Fantasy

King Ransom
My bride flows toward me like jenny gold, her silk dress a shimmering infatuation of silk and electrified wire. I fully expect the child to burst into song at seeing me, the impervious King dressed in full military regalia. I am, after all, raising her in an instant from lowly miller’s daughter to Queen of Hevn, my high mountain valley.
By Barbara Steinhauser 5 years ago in Fiction
Step, step, tap.
No. That is the word. It's an important word: no. So short - so simple: yet so often nearly impossible to say. Sometimes even so elusive that the person who should have said it didn't even know. Until it was too late.
By Sofie5 years ago in Fiction
A Thousand Times Over
Sophia knelt on the dirt floor and looked at her tormentor with hate fuelled eyes. She loathed that he made her a wounded animal. Too tired to fight but too stubborn to give in.
By sylvana lee-jones5 years ago in Fiction
Sabastian's Journey
Sabastian awoke from a restless doze to find himself soaked to the bone in rain and mud, sitting on a wooden plank amongst a row of great oak barrels and linen sacks of foodstuffs. He reached over, pulling out his rock-sharpened pocketknife and slashed trough one of the sacks, dug his hand in and pulled out a what happened to be a handful of sunflower seeds, which he stuffed into his mouth. They were neither salted nor roasted. In fact, his face soured at the acrid chalkiness in his mouth. But he continued to stuff them down and swallow hard until a coughing fit overwhelmed his throat. Then he leaned back against a heavy oak barrel and took a swig of buttermilk from the cat bowl he’d swiped on his way inside.
By Casia5 years ago in Fiction
The hundred thousand foot tall fairy tale
a long time ago, in a distant land, in a deep part of a dream or perhaps something like a dream, there lived a ten thousand foot tall princess. or maybe she was one hundred thousand feet tall. there is different accounts of the story, but all know of her general sense of humor and demeanor. she had curly, short brown hair. her brown, wavy locks looked like something out of the 1920’s, and it suited her bright blue eyes. she loved in deep, rich manifestations of color and music, but to most, it was overwhelming. the princess, named Kizzie, had light brown skin and was of noble an ancestral claim of the Giant Clan aTigress. They all spoke slowly and surely, and died out over the years, as their kind did not live long and the smaller folk did not take kindly to their existence as a whole. only a few young giants were left, including her, the last of the dying aTigress’s monarchy. her parent’s had died several years ago. she had not yet become Queen. Kizzie did not find a suitable partner to rule with yet(though this was not the only factor as it was her age as she was only sixteen). Giant Kingdoms had their princess and prince’s coronation typically at eighteen.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Fiction
The Dream Farmer
In my young days we had a dozen sky mules, their horns polished bright like new moons. It was my job to spread the sheaves out on the barn floor, then Pa would have the mules trample the dream-grains loose from the chaff. Twenty bushels we'd winnow and grind to a thin dust each day. Then we'd throw it to the wind at dusk, so that the earthfolk could dream.
By Kati Bumbera5 years ago in Fiction
Vanish
It took the smallest things to upset Master Casimir. He was the young prince of the royal family I'd been assigned to attend to. I helped him dress, brought him his food, cleaned his room, and anything else he ordered me to do. We were both young, but I was two years his senior at 20 years old. He'd only just become an adult, though he acted more like a spoiled child.
By Crystal Clark5 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Worlds Petting Zoo & Reserve
The ancient barn stood on a field of young grass, crescented on its sunset side by a half-moon sliver of sylvan forest. Filling a dip in the land to its east, a limpid pond, lake-like in its depth and sparkling clarity, cupped the morning sunrise.
By Michelle Rose Diehl5 years ago in Fiction
The Chilling Wind (Part 1)
The early morning suns of Garrietta beam down on Agnes as she labors through the thigh-high snow blanket covering the wilderness to the far North. Each knee lift and sinking foot fall temporarily paints the picture of presence on a blank winter canvas set against a breathless, blue sky. Agnes stops just long enough to take a 360-degree survey of her surroundings, her shoulders sag with the results. She had interacted with few people in the three full cycles of Tribute since she had left "Pappa's" farm.
By Garrison Vereen II5 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Teeth
Another day, another knight. He didn't know that I had seen him. In fact, I was pretty certain he thought he was being sneaky. I was a good actor, that was for sure, pretending to be asleep with my head resting on my paws just outside the mouth of the cave I had been living in for the past few months. However, unfortunately for the knight, his metallic footsteps did not make for as stealthy an approach as he seemed to think.
By Natalia Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Down the Barn
I’ve done a lot of procrastinating today. I threw out things in the trash, did the dishes, took my roommate’s Erik’s cat out for a walk, turned people down on dating apps. And even then, there were still 4 hours before Erik and his new girlfriend Tara can come over. She headhunted me, asked me for my resume. And now I’m waiting whether or not my badly written resume was good enough for her companies.
By Paolo Kagaoan5 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Place
It happened just as it should have. Just the way I didn’t expect. It happened sweetly and slowly, like a little seed growing into a strong, tall tree.
By Ashton Peerboom5 years ago in Fiction