Fantasy

"Tell me a story, please?"
I didn’t know what it was. All I knew was that something shook the earth so hard, I couldn’t imagine it not reaching every corner of the planet.
By Nikko Savoy5 years ago in Fiction
Ke Mea o Pule Aku
Of dust she knows nothing. Lehua balks in the face of faith. Her conversations with God go something like this: Blessed be the Father, the Son, and the Holy Unknown
By nicole sakai-aviles5 years ago in Fiction
A Toy’s Story
It was at a toy store when I met my “sister” for the first time. She walked through the doors of the shop with her younger siblings in tow. If my memory serves me right, she couldn’t be more than 10 years old at that time, while her siblings couldn’t be more than 5. From the corner where I was placed, I could see them walking through the different aisles of the store, and browsing through the items they had to offer. I could also see her younger siblings looking and exclaiming with enthusiasm, like any other children. She on the other hand, was looking with disinterest that didn’t seem to befit her age. I don’t know why but this behavior struck my fancy, so I kept gazing at her. Finally, they reached my spot, and when my eyes met hers, the previous bored expression left her face and was replaced with a vivacious smile. I was extremely enamored by her that my mind went blank and the next thing I knew I was being put back in my place with the promise of, “I’ll come back for you.”
By Arung5 years ago in Fiction
Humanzee
I know, I know, this doesn’t seem fair to you right now. Still, just give me a chance, listen to my story, my past, and maybe you’ll understand why this is happening.
By Shawn Daring5 years ago in Fiction
The Death of William Hollow
It was the wash of sound that stirred the man awake, the metal ringing of rain hitting the tin roof above him and the slow rumble of thunder that passed through the concrete walls. The smell came second, the comforting scent of vanilla from a cigarette, grounding the man to reality and pulling him out of his dazed stupor. A tight pain throbbed at his knees, a cramp from being in the same position for a few hours.
By Zero Sparrow5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Survivor
Mila ran to the pond facing her house and started to dig in the mud. It was wet, gooey, and had algae growing throughout the watery muck. Yet with her bare hands, no gloves on, she managed to dig a hole about 3 feet down and less than 1 foot across. It had to be here. She was sure of it.
By Carol Eliassen5 years ago in Fiction
When The Air Runs Out (part 2)
"What does all of this mean?!" Carly was talking aloud, only to herself as she was frantically panicking over what just happened. She was so confused by what was going on that she lost her appetite, skipped lunch, and ran directly back to her dorm room to be by herself. "I mean, why did I see the same thing I saw in my dream, and why did I see it while I was WIDE AWAKE?" There were so many questions that Carly couldn't answer for herself and new she would have to find help. "Ok," she said to herself, "lets start researching first, there has to be something, somewhere about what this could all mean." Carly pulled out her laptop, choosing to start on the internet because, well, everything could be found on the internet, right?
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Fiction
Creating Happiness in Glass & Fabric
Create Your Happiness ** Friskars & Vocal I am a sculptor in hot glass of animals, birds and prehistoric glyphs such as rock art. The majority of my work is in glass and usually as glass beads which is how I earn my living. I started working on this series of work in March 2020. This first set of 5 are all birds with glass heads, commercial doll bodies, and outfits that I’ve sewn (am sewing) for them. I would love to focus my attention and time on this series of work. It is really difficult to make any sort of progress when each month I must concentrate making and hopefully selling enough beads to make expenses. Please understand, I love working in glass.
By Patti Leota Genack5 years ago in Fiction
Divideous
“There is something I need to tell you. Can you meet me by the fountain?” “I can but it would have to be in about an hour,” a voice on the other end of the phone replied.
By L. A. Walton5 years ago in Fiction
Stardust
This story was inspired from the imagem above, by Heba Amen Can you even imagine what it is like to fall from the sky and see the stars right in front of you? It was like an adventure, feeling your eyes fixed on mine. I was hoping that you had the same feeling, but your wild nature gives me chills. Your smile said goodbye to me, and you've become part of my dreamland.
By Sofia Duarte5 years ago in Fiction
The Dye In The Night.
As he trekked forward to the stone wall, Oisín couldn’t help looking over his shoulder at the Abbey in the distance. If he was quick, he could return home before dawn, leaving Brother Raymond none-the-wiser. Bumping into the wall tore his eyes away from the towers and huts, returning him to the journey ahead. Though the wall was low enough to mount over but high enough to keep the ewes in their field, he was struck by what the interlocking rocks represented.
By Conor Matthews5 years ago in Fiction
The Nobel Prize Lecture
The following is an official transcript of the Nobel lecture given on Dec. 10, 20--: Ladies and gentlemen, your majesties, and my fellow laureates: I must say that I still feel as though I have been having a long and beautiful dream these last few months. Nothing can prepare the writer for the moment – a vivid point of realization - when he discovers that his chosen profession was not a mistake or a whim that would have been best left to adolescence. For that, I thank the academy. I thank you all.
By Kendall Defoe 5 years ago in Fiction