Fantasy

The Seasonal Road
Growing up in the county I lived in a modest home on a quiet seasonal road that only saw traffic from the few other homes that resided on this road or your occasional "Sunday driver" out sightseeing. Behind my home there was a red barn rooted firmly on a farmers field that was about a 10 minute walk from my home. The local farmer that owned the land with the barn on it used it to store hay, his small tractor and a few goats. I had no interest in this old barn for all those years I lived at home. Not until recently when I returned back to my home after being away for about 20 years. I was standing in the kitchen window drinking an ice water on a late summer afternoon looking over that farmers field when I noticed that it was no longer being maintained in what looked like over 10 years or more. The once very visible red barn now had completed faded to a pale gray as all of the red paint from it was weathered off from the years of heat, rain and snow. The barn had become overgrown with shrubs and vines and was far from as visible as it used to be.
By Melanie Sorockti5 years ago in Fiction
Seven Deaths of an Empire: A Review
From its heart pumping depictions of battle, to its scenes of discourse between a myriad of compelling characters, Seven Deaths of an Empire is a fantastic example of historically inspired fantasy that seizes the reader’s attention and refuses to release it.
By Warren Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
That Darned Barn
That Damned Barn My sister Hannah never brought back Tupperware when she took home leftovers, but the thing with Devin was far worse. We had a similar taste in men, and I was dating Devin first. I guess I was boring compared to Hannah. Once he met Hannah, he was hers. Hannah and I had never really been close after that. I just didn’t feel I could trust her.
By Chel Svendsgaard5 years ago in Fiction
A Hard Winter
Ripley wished, not for the first time, that there were more habitable buildings in Samūha. The rickety old barn they huddled in now had so many holes and so little insulation that there was almost nothing to stop the bitter winter cold from streaming across their little living space. She tucked her hands further into her armpits and shuffled over to where Ani lay on her sleeping pallet.
By Ruth K5 years ago in Fiction
Xocoatl Kaka
She stood over the ovens; the heat was blistering. But she took some sense of pride in the work. Thinking back on her earlier years she never would have thought her life would land here. Swelting over and in ovens, she melted into the work. Today she was making crisp tarts from apples that the men had gathered from the orchards. The banquet was planned for two days from now, and she was tasked by her masters to cook for the festivities.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Fiction
The Trench
Ariel gave her tail another flick. She couldn’t help it; it felt so good to finally swim again, to be free of the restraints she’d been kept in during her long tides of recovery. She could still feel the rub marks and scars around her wrists from the seaweed used to keep her secured to her bed. Thankfully, the old witch’s potions had kept her mostly unconscious the entire time. She could barely remember anything, save for a lingering sense of pain and righteous anger.
By Ruth K5 years ago in Fiction
Summer's Dragon
“Come out and face me foul beast!” A voice called through the dull grey air of the windy mountain top. A chill sharpened everything. A warrior sat astride his glowing, white stallion. His armour smooth silver under the thick layer of mud from his weeks of hard travel.
By B. M. Colville5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Kiss
StaIn the dark, hidden by the shadows of willows, stood a figure dressed in black. Slim and agile, short and proud, with onyx black hair swaying gently in the breeze. Moon light lit up the surrounding park, as aqua blue eyes pierced the veil. Light breaths could be heard along with the thump thump of the figure's heartbeat. Twigs snapped under the weight of a foot, as the figure tried to move silently along the trees. Bark falls silently to the ground as a soft and slender gloved hand braces itself against the rough trunk. A dagger shines in the moonlight, from the holster on the figure's leg.
By Nathan Raine5 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Lake
“Is that the last of it?” Tomyris dropped her armful of seaweed on the dinner table, then swiped the back of her hand across her sweaty forehead and nodded. “All that I could find.”
By Ruth K5 years ago in Fiction
My Book of Short Stories
My Book of Short Stories A Kitty Cat MY NARRATIVE: I have created 3 stories that express what it's like to own a cat. It's the animal that I would choose if I chose to own a pet.
By Shahidah Ahmad5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Barn
Old Barn House I Can believed we left the big city to move to the middle of nowhere! Couldn’t gran just leave us money like all the other old people do. What the hell were we going to do with a farm? The closest I’ve come to wild animals is seeing pigeons on the subway and in the streets, and I know better than to mess with those crazy birds. Why on earth would she think we could handle a farm? Of course, my gran went batshit crazy with dementia or something in her teens, so I guess its her attorney to blame.
By Geralene S5 years ago in Fiction
The Storm That Created Us
We were stuck here. The snow was coming down hard. There was no way that we were going to be able to continue our journey on foot in this storm.
By Katelyn5 years ago in Fiction