Fantasy
MYSTERY BOX
I was in my room, listening to some Taylor Swift music about heartbreak with my headphones on, lost in the melodies of the song. The volume was just right allowing me to enjoy my favorite song while being aware of any sounds around me. Living alone had its perks, but it could also make me a bit jumpy at times.
By ANGELICA. A3 years ago in Fiction
Relics of a Mother's Grief
The small pebble in girl’s hands glowed brightly in the sunlight. It was sleek and white but sparkled iridescent, casting colors with every angle in the light. The girl sat at the rocky shore on a small cliff. In the distance there was a the sound of water plopping. A pair of eyes belonging to a marine animal were staring at her. The girl gave a shy wave, small smile wavering, she had seen the seal there before hanging around, somewhat observing her before sauntering off in the water. The seal raised it’s head a bit more out of the water and let out a sad cry before turning around and swimming away.
By Esmoore Shurpit3 years ago in Fiction
Jail-Break Rapunzel
His sword was the first thing I noticed when he arrived. People might assume I mean that euphemistically, considering the kind of relationship we're rumored to have had, and how he was - at that moment - covertly climbing through my bedroom window. Can't say I didn't sneak a look at both. But when you've been living in a cushily padded room your whole life, with hair so long that everyone else uses it as their mode of transportation, or at least if you're me, you've been searching for escape from every angle. Day in and day out, to no avail. That witch who calls herself my mother is awwwfully careful about not leaving sharp objects unattended. So then all of a sudden, unless that scabbard's just for decoration (and it very well could be, considered how fancily dressed the dunce is) this pointy stick at his waist just might be my ticket out of here.
By Ellen Stedfeld3 years ago in Fiction
HR Chronicles: Snow White
You know being HR has it's interesting days, and recent events would affirm that my job is anything but boring. Huntsmen Mineral Mines is not the worst place to work, especially given the perks -I have a new set of sapphire earrings!-, but I am a bit over the chaos. You would think it would be the incident reports and worker comp claims that did me in or even the excessive overtime to sort through on payroll. Alas, we would both be wrong. Instead, it has been the lack of work and personal life boundaries that our staff brings forth for me to sort through.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Fiction
Poor, Unfortunate Souls
The storm careened across the coast for days, whipping the sea into a frightful torrent of roaring waves and stinging rain. What had angered the gods so that the power of their fury bent every element to their will? Wind howled, a banshee's piercing wail stabbing through the air. The sun cowered behind its blackened veil for days, unwilling to interfere in the divine wrath swirling below. And on the final night when Mother Sea and Father Sky's quarrel reached its climax, the rest of the world stilled, waiting in frightful patience for their rage to quell until dawn finally braved the storm.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Fiction
Crystal of Radiance
In a village nestled at the base of the Lumina Mountains, a legend was whispered from one generation to the next. It spoke of a Crystal of Radiance, hidden deep within the heart of the mountains, said to possess the power to bring light to the darkest of times.
By Jenny Huynh3 years ago in Fiction
Dreamscapes and Paintings
In the quaint town of Serendell, there lived a young artist named Ava. With her vivid imagination and skillful hands, she brought canvases to life, painting scenes that seemed to capture the very essence of dreams. One fateful afternoon, as Ava dozed off in her sunlit studio, she experienced a dream unlike any other.
By Jenny Huynh3 years ago in Fiction
A Forest of Thorns
King Hubert stands at the large window in his bed chamber, watching as the sun sinks slowly towards the horizon. It is one of his lucid days, one of few the Divine sees fit to grant him, and worry twists his gut. Years ago, when the enchanted sickness had first begun to take his faculties, Hubert abdicated his throne to his son Florian; now during his lucid moments, he often stares at the horizon, thoughts full of the past.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Fiction
Alice's Whimsical Factory Adventure
In the heart of the city stood a peculiar building, known to all as the "Whimsical Confections Factory." Rumors whispered that its eccentric owner, Wilbur Wallyton, was a distant relative of the legendary Willy Wonka. The factory had been abandoned for years, but its colorful facade still intrigued passersby.
By Jenny Huynh3 years ago in Fiction
The Washing Bucket That Was a Wishing Well
The sun beat down on Elizabeth’s back as she plunged the paddle into the dirty clothes sitting in the wooden washing bucket. With a great heave of her shoulders, she hoisted up the kettle of hot water off the fire and carefully tipped the water into the bucket. Grabbing the paddle, she spun the laundry around, turning it over, before throwing in a few handfuls of grated soap. Her younger brother William sat in the shady shadow of an oak tree, leaning against its trunk. He hummed as he grated more soap for the washing, his bare feet scrunching up the green grass. Sweat dripped from Elizabeth’s brow as steam rose up to her face.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Fiction
