Fantasy
Easy Answer
The proceedings were tense, fraught with danger, uncertainty, and the kind of fear that can be tasted. "How do they expect us to eat when no decision has been reached? We are still in danger of annihilation." Tarina hissed to her fellow delegate and brother, Mauritius.
By S.A. Paris 5 years ago in Fiction
The Gift
The Gift By Temeriel Smith “One, two, three, four,” I count slowly out loud trying to drift off into a restful sleep. “Why can’t I just fall asleep for once?” Slowly I rise out of bed accepting another sleepless night. Things have been hard since the uprising happened. No one knows who threw the first punch between us humans and the Masses. But it has been none ending explosions and war here on earth. Everywhere you look there is destruction and women being snatched. I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I grab a glass and pour myself some water. Leaning back against the counter I sip and look out into the forest. I had to escape Texas three months ago. I was almost captured by the masses and taken to I don’t know where. All I know is that a brown wrapped box shows up outside your house and then you are gone. I had one outside my door and I ran. They took my neighbor and her daughters just moments before I got my box.
By Temeriel Smith5 years ago in Fiction
The Overdose
There I was standing, with my eyes shut. Kissing the man of my dreams. I just heard the words “ You may kiss the bride. “ And I was so ready to be his woman for the rest of my life. The life I had left behind was painful and I did a lot of things to climb out of that rabbit hole. But here I was, finally. With Mr. Dreamy . I could feel his soft , warm lips on mine. But then, I felt a very cold wind. I opened my eyes and tried to comprehend what I was seeing. No ! I looked around and seen everyone at my outdoor wedding, on the ground. In snow! Most were face down. The pastor was slumped over. And my groom. My beautiful love was on the floor of the gazebo. Also face down. There was snow in blankets, matching my wedding dress. Snow in my hair. My lips were cold. How long had I been here? What happened? Is this a dream? Yes it must be. Or rather a nightmare. The wind howled around the gazebo and I looked at my frozen bouquet. I kneeled down to touch my husband. So cold. I turned him over , and it was scary. His eyes. They were like two frozen butterflies. I screamed and rose up. I turned to the pastor and his eyes were the same. Frozen butterflies .
By Layla Nelson5 years ago in Fiction
Buy Any Other Name
Olivia tried to think of a title for herself with her annual summer job. “I will call myself a Peacekeeper." she reasoned. Mom and dad are always arguing and I keep the peace”, she thought. "Everyone always likes peacekeepers. If you’re a peacekeeper you are free to travel around the world.” Ultimately, she wanted to be a veterinarian so she could exotic animals.
By John Ceperich5 years ago in Fiction
Frederick the Fridge Elf
Down Wattle Lane in a cream brick house lived the Alder family, Mum, Heather, Dad, Mark, and two teenage children, Juliet and Ross. As you walk in the red front door and past the formal lounge and dining, past the staircase that led to the bedrooms and through the living area, you reach the kitchen. In the spacious kitchen was a sprawling island bench, a row of cupboards and a picturesque view out the bay window to the back yard and tree-filled reserve beyond. Also in the kitchen was an enormous refrigerator with two doors above and a freezer drawer below.
By Conny van Balen5 years ago in Fiction
The Truce
King Raïm of North Sayfair stared at the wall of the luxurious anteroom. The vacant castle, reserved for meetings in the neutral territory of Middle Sayfair, was given a deep clean and polish in time for such a monumental occasion. The torchlight bounced off of the lustrous golden walls giving the room a rich, warm glow. Queen Maisie stared at the king, his blonde beard was neatly trimmed to a point. He seemed transfixed with the wall. She cleared her throat.
By Joseph DelFranco5 years ago in Fiction
Nosferatu with a Box
Alexandros Papadopoulos regarded the box wrapped in brown paper. He wanted to shake the box a bit, like a kid trying to guess at a Christmas present. Instead, he sat in the cool night air and stared at the package. The porch light flipped on, blinding him for a second, and out stepped Tempe, his witch friend. She held a mug smelling of apples, and he asked, “Hard Cider?”
By Kat Dehring5 years ago in Fiction
The Cauldron
Sliding into the apothecary, my mother laughed as my socks sailed on the waxed wood, I held out my arms, as if to present myself for the very first time. Unfortunately, the flooring was out to get me it seemed, my momentum landing me on my bum. I gasp but mostly laugh at myself, standing to face her.
By Abigail Dorothy5 years ago in Fiction
Consequences
The Hand of the Queen, newly anointed as a vampire, found herself being dragged to the only person she answers to; the Queen of Meriaan. She half expected that she would be in this current predicament because she had taken it upon herself to become a vampire. No one, not even her queen, demanded it or even desired it. However, being stripped down to only your undergarments and being chained at your wrists and ankles felt as if things were going too far.
By Colin Gleason5 years ago in Fiction
Self Indulgence
Elynn doesn’t even know why, or even how, she let her best friend, Meredith, to convince her to come to this run down shack across town. Supposedly Elynn was battling inner demons which were affecting her life and this ‘Seer’, would help cleanse her of those demons. Hence, why she is standing alone outside of a dingy, shack looking building with crystals and wind chimes hanging from the rails.
By Jaliisa Watt 5 years ago in Fiction
