Fantasy
Miracle Workers
We were all waiting, although some of us were better at hiding our anticipation. Mother hid hers by endless chatter about miracles while she flipped bacon in a pan. Father was silent, but every so often when he picked up his cup of coffee, he would glance my way to see if I was locked in with the expectation that the doorbell would ring any second. My leg bounced and though Mother had placed the plate of bacon and scrambled eggs in front of me a few minutes before, I had not been able to touch a bit of it. Levi, my little brother, was obvious. He could not contain his excitement and ran back and forth from the table to the front window after every bite from his plate. At four he could not contain his energy or excitement.
By Jessica Kohlgraf5 years ago in Fiction
Evil Innocence
Prologue A raging thunderstorm had struck the kingdom of Avalon. The surrounding forest swirled with the wind, and something sinister hung in the air. A young woman, mid thirties, was frantically leading two children to a room in the castle. The two children, a dark-haired young girl around the age of 7, and an even younger brown-haired boy at the age of 6, followed closely behind their mother. The windows blew open and closed. The flames of the torches mounted on the walls flickered. Many of the paintings and tapestries had fallen or been torn down. The boy struggled to keep up, so the young woman picked him up, holding the hand of the small child beside her.
By Kirsten Leonard5 years ago in Fiction
An Ocean Between Us
Somewhere in Atlanta, GA, USA: “This is a life lesson, son. We are the most misunderstood of them all,” said Pearl to her son. “They say they care about us, but that’s a half-truth. Like everything.” Pearl was determined to give all she can to her son, and also convinced about what she was telling him. “I believe we are better than what they say we are.” Pearl was now looking at all the people passing by in front of them. Some people with disgust on their face, some other people with fear, and some other with amazement in their eyes. Some looked sad, but they were the minority.
By I.G. Mercado5 years ago in Fiction
Something Special
Smiling used to come natural to Margaret. She would wake up and as soon as she realized where she was and who she was…a slow smile would take over her face. It would start at the edges of her mouth and with a tingly feeling it would rise gently into a grin. The grin would ignite the eyes into a joyous twinkle. The Twinkles turned to giggles and anyone and everyone who saw Margaret would get butterflies in their stomachs. But not today.
By Michael Fry5 years ago in Fiction
Saving Sterilus
*************************** The tale of the kingdom of Sterilus overcoming in winter, being frozen over in a day had spread far and wide. It was said a cold hearted ice king had swallowed up the kingdom and took Princess Eira as his bride. This did not sit well with King Gregory of Isglad, a kingdom not far from Sterilus. The two kingdoms were supposed to bind their aliment with the princess’s hand to the king. The king sent word to all the kingdoms within the land to help aid in recovering Sterilus and rescuing the princess.
By Elizabeth Leblanc5 years ago in Fiction
Happy Birthday Carter
Carter loved getting presents like every other kid on the planet. His birthday was coming up so he was hoping for gifts in all shapes and sizes. You see, Carter was not a boy who expected or demanded, but he did wish and hope. It was his 7th birthday, so he hoped for some toys and wished for some friends to play with. Carter was homeschooled so he played with kids at the playground, beaches, aquariums, and play centers, but never at home, on his block, or in his neighborhood. He imagined a birthday party where all the kids wore birthday hats, played games, blew bubbles, and ate cake and candy all day. There were so many kids! He would have a bounce house, slides, a pool, and some farm animals. That would be the perfect birthday. But Carter did not expect any of those things, just hoped and wished and anticipated presents in all shapes and sizes.
By Christina DeFeo5 years ago in Fiction
The Meeting
Part 3 of "The Scarecrow" The last thing I had expected that day was for Henry Weston’s nephew to show up, asking questions about the scarecrow Raincrest. I had been out of contact with him for nearly thirty years, and that was enough to satisfy me. I knew he was safe. I knew he was loved and cared for. I knew the witches who created him for their own amusement and abuse would never get their filthy hands on him.
By Catherine Kruger5 years ago in Fiction
