Series
A Twisted Tale
Prologue- 982 A.D In land of soft grassed hills and many small lakes, a modest and quiet hut stood under a large apple tree. The dwelling housed a figure of legend. In older times, she was a nymph. In other times, she was a sorcerer's disciple. Known simply as the Lady of the Lake, Niamh du Lac breathed.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
The Potted Pig
THIS STORY IS PART OF A SERIES CLICK HERE FOR THE PREVIOUS PART ONE While the treasure stayed hidden in Nana's old barn, Mel and Cal had a normal life. A life with a mom and a dad. A mom and a dad that did mom and dad things. One of those things is buying fruit trees and telling their spouse to plant them.
By David Brandy4 years ago in Fiction
The Great Beyond
My name is Helga Jansen, today is the day I died. I watched nervously as my husband confronted German soldiers led by Captain Heinrich in our yard. They no doubt interrupted what would have been another one of my husband’s missions for a perfect marigold flower to give me through our ward Evi. But today was different, my husband Kyland yelled my name and attempted to run to the house when he was shot in my front yard by Nazi. Panic, horror, grief gripped my heart as I watched him fall to the ground. It was as if a part of me died in that kitchen. Yet all I can think about is the little girl hiding in my barn named Evi Meijer. After my husband fell to the ground all I could hear was screaming, so loud and sorrowful it felt as though it was coming from somewhere outside my own body, but it was me. I could see Captain Heinrich’s men approach the front door, so I fled out the back door, I must warn Evi.
By Matthew Stanley 4 years ago in Fiction
Our House goes Dark
“Teresa Kristine, come out, come out, wherever you are.” Who am I? Where am I? Confused, I study the bright green dense woods. The last thing I remember is searching for someone. Instinctively, I know it’s not the same one who is chasing me. I have to run and hide.
By Heather Stanton4 years ago in Fiction
Death Dreams Dire Wolves
Chapter One: Prologue The first thing men learned to fear in the night where the howling of wolves. It was the sound that the night made as men women and children fought against the cold and the uncertainty of sunrise in the days where only the hope of survival and a stone spear where the only things that kept the wolves away. Every so often the wolves would grow hungry, and neither the howling of the night or the chase of the wild could keep them from finding the curious needs in the questions kept in mans fire. Men and wolves where at war in these days, fighting for blood and survival against the forces growing in the dark, and the evils that sought to break them in their survival. Dark deeds where committed against both as gods and devils pointed them against each other and make dark deeds of their sins as they claimed more lost souls in the dark.
By Epitome Publishing4 years ago in Fiction
