Fantasy
The Specter Gem Chronicles
Where did the world go wrong? The question me and Monty have found each other asking multiple times. Other questions included: Did we deserve this torment? Where are Mom & Dad? Do we have any other choices instead of living in the apocalypse? WHAT CAUSED ALL THIS? And to that I say: We don’t know how it happened. But this is our normal now, constantly running in fear from all sorts of dead things, demons and such. Monty says it’s ghosts, but I know it’s demons.
By Howard Dous5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of Westeros.
You wish you couldn’t hear it… But everyone could. There was absolute, no escape from it. And today…. Today was the most horrid I have ever seen it in my short, young years. Sure, I had been given a front row seat amongst the other juveniles, we each desperately held onto the contents in our stomachs as we watched terrified.
By Destiny tarasenko5 years ago in Fiction
Branwen's Treasure
“Branwen, be extremely cautious!” Burton warned. “Do not let the Pixies see you if you want to live to see another sunrise. They are the most territorial faction to emerge during the Aftermath and they are relentless. Pixies are obsessed with jewels and baubles, and they protect their hoard like a scorch of dragons.”
By Thomas Durbin5 years ago in Fiction
Abraxas
Dusk settled over the city of Aeon in a bright swathe of pink and blue. Stars began to peek out as the sun relented its great dominance to the moon, and the shadows it cast across Aeon dimmed into a greater darkness. In the Alpha district at the northern head of the city, people slowly began to filter indoors from their daily activities to prepare for the curfew at dark. Eventually, the sun sank below the horizon of the Taiman Wall, but still it threw its rays to the heavens as it neared the true horizon that Aeon’s people would never see.
By Margot Lambal5 years ago in Fiction
The Draven Chronicles
The dark tower loomed like a silent sentry silhouetted against a darkening sky that threatened violence. A low rumble of thunder rolled across the plains that surrounded the fortress. Strewn about the barren flatlands were ancient piles of rubble that were supposedly all that was left of a great civilization that had existed long ago. Draven glanced upward at the sky.
By Jim Sprouse5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of Gala
It was my mother’s. The heart locket. It was what she gave me as they dragged her away. She told me to never wear it unless I wanted the truth. I was only six years old at the time. I was confused by what she meant that day and never once wore the necklace…until now.
By Olivia Kemp5 years ago in Fiction
DIS.DAIN
It may have been the weather that gave it away. The sun shone brightly, and although Simi could almost taste the smell of the pink rose sitting in her lap or feel the sand crunching between her toes, she felt cold, and the goosebumps on her forearms were proof that it was anything but warm.
By Parti Pris5 years ago in Fiction
THE BOY WITH A HEART OF GOLD
Everywhere Tiffany and I went we were treated like kings and queens. I questioned her about it one day because I thought it strange given the conditions around us. She looked at me and said, “you really don’t know do you Billy?” I looked at her with intrigue in my eyes and said, “know what Tiffany?” She smiled and took me by the hand, “follow me,” she said. We walked for about a mile and a half in silence communicating the whole time in our own special way. Somehow, we always knew what the other was thinking without having to say a word. We come upon an old plantation farmhouse. In the back of the farmhouse was a huge hay barn. Tiffany, still holding on to my hand tightly, led us straight to the barn without hesitation. As we entered, we looked to the left and there was a staircase leading up to a huge loft. Still hand and hand she practically ran full speed pulling me up the stairs. As we reached the top Tiffany took a giant leap forward pulling me air born and landing both of us in the soft, damp, surprisingly comfortable hay. We never said a word, I knew what she wanted. As we lay back in the hay still holding hands tightly, we both closed our eyes, and I went into the deepest sleep I have ever experienced. In the sleep I started to dream. In the dream was Tiffany and I walking down a dark dirt road. As we walked down the dark and scary road together, I began to check out our surroundings. It was supposed to be daylight, but it was completely dark with no sun or moon in sight. I looked at Tiffany, she looked back with a fearful and sad look in her eyes. I had never seen that from her before. She was always so confident and brave. “Where’s the sun?” I asked, “isn’t it supposed to be daylight?” “It’s gone” she said, looking at me with her head down and her sad eyes staring up at me, “the explosion took it.” It made me sad to see Tiffany like this, so hurt and afraid. She was the exact opposite in our other dream.
By William Brady5 years ago in Fiction
