Fantasy
The Echoes of Silence
John hurried over to the small shape that glinted with promise in the sunlight. It was a heart-shaped locket that had fallen from the hand of the corpse beside it. John picked the locket up and prised it open. Inside were the photos of two young boys. John felt tears fall unchecked onto his grubby cheeks. He looked among the strewn corpses but could not tell if any of them were the two young boys. He placed the locket back into the skeletal hand of the corpse.
By Jo Driscoll5 years ago in Fiction
Before After
It was dark inside the tank. Anita closed her eyes and opened them again quickly, hoping for a glint of light, but there was nothing. Just the dark. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eye sockets, waiting for the silver foetus to appear. When she digs deep enough she can always find it. Sometimes there are two joined together, like Siamese twins.
By Jane Metcalfe5 years ago in Fiction
Dynasty: A Batman Tale
THEN At first the voices were distant and muffled. The world was shrouded in darkness. Feint images were slowly coming into focus. Shadows, at first appearing as a massive blanket of darkness, separating into two then four, until the black began to fade, shapes began to form and the cloudiness that filled her ears eased out as voices became clear. “Miss...Miss, Can you hear me?” said the voice. The girl replied with an agonizing scream, she began to convulse while the paramedics rolled her into the E.R. “Where did she come from?”, asked the Doctor desperately trying to get a hold of the situation.
By Jarad Mann5 years ago in Fiction
The Goddess Chronicles
Here am I, Aesacus, flying, then diving, then reemerging, repeating a pattern that has defined my own personal hell for millennia. I was not always a cormorant, nor did I choose to be one. My story is a footnote to the history that I will tell here. If I am honest, my mortal life was not much more heavenly than today’s existence. Born a bastard to Trojan royalty has its perquisites, but I always thought of myself as a half, and not always the better half. As a son of Priam, the greatest of Trojan kings, I am half-brother to Hector, Paris, Helenus, Diephobus, all deceased and all great heroes in the first “war to end all wars”. I am half human and half nymph. My mother is Alexirhoe and my grandfather the god, Granicus. I have never felt particularly divine. Rather, I always felt less, not quite human, not quite good enough to be a god. It is my divinity that exiled me to this endless cycle of flight and fishing. Any human who threw himself off a cliff for the love of a woman would be, appreciatively, smashed on the rocks below or if unlucky, hits the waters of the Mediterranean, suffering the slow death of hypothermia eventually swallowed by Poseidon. But I am so “fortunate”, that I was snatched up by Tethys and transformed. So, here am I, flying, then diving.
By Alexander J. Cameron5 years ago in Fiction
A Vampire's Life - Part 3
January 1st, 1603 His feet pounded along the cobblestones of London's streets, running at the fastest pace he could manage. Scrimshaw had sent him on an errand; a delivery of money as payment for something or other. Bastian knew not what the ancient-looking man had bought, nor did he especially care. The white-haired old bugger had not taught him a single thing in terms of combat. He had taught him useful skills – reading, writing, how to speak (in an attempt to stomp out his accent), and some arithmetic – but those were only taught to him so he could perform the basic duties with which he was entrusted.
By Bastian Falkenrath5 years ago in Fiction
The Search for the King of Nowhere
I Long ago, there was a Little Ghost. She lived in an upstairs bedroom in the remains of an old castle. At one time, the Little Ghost had a name but she never told anyone what it was. Few people find the Little Ghost when they look for her, partly because the castle had many broken passageways and abandoned rooms. But still, if you look hard enough, the Little Ghost lives there, tucked among the sprawling corridors, snug in the heart of her favorite place.
By Joshua Roach5 years ago in Fiction
Bound
Edward sat there thinking. I council member finally broke the silence, "Who is your parentage?" A deep rumbling could be felt under the ground of everyone's feet as my anger was turning to rage yet again. I took a few deep breathes in hopes of calming down before I answered, "I just recently became aware of what I am. Apparently, Amerilla is my mother, but as far as I am concerned Andreo is my dad. Why? Because, he is the one who was there and did eventually end up guiding me to who I am today." Seeing that I was not lying, David spoke for the first time during this interrogation. "King Father, perhaps her biological father will be revealed at the Half-breed Examination you ordered? All head families attend on Examination day. So we reveal her mother to see which vampire reacts. Or simply find true gems in the color of all our eyes and go about it that way?" He was doing it again! Why!?! "Well thought prince," praised another council member. Edward obviously did not like that this idea was brought up, but ended up agreeing. The head council member stood up and declared, "At the Half-breed Examination, the fate of the three of you will be performed.
By Cody Kennedy5 years ago in Fiction
Fitting in Somehow
It’s like you arrive in a new world and you’re the only one there, no one to hear anything. After taking a deep breath, eyes closed, the thought occurred that one day things will be different. “Oh Gosh! By the time I finish my thought, it will be here already!” Eyes closed not only to dream and to wish, but mostly to savor the preciousness felt all around. This world is beautiful and now it is even prettier, like a million suns shining from everywhere across the universe.
By Alice K.S.5 years ago in Fiction
