Microfiction
MICROFICTION MAGIC CHALLENGES
Quite a long time ago, in a curious town settled profound inside a mysterious backwoods, carried on with a little kid named Luna. She had an intriguing gift — the capacity to use wizardry. Luna's emerald eyes sparkled with a smidgen of charm, and her fragile fingertips produced a delicate shine at whatever point she directed her powers.
By Monika Shiva Bagulabout a year ago in Fiction
The Thrills of Joyless Spell-Casting
“Class, please keep it down. There’ll be no excitement here, that I can promise you.” Professor Quillgriffis cautioned. “Magic in the real world is not what you see on TV. It’s deadly, dangerous business and not a ton of fun.” She paused, giving a stern look to a few students nearest the back.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Fiction
Torturous Way To Live
Death by a thousand cuts, burning alive in the brazen bull, being slowly impaled by fast growing bamboo, being broken on the wheel, ripped apart limb by limb by horsemen— she could say with confidence that those all would have been better than this. After all, the dead only have to suffer temporarily.
By Katherine Bodgerabout a year ago in Fiction
Novice Advise for Abnormal Accidents : By Evelyn Lovelace
Fate twisted curiously from Everard’s lips. There’d be no stopping what would happen next. Balloon sized drops of water pelted the grounds exploding furiously as hundreds of Collared Howlers—thieving, treacherous Soul-Eaters that lurked amongst the clouds waiting for the torrential rains to form appeared.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Fiction
Sleeping Beauty
Gazing at the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, I feel my heart squeeze. Lying there she looks like more of an angel than I will ever be. Behind their lids her eyes move. She’s dreaming. Wonder if I’m in it. I miss our talks; the way she laughed; the tilt of her head as she leaned into our kisses. I miss how her hair would tickle my nose when we’d cuddle close. Sighing, I turn away. Even if she hasn’t moved on I must. Perhaps on this, the 2nd anniversary of my death, she’ll take off her wedding ring.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Fiction