Fantasy
The Sheriff
"Move aside. I say, move aside!" My deputy barks at the crowd. "It's the sheriff," people whisper. "Move, make way." I usually hate when people whisper like this - like I'm dangerous, like I'm going to harm anyone for standing in the wrong place at the wrong time.
By Noelle Spaulding 11 days ago in Fiction
Kings
He stood Majestic, strong, magnificent of stature and regal in grace. King Mazzula's keen eyes survey the grassy knoll overlooking the serene valley of his kingdom. The scene is bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the landscape. The king's eyes sparkle with intelligence and wisdom, reflecting the beauty and tranquility of the surroundings. In one's vivid and poetic imagination, this is a painter's canvas, a painting with meticulous attention to detail and a touch of whimsy. Soft, diffused lighting enhances the magical atmosphere, creating a sense of wonder and tranquility.
By Antoni De'Leon11 days ago in Fiction
The Curious case of The Temporal Anomaly.
Sherlock Holmes arrived at King’s Cross Station with precious few minutes to spare. He planned on boarding the 10:17 train to Highbury Street...but he stepped onto the curious new Platform 8.5 with a raised eyebrow. The brass placard looked freshly bolted, the numbering illogical. Even the air felt wrong - a faint scent of hot iron and sagebrush drifting where London fog should have been.
By Novel Allen11 days ago in Fiction
Stories Before a Wedding, or The Fairytale of Beauty and the Beast
Once, a long time ago, it was custom that on the night before wedding all the married women of equal Rank and status would gather around the bride in her chamber. While helping put the finishing touches on the bride's dress and trousseau, the women would take turns telling Tales of their great Romance and own marriages. This served two purposes: these stories taught the bride what she could expect from her own marriage and wedding night, and it also served as a history of these women and their stories. The most romantic Tale and the woman who told it would earn the right to give the new bride away into her married life. Now, in most cases, naturally the bride's mother or grandmother or some favorite cousin would quite easily be announced the winner and told how their story was such an inspiration to the new bride. In this way, weddings passed from mother to daughter, matriarch to descendant, and the women’s stories remained alive and aided a new bride in preparing for what was to come.
By Dionearia Red11 days ago in Fiction
Captain Michael and the Horn of Logan
“I am King David the Magnificent. The Great and Powerful. Ruler over all that is in front of me, all that is behind me. All that is to the north, south, east, and west of me. Why have you come before my great presence? Make your request now. If it sounds pleasant to my ears, I might consider granting you your request. If not, you will be fed to the lions.”
By David E. Perry12 days ago in Fiction
Family Obligations Chapter 3
Memories flowed back as Cole walked down the corridor. He'd had good reasons for leaving, but he couldn't deny that he had some good memories, too. He found his feet moving automatically towards his father’s quarters. Even before he left, his mother had had her own quarters, but he knew she wouldn’t be there now. She’d left not long after him and he had no idea where she was now. But that was not his concern right now. He was here for his father.
By Reb Kreyling12 days ago in Fiction
The Guardian Chapter 4 Learning the Truth
It had been five years since Alexander and Leo had their encounter with the Cthulhu and thirteen years since the Beast Masters and their living dead army, known as Jikininki, killed his parents and decimated his hometown of Tranquility. Since Draco the Dragon had rescued him from a pack of hungry Dire wolves and brought him to the Citadel to live, he had grown from a five-year-old child to an eighteen-year-old on the verge of adulthood. He had studied hard and mastered every challenge Actus and the other elders had presented. Now, he was through with all the double talk, the evasive tactics, the “You’ll be told when you're older
By Mark Gagnon12 days ago in Fiction
The Adventurous Button Thief
Bodkin, the button thief, had known a comfortable, solitary life since she settled in the walls and empty spaces surrounding the Spindle Glow Crossing general store some years ago. The store seemed new then, with sawdust in the eaves, and sticky tar still oozing through some of the roof slats, all long gone now. The Tranquil Forest is infiltrated with fairies and all manner of oddkins, with a font to their realm allowing free travel between the two.
By K.B. Silver 12 days ago in Fiction
The Fletcher
There wasn't any work that day, so I was perfecting my foot dangling when the ugly kid knocked. He does that quite often, especially because he has such trouble telling the bloody doors in the inn apart. The candle's lit, mind you, where that ugly kid is concerned, but the light is dim.
By D. J. Reddall13 days ago in Fiction
The Star That Followed Her Home
Asteria noticed the star on Thursday. It hovered just above the horizon when she left school, brighter than the others, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. At first, she thought it was a drone or maybe a weather balloon catching the sunset, but it moved when she moved—sliding along the sky as if tethered to her shoulder.
By Alexandria Hypatia13 days ago in Fiction
