fiction
Love at first sight
Love at first sight. I saw him on my way to work one early morning while he was out for a run. My handsome crush, Romeo—oh, how I longed to be his Juliet. Every morning I drove past hoping to see him jogging. I watched him in slow motion just to make the moment last a little longer. Oh, how I loved to see him run; his handsome face excites me. I couldn’t help but daydream. I hoped that one day he would be mine.
By Miss Bey8 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Ash Tree
The first time Elara heard the whispers, she was twelve, crouched beneath the gnarled branches of the old ash tree that crowned the hill behind her grandmother’s house. The air smelled of wet earth and burned wood, a memory of last night’s fire still clinging to the soil. The voices were not loud—never loud—but soft murmurs that trembled through the leaves like wind through strings.
By Ihsanullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Snail and the Worm
The Snail and the Worm The snail and the worm decided to have a race. Everyone said the snail had it in the bag. Slow and steady, they said. The worm laughed, wriggling in the damp soil, convinced speed would win.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Fiction