Fantasy

All Rise
She woke up in a cold sweat. The perspiration dripped from her curly black rooted, and ice blonde tipped colored hair onto her coffee skin. Her almond eyes could barely open. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in her sleep chamber. She noticed her typically mint-stained colored eyes were now one mint and one grey, and they had extra bags under them. She was physically exhausted. She caught her breath, though, and clutched her chest. It helped her to know that her heart was still organically beating. She thought an organically beating heart meant there was hope. Sighing, she also contended that she had to do something about her night-terrors. She looked over at her dial in her chamber and noticed her automated air dome would be opening soon. That was the only luxury she was still thankful for since the spread; it kept her from falling further into depression. For her to see the sky and live elder trees were a luxury she no longer took for granted.
By Lavana Jenkins-Reid5 years ago in Fiction
Black Heart
Chapter 1 The wooden cradle teetered back and forth and the hinges groaned in familiar protest as the tired woman hummed absentmindedly to the little babe within. Much like the grain of the wooden cradle, the woman’s deep-set wrinkles and kind, sunken eyes told a story of a life well lived. This child was not hers, but she would watch over her for the rest of her days, days that she hoped would be longer than she believed likely. She considered this as she watched the wood-starved fire in the corner of the room flicker weakly and cough up its last remnants of heat. She sighed. It was no use worrying about a future she could not change.
By Lauren5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
The year is 2128.The Earth has split open in several locations,and strange creatures crawled out. Many of them being described as creatures of legend. Dragons,Chimera,Basilisks, and others. In the oceans,lakes and rivers other creatures never seen before roamed. There was even a rumor that the legendary Lock Ness Monster came out of hiding. Many People talked about a mysterious heart shaped jade locket. Supposedly, this locket could heal the earth,send the creatures back to where they came from and enforce world peace. Though there were many who were using the creatures for their own personal gain or, in attempts to grab for political power. These people were hunting for this locket, in the hopes of destroying it.
By Michelle Moore5 years ago in Fiction
Born in Lava
“No!” she screamed. “I don’t want to!” Her sire turned back towards her, his wings and his nostrils flaring with his temper. “What did you say?”
By T.J. Samek5 years ago in Fiction
Motherless
It had been an unremarkable morning the day that the world, at least the world that ZiZi knew, came to an end. She had spent the morning with her mother and several of her aunties fishing in a small cove. It had been very productive and she had filled her belly with fifty or more shiny mackerel. She loved the chase, darting around in the water, the sun shimmering through the surface casting pretty refractive rays to the sea floor below.
By Joanne Elliott5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: At Eternity's Gates
"Don't be afraid, Charlotte. I am always with you..." A high-pitched alarm pierces my ears. My grandmother's words echo as I grumble and tap the snooze button. Peering from under ivory sheets, I squint my eyes at the early morning sunlight stretching across the cozy room. Ugh, too early! I complain. Yawning, I turn over in bed and curl underneath the weight of the quilted comforter. I'll just rest a little longer...
By Chrissy Lee5 years ago in Fiction
Camp Nursery
A visit from one of the Ministers was coming soon. Keiji had told himself he would not see another. But worse than that, he had promised Brianna that she wouldn’t, either. With this impending visit, he knew his guilt would soon add another broken promise to its weight. There was no mistaking the signs, however. Patrols had been increasing for four days in a row. Extra guards were easily spotted in the towers and along the walls. And the constant roar of helicopters and planes above left no doubt.
By Eric Abney5 years ago in Fiction
War of Thera
Lee stared at the ground, her legs swinging as she sat on an old tree stump in her backyard on the warm, slightly breezy summer afternoon.
By Bria Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
The Ruins of Time
It was after the Great Rip. Who could have foretold that an all-out war between the moon goddess Lunarys and the sun god Solari would have caused the biggest change in our world? I remember it like it was yesterday. The Dark Woodland Elves turned vampire, who thrived at night under the gaze of the bright moonlight shining against their pale-perfect faces, as the battle continued against the Sun Elves, who drew their power directly from Solari. This night was different, though. Both gods would join the battle directly, causing a rip into the fabric of our world that would engulf two-thirds of our population, before it closed up as if it had never been there. Except, there remains an eerie, halo-like fissure in its place.
By B. M. Gomez5 years ago in Fiction
Angel Food Cake
Dinner was spectacular. But unfortunately, it always was. One annoying quirk of living on Earth: hunger. While residing in the 9 or Silver cities hunger was an obsolete sentiment. Hunger and gluttony were an exclusivity to Earth. One reason why the majority of Angels feared humanity. The idea of uncontrollable and debilitating urges petrified her people. A terror she understood.
By Mallory Hudson5 years ago in Fiction
The Child of Harmony
The wetness of the mud I was sitting in had seeped into my worn shorts. I looked up at the wooden grate covering the hole I was trapped in, trying to grasp any warmth the shards of sunlight provided. They were going to kill me soon, I was sure. I had been trapped in this hole for three days. But why? Why were they so afraid of me? I looked down at my blue veins in the sunlight. My tainted blood, of course. That is why I had to die so I wouldn't taint anyone else.
By Dee Hardge5 years ago in Fiction
The Ashes of freedom
America had always been a land of contradictions. A place where freedom clashed with oppression, hope collided with despair, and unity often felt like a distant dream. The Black Lives Matter (BLM) movement was no exception to this paradox—a cry for justice that exposed the deep fractures in the nation’s soul. For years, the debates raged: Was it a righteous call for equality or a dangerous push for chaos? It depended on which side of the picket line you stood.
By K-jay5 years ago in Fiction