Short Story
Tyrixten's Awakening: The Frostwalk Legacy
In the icy expanse of the Tundran Wastes, Tyrixten trudged through the snow, his breath crystallizing in the frigid air. This was the *Frostwalk*, his tribe's rite of passage into adulthood, a solitary journey meant to awaken one's magic. But Tyrixten faced an unexpected challenge: his technological aids, designed to guide and protect him, had succumbed to the cold, leaving him truly alone.
By Panda of Pandemonium3 years ago in Fiction
Vermithrax's Voyage: A Guardian's Return
From the moment I was stitched into existence, imbued with the vibrant threads of emerald and sapphire, I knew I was destined for more than just being a mere stuffed dragon. My creator, an artisan of forgotten tales, whispered legends into my fabric, tales of dragons who guarded treasures, of mythical beasts who watched over realms unseen by the human eye. I was named Vermithrax, a name that resonated with the echoes of ancient magic and untold power. And yet, my purpose was profoundly simple: to protect a child named Darian.
By Panda of Pandemonium3 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Northern Dance
In the heart of winter, a certain village was a mere whisper against the vast expanse of snow. Drena, draped in a coat too thin for the season, ventured into the white unknown. Her grandmother had spoken of a place where the snowflakes danced with the northern lights, a secret tucked away in the silence of the mountains. It was said that those who witnessed this dance found what they sought most.
By Panda of Pandemonium3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing Shoes
On New Year’s Eve in 1965, her parents were most likely at a local dance club, socializing, drinking, and most importantly, dancing the night away. Her father was a Ricky Ricardo look-alike, and her mom, with her bouffant up-do and elegant cigarette holder in her hand, was a classic beauty. Later that month, stars still sparkling in their eyes, a baby girl was conceived. It was there, I believe, I found where I would dedicate my being.
By Barb Dukeman3 years ago in Fiction
Mahn's Fall
Through wandering eyes I beheld that last light that shimmered in the pale radiance of the dead and dying. It was a lasting vessel that at once arrived to harvest the long and wonderful dead. Their travesty of Mahn no longer an issue keeping them held to the ground that their bodies, now void, were left to. I was allowed to bear witness to all that was to behold the grateful dead and see how their torment was released.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
I’m Your First
I went bug-eyed with anticipation the first time I saw you walk into the backyard. Will you be the one? Has my savior finally come to rescue me from my lonely, neglected existence? In my current condition, I’ll understand if you walk on by without a second glance. Maybe you’ll show me some compassion and look past my rough edges and unkempt trappings to see my true beauty. I didn’t always look like this. All you need to do is look at my baby pictures to recognize my true beauty hidden away beneath this time-worn exterior.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
The Healing Power of Coffee and Time
He sat on the edge of the bed and pondered many things as he always did in the morning. Most were the same thoughts that always rattled in his head while other random thoughts came and went. The smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen brought him out of his reprieve. He had learned to set the pot on automatic for just this reason. He debated for a second whether to ignore the call of warm black coffee.
By Kenneth Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
