Fantasy

The Shadow Riddle
The Shadow Riddle I was staring dully at the wall. It’s bare stone, unremarkable. Yet, I stare at it every day for at least three hours, waiting for orders. Now its dinner time and I’m just standing here with my serving tray, standing at the elbow of the Bone Queen. It was supposed to be some big honor to serve her and wait on her but no one ever mentioned how BORING it would be.
By Rachel Stolp5 years ago in Fiction
Planting Eden
It is the year 2197, I think. I don’t know what month it is...we stopped keeping track of days and dates a long time ago. I’m in the middle of the Arizona desert and it is dusk. I wasn’t planning to be outside tonight. Or ever again.
By T.H. Mowbray5 years ago in Fiction
We're All Alright
I want you to know that the end of the world isn’t all that bad. It’s not easy, but it could always be worse. Besides, I never saw the world before the end. There isn’t much to compare it to.
By Rian Moore5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Shape
She stuttered her reply, I,I,I,I’m ready. She listened to the history of the locket read although it was not necessary. Due to over population only those who find their heart mate can have children the traditional way. Any and all can adopt state made kids, but only those who beat the one in a Trillion odds can give birth. She was more interested in the idea that there is a person out there who was created just for her and she was created just for him. She undressed and stepped into the 5D printer. She felt a tingling as the machine searched her. She was given her Heart as it were rather unceremoniously. It was actually, a heart shaped locket. She clutched it tightly. She placed around her neck and walked out to the room of choice.
By hunter connally5 years ago in Fiction
REFLECTIONS OF THE HEART
REFLECTIONS OF THE HEART As she walked down the road in her small hometown, she looked around her. Almost everything was gone or destroyed beyond repair. Buildings had crumbled and collapsed, leaving the once peaceful Southern landscape a war-torn tragedy. The war, if you want to call it that, only lasted four days and completely incapacitated the United States. They took the country without warning and by storm. Whatever they were. Some say aliens, others say robots, some of the ignorant still attempting to hold on to the old reality say it was the Russians, I say it was God who was not happy with what he saw and finally had enough. Initially there was only one of them. I watched the footage over and over on my Grandmas Television. It was all that was on every station. I think the same people who destroyed the country purposely left the cable and internet intact so we could see what was going on. They were showoffs and everyone was compelled to watch.
By Tiffany Caldwell5 years ago in Fiction
The Power of the Gods
The world is dying, and I have the burden of feeling it all. I watched helplessly as he drained the world of all the life I had brought into it. I saw him in his human form when he was giving his speech during the First Festival. As I looked up at him with his broad shoulders and dark skin, a surge of joy rushed through my body, and I knew it was him. Only he would create a problem, and then make himself the savior He loved to be worshipped. And despite all the destruction he has caused, I could not help but to love him still. I guess that is why after the festival was over I found myself walking towards the temple he lived in. I pushed through the crowd of people hoping to make it to the temple doors before he did.
By Christina Jacobs5 years ago in Fiction
Alchamerica
Many of us grew up hearing stories of faerie lore; fantastic worlds of dark and light magic, creatures that ignite the imagination, dark warlocks and light witches, faeries and Elves, beings of pure good and great evil. In my family those stories were more like a genealogy lesson.
By Eriq Bush 5 years ago in Fiction
Double Trouble
When she was created she was given the gift of curiosity. Her beauty was impeccable and her figure was flawless. She was the visual and physical perfection of a woman. Created by the god Zeus, he named her Pandora which means “gift to all”. She was designed to be the wife of Epimetheus, the creator of mankind.
By Mettle Heart5 years ago in Fiction
Death; the end?
This place that is now a desolate wasteland was once my home. This place, so riddled with grief, anger and death was once rich with compassion and peace... and hope. When I look at the grey skys, smell the mixture of dead bodies that are piled in the streets and demolished building I can’t help but weep about how it never had to be this way.
By Joshua Jano5 years ago in Fiction
The Hyperdome
Gripping the locket, Walter sunk to his knees and kissed the arid ground. He gave thanks to the planes of the Wastes, for although almost baron, they had reared him. His body, sinewy and scarred as it was, felt strong and his heart thudded tremendously in his chest at the prospect of revenge. He opened the locket to gaze at their beloved faces one final time.
By Bede 5 years ago in Fiction
Lockets for Sale or Trade
Lockets For Sale or Trade “Lockets! Get your heart lockets here!”, the man called out. “I got red ones, I got yellow ones, I got green ones too”, he put emphasis on ‘green’, smiling slyly as the voices in the large hall went from a deafening roar to a stunned silence. Now that he had their attention he continued with his pitch.
By Robin Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
The Good Shepherd
Humans first opposed us. But then we were deemed a necessary tool, a necessary evil. They protested and debated for the will of God and fate and nature. But like patients whose lives depended on doctors, they abandoned the natural as we became their only hope and once we rescued them from their oncoming white light they thanked their God.
By T Owens5 years ago in Fiction