Fantasy
Dagda's Cauldron
Dagda’s Cauldron It was a cold, blistery, miserable day. But unlike any other cold and miserable day, this day was different, this day was a Thursday. You are probably wondering why this Thursday was different to any other Thursday? December 30, 999 A.D, in Glenn’s mama. Ireland against the Norsemen. The victory went to Ireland thanks to a man who in two years’ time would become High King of Ireland, Brian Boru. This story takes place a year after Brian became King, the year 1003, Dublin.
By Lolita Civic5 years ago in Fiction
Entering the Dreamscape
The sign out front read “Gypsy Dreams. Now Open!” Based on the tapestries hanging in the windows and the smell of patchouli permeating from the open door, this was one of those new age places. Against my better judgement I decided to enter and take a look around.
By Juan Martinez 5 years ago in Fiction
Clock Struck
Feeling the early morning grog, Hans blindly groped for the clock to stop the all too familiar signal for the start of the day. He tried to rub his eyes awake with curled fingers screwing awake-ness into his vision. Victorious, he tested his focus on the details of the overhead fan circulating the air. All was good. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed, then started his morning routine: selected work attire from the closet: Coat, shirt, pants, shoes, tie; freshened up in the bathroom, and brushing teeth, then combed hair. Did it seem thinner and grayer than yesterday? He mused as he walked to the dresser and finished dressing in front of the mirror, which hung on the wall.
By Allen J Dunckley5 years ago in Fiction
Big brown paper box
The Big Brown Paper Box It was just another ordinary day, or so I thought. I was walking home from work, something I did everyday except Saturday and Sundays. When I got home it was my usual routine, kick off my shoes, take off my bra and sit down and have a nice cold Twisted Tea. Those are one of my favorites, hands down. This was what I called the unwinding part of my day. Monday through Friday I worked with kids and as much as I love them, it was very very tiring. Anyway after about an hour of chillaxing, I decided I wanted to get up and start my dinner. I was eating chicken quesadilla’s tonight and I had to go to my mini garden inside my backyard to grab some peppers. As I'm gathering the peppers, from the corner of my eye to my left I saw something that was very unusual. It was unusual because nothing should have been there. So I fixed my eyes to the direction of the shadowy figure and I saw that it was a big box. An exceptionally big paper box. Of course I became startled because this wasn’t in my front yard or anything, it was in my backyard. And in order to get into my backyard you literally needed to go through my house. So im standing there, looking at the box, and slowly backing away. Whatever peppers I had, was all I was going to gather cause girlfriend was out ok. Anyway I get into the house and I call my friend Omar. When I called him he could clearly tell that something was wrong and said he’d be to my house in 5 minutes. So while I’m waiting for him, one of my neighbors came over because she needed some basil and peppers herself. I’m thinking to myself cool, she’ll see the box to and maybe we will open it. The strangest thing happened though, she didn’t see the box. She never brought it up, as a matter fact she actually walked right through it. My facial expression clearly showed that something was wrong because she asked if I was ok, and said I looked like I had just saw a ghost. I told her I was fine and said that I had just forgotten about something I didn’t do at work. She brought it, she thanked me for the basil and peppers and went on home. As she was going down the steps Omar was making his way up the steps. Omar had been my friend since we were kids, honestly we are definitely more than friends. The point was I didn’t think that he would think I was crazy if he couldn’t see the box either. So we went into the house and he’s like Nesh what’s wrong? I say just follow me to the backyard. So he does, and once were out there his first question was where did this huge behind box come from? I breathed out this big sense of relief, he was confused. I had told him that my neighbor couldn’t see the box so I was worried that he wouldn’t either. He said how didn’t she see this big old box, I was like I have no idea.
By Venesha Owen5 years ago in Fiction
