Fantasy
Love Bug. Content Warning.
Sunlight shone against a wall of bulbous black clouds. It's light reflected through the white laced curtains mam had left open; along with the window to release the thick heat that suffocated the whole room. A warm breeze wafted in scents from the main house. Gumbo and boiled crab mingled with rich perfumes and spicy musk alerting that the guests were arriving and that stomachs were hungry. A trumpet broke the quiet as a musician began to tune his instrument then the rest of the band joined in. The sound breaking the trance that had been holding Bee.
By Nikki Torino Wagner3 years ago in Fiction
Starlight, Ch. 2
It was the middle of the day, and I was still slumped against the chair in the kitchen. I’d stayed up all night waiting for my father to come home because I didn’t want him to be locked out. He was a rambling drunk most of the time. He probably forgot what day it was. I was woken up by a pretty young woman shaking my shoulder. My shock was met with plenty of apologies.
By Meaghan Priest3 years ago in Fiction
The Divine Creation of Rainbows
Long ago, when the Earth was young, and the pantheon of gods still shaped the world, there were no colors. The world was a canvas of simple white, and the gods inhabited the golden realm of Asgard, gazing upon the colorless land with longing. Every aspect of Earth was pristine and blank, the soil, the trees, the skies, and even the vast oceans, all shared the same monotone hue.
By Abnoan Muniz3 years ago in Fiction
Eclipse of the Celestial Symphony
In a land where magic and music intertwined, a young and talented bard named Elara had a gift unlike any other. Her melodies could summon the wind to dance, the rain to sing, and the very earth to hum with life. Her enchanting tunes echoed through the valleys and mountains, captivating the hearts of all who heard them.
By Word Wizard3 years ago in Fiction
The Winds Carry Whispers
At the beginning of all things, there was chaos and there was order. Each fought for control and dominance, leaving nothing but a void in the wake of their conflict. In the current measure of time, eons passed with nothing but that roiling conflict until the two forces created themselves into something more. The entities ceased their warring to strategize anew, but found that when there was balance, there was also creation and growth. This ceasefire resulted in the creation of the world.
By Josh Kearns3 years ago in Fiction
Smighean
In the early days of the British Isles, the witches and warlocks of legend could be found in every village from John O' Groats to Landsend, as healers, court viziers, soothe-sayers and local wisdom keepers. These druids of the ancient world were well respected and honourable, but like all people, and the gods of pagan pantheons, they were selfish and fickle in nature; Prone to bouts of passion and fury if their loyalties and boundaries were ever betrayed. Smighean was a healer and prophetic priestess of the warmer climes in the South of Great Britain. An olive skinned black-haired maid borne from the union between a traveling Mediterranean potion-master and a Cornish white witch. Her affinity with the Sidhe and Fae's magic realms was exceptional, even when the veil between worlds was entirely unthinned by the celestial cycles. Having been raised entirely by her Mother, schooled in the magic arts since she could draw runes, she had no time for grand ideas and lived a very humble life, despite her obviously exceptional abilities, in a shelter woven from the myrtle plants of the forest itself, by a forgotten ancestor of her matrilineal line.
By Glenn McConnell3 years ago in Fiction
