Fantasy
Realm of Kyrre
Emily was startled to attention by the sound of her doorbell ringing. She quickly tossed aside the book she had been lost in and sprang to her feet. When she got to her door and opened it, no one was there, but on the ground lay a small package the size of a ring box wrapped in brown paper. Naively, Emily picked up the package and returned to where she had been sitting on the couch. “This is rather strange,” she thought to herself. “I probably shouldn’t open it, but what could be that bad and fit in a box this small?” Emily slowly, cautiously, pulled at the tape holding the paper on the box. The wrapper unfurled to reveal an ornate ring box with beautiful scrolling patterns carved on all six sides. There was a slip of paper placed neatly under the box. Emily pulled it free to see if it contained answers to the mysterious package. The note read simply: “take care to mind your words and follow your heart.” What a strange and ominous sentence Emily thought. What could possibly be in the box to warrant such a warning she wondered. The only way to find out was to open it.
By Dawn Snyder5 years ago in Fiction
Dreams
Everybody has their own intuitions about dreams. Some think they are just a recap of the day you had, creatively melding everything we know, telling a story using recent experiences. Some are lucid dreamers; they are able to dictate almost anything in their dreams. The more experienced lucid dreamers know exactly when they are about to take control in a dream, as they can program themselves to have something out of the ordinary show up in their dreams, notifying them that lucidity has begun. I have been a lucid dreamer for as long as I can remember. Determining reality from fantasy used to be easy for me until late.
By Mark Langenhorst5 years ago in Fiction
Centaurs Lover
I looked around the room, clip clop, clip clop, clip clopping my delight! A picturesque white china tea set, with little bunches of purple flowers wallowed in the sunlight on the table beneath the window. I sighed with pleasure stroking down the thick hair on my arms.
By Xiomara Anais5 years ago in Fiction
Catch Me If You Can
Kersali was used to the cold, dark sewers. She didn’t even notice the smell anymore. Her boots splashed through the sewage as she glanced over her shoulder, a crooked grin making its way across her lips when she caught the gaze of the leader of the Asalis crew.
By L. J. Knight 5 years ago in Fiction
Big Foot and His Dad
This day keeps getting weirder and weirder. I have had enough. I am going home and I am going to stay on my couch with my lazy dogs who don’t even bother to bark at Big Foot. Seriously?! Other people complain about their dogs barking too much mine did not even bother to bark when Big Foot and his dad come into my house to take a shower and then kidnap me. Who knew Big Foot had a dad and that his dad STINKS!!
By Dee Mae Elva5 years ago in Fiction
LOST CITY
I just love the way my mama shared these stories with me and did not leave me to be conditioned to believe what the government wants the people to believe. I love it even more that I can share pieces of history with all y’all. I hope y’all do as I am and tell others the stories of forgotten history. Well, that is enough about how I feel, it is time to get on with the tales passed down to me of the Waymakers.
By Greylee Tynewise5 years ago in Fiction
The Journey to The Pond of Souls
“It was a different time. Back when all these fizzling gadgets didn’t exist. Back when there were none of the clanking bells of industry to drown the songs of the animas. Back when there was magic in the world. That didn’t mean the world was any better. In fact, it was much worse. Most spirits were malevolent, evil creatures. Most magic was used for greed and anger. But, in that chaos and hell, she was born from fire with a face chiseled of dark bronze and a spirit forged from determination, she was brought into this world to serve, but she was never meant to. Kiya, a beggar, was thirteen years old when she made the journey.
By Arjun Gupte5 years ago in Fiction
Music Box
Start writing... I wake up suddenly, unsure of what might have woke me. The glaring, red numbers on my alarm clock let me know that it's four in the morning. "Great," I sigh, "I'm up before the sun. Again." I throw the covers back, and move to get out of bed. Without turning any lights on, I make my way through my tiny, one bedroom apartment to the kitchen. I set about the business of making tea; it's just too early for coffee. . . or is it too late?
By Ashley Ryland5 years ago in Fiction
Eternity Flower, Seed Squared Root
Eternity Flower, Seed Squared Root Tuesday, July 27, 2021 4:42 PM It was an average day with no plan but plenty of potential for the wizard Mmace Heavyhammer. As usual the sun began to peak at the apex of perpendicular perspective. The breaking dawn, still lying in the future held even more magic potential. As it ever does. Twilight was so thoroughly vivifying and whether the light came from the east or the west, it's comfort was refreshing. Its familiar routine was one of his favorite parts of the daily cycle. Always enjoyable he thought to himself, the calm energy resonated within him.
By Mmace Heavyhammer5 years ago in Fiction
