Short Story
The Eternal Forest
The sound of distant screams howled through the forest; the Ilck were eating another nefarious heart. Ilck's used to be sweet creatures; they looked similar to fauns. In the beginning, Ilck would host tea parties and dance through their gardens, welcoming humans to join them in their eternal eutopia. Ilck would maintain the flora and fauna that gave them eternal life, but this would not last, as humanity became greedy and possessive of the Ilck's paradise.
By Sharna Halliwell3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of the Fairies: Cinderella
Once upon a time, which is the start of many tales, there lived a very wealthy nobleman. The man lived alone in his great mansion with his daughter, Ella, and their great fortune. Considering he was one of the wealthiest noblemen, he had a lot of power, and made a few enemies. His enemies were also fellow noblemen, though they were not very noble. They hired an assassin to kill the man, so that he may be out of the picture, and out of their hair.
By Stephen Portis3 years ago in Fiction
Sighs
She could not have been any better, more thoughtful, more helpful, prettier, smarter; she was bound in thoughts of disappointed sighs, disregarded achievements, broken in shreds of compromise, lonely in her discontent. It would never be enough, that is, to just be herself. She would not be rewarded with smiles, praise or unconditional love; she would know the bareness of love over and over again. Yet she kept wanting the comfort of the womb, the strong arms, the reassurance in their voices, the "it's okays", and the "of course you cans!"
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction
The Wall of Wishes
“April 19, 2000 - Elias Creekwood”, he etches neatly into the face of one of my few untouched bricks. Creekwood, I think to myself, smiling on the inside with pride and joy. He sat down in the overgrown mess of grass in front of me with his back pressed against my cold stones, and stared into the setting sun just above the town’s cathedral. I waited silently with anticipation, towering over him, and just as the great Joseph Creekwood had done 25 years before him, he relaxed. With a heaving sigh of relief he leaned his head backwards, resting all his burdens on me. Nestled under my cold shade, he had found solace, just as many others had, including his grandfather. I was known for that. For I was the wall who made sorrow disappear, brought hope to the hopeless, and made wishes come true. I was the Wall of Wishes.
By Asyha Haley3 years ago in Fiction
“Burning the Midnight Oil”
A phrase from past incidents. Its an effort to unlock curiosity and paying tribute to those who brought light in our lives This phrase means that you’re staying up late and working hard on something. Back before electricity, candlelight or lamp oil was used to light up a room. When you stayed up late for work, you were literally burning the oil at midnight.
By Ainy Abraham3 years ago in Fiction
Zuni’s Occupied Mind Made The Shirt Disappear
Zuni loved to watch reels and play video games. The mobile had surrounded all the cells of her mind. Conditions were so bad that if something was lost, it was almost impossible to find, even if it was lying in front. She had to call Mom to find out. The shirt she was supposed to wear to her school function was not hanging in the closet. She was very upset but her mother was not at home so she had to wear another dress and go. The next day, on Zuni’s complaint, Mummy checked the closet, shirt was hanging there.
By Ainy Abraham3 years ago in Fiction
