Fantasy

The Oil of Other Hands
Sunday afternoon, Maya turned up with Kate's destiny wrapped in plain brown paper. It looked like an ordinary package: a rectangular box, tied with white string. A little on the heavy side, judging by how Maya cradled it in both arms and tilted back as if to balance it, leaning on the railing outside Kate's door.
By Maisie Krash5 years ago in Fiction
METAMORPHIC
Alex woke up with beads of sweat running down his temples. He was feverish, hyperventilating like a dog on a hot summer day. He just had the most extraordinary dream. Lucid dreams like this don’t happen to Alex anymore. Not these days.
By Ryan Patrick 5 years ago in Fiction
Temper the Rage
Ryan was only ten years old when the Rage appeared. She was helping her little brother, Koda, build a tower with some wooden blocks. Her parents were fighting in the main room again, so she had taken Koda away. Occasionally, her mother resorted to throwing things, and Ryan had once received a bruise from a hair comb projectile that hadn’t gone away for weeks.
By Kristen Slade5 years ago in Fiction
The Singing Wind
Regular customers knew the fluttery feeling they had upon placing an order with, accepting coffee from, or even looking at Margie. Only a few of them had noticed that the waitress with the blonde braid made everyone feel strange.
By Ellie Baker5 years ago in Fiction
THE TOP SECRET SOCIETY
I grabbed the innocent looking brown package and ran. They always place it in the red box. But my instinct tells me that this time it is the brown one for certain.
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Fiction
The Logistics of Providence
The airy rush of distant highways serenades the nighttime city into a restless half-sleep. A well-dressed man steps from the back of a limousine, a suspicious package wrapped in brown paper nested in the crook of his arm. His head on a swivel, he scans the hoi polloi for a proper recipient. As he passes under sodium-yellow streetlights, the package pulses and the lights tremble.
By Garrett Warren5 years ago in Fiction
Improper Mage - Ch 4
The Monroe sisters were the talk of the ball by the end of the night. Hannah and Charlotte danced with their preferred matches many times while Liana tried her best to repair the damage she caused and make a good impression on all the available mage suitors. The mage community flittered with talks of marriage for the three sisters. Most of all, gossip centered around Liana. This time though, it focused on how well she performed.
By Taylor Westwood5 years ago in Fiction
Improper Mage - Ch 3
Liana attempted to escape the ball and find a quiet corner to hide in. Before she could though, someone approached her. “Excuse me, miss. May I introduce myself?” the man asked formally with a slight bow of the head. Liana gave him a respectful nod back.
By Taylor Westwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Coven Keepers of Myrlah
She wasn’t sure what to think when she found the package there on her doorstep. She never even heard the mailman drop it off. Had he forgotten to knock? Perhaps she just didn’t hear it?
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
From Dawn to Dusk
Insects chirped and birds sang out as the first warm rays of the sun crested the horizon. Night slowly gave way to day as Amonsun-Ra reached the top of his post.
By Catherine Guillotte5 years ago in Fiction
A Death Goddess' First Encounter
“It’s time.” A suspiciously ordinary brown paper box appeared on the Pierce Mansion's doorstep. Ten-year-old Pandora Pierce, Alston Pierce, Rosamunde Reid, Raymond Blakely, Aldrin Whelan, and Seger Petola were in the front yard playing.
By Greek Girl 5 years ago in Fiction
Superhumans
The smell of burning wood permeated the cool air. A billow of smoke drifted from the firepit through the space between where Jack and Tara sat. Malina lay sprawled on the grass, gazing at the dark, star-flecked abyss above. The three friends were gathered around the campfire that they had built, reminiscing the good old days of when they were able to come together like this often.
By M.S. Soth5 years ago in Fiction