Humor
Miracle’s Curse
Adrian shivered in the red brick hallways. Although there were red lanterns to guide him along the black floor, it was dark and cold. These maze-like hallways were bland and much the same; he had gotten lost more than once before. But somehow Sara Felle knew her way around without difficulties. This afternoon—closer to evening than midday, really—she had been summoned out of the mansion for reasons she wouldn't speak of. It was a relief to not have her sharp ice eyes on him wherever he went. But now wasn't the time to relax. He had to find the box. Sara had nearly killed him when he found it in one of the guest rooms. He had burns to prove it. But now he hungrily searched for it.
By Victoria Cage4 years ago in Fiction
Nima and the Human Boy
s an abandoned toddler in the forest. “I really don’t want to do this,” she muttered under her warm breath. Nima didn’t know why her mother insisted she be the one to go collect the offering from the Lake of Sacrifice. It wasn’t her fault her brother decided to be a total idiot and fight a troll when he knew what a little spite from a troll could do to a dragon.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
Which witches are witching
Far, far away in the bewitched witching, most scary, bizarre, frightening, startling, disturbing, unnerving, disconcerting, intimidating, chilling and shocking of all the petrified forests, lived the TEN SISTERS OF THE SCALDING CAULDRON. Witches most alarming.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
A child, a cat, an owl and Dragon
The forest was dark, eerie and foreboding. Light and night cast ominous shadows upon the ground, feeding the imagination with thoughts of witches, faeries and innumerable bands of night crawlers just waiting to pounce upon the unsuspecting and innocent passersby. Fear played and danced betwixt and amidst the many limbs, branches and leaves of the trees. The sky above wore it's most portentous orange glow. Evil eyes glowed in every bush and thicket, as creatures great and small scampered hither and thither, cowering in the undergrowth, peeking curiously at the folly of anyone who dared be out on such an eerie and gloomy night as this.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
