Fantasy
Ghost Kitten Rise
There is another world that exists parallel to our own. It sits right beside us, and above us, and below us, and all around us, yet we never see it, and only very few of us ever sometimes feel it. That feeling may come as a cold chill, or a whisper from an empty room, or a tingle running down the spine, or any of a million other barely noticed disturbances to our ordinary everyday lives. We only notice because the feeling is so non-ordinary, so different from what we expect and are used to. Some people call it the spirit world, or another dimension or heaven or hell, but the name is not important, at least not for purposes of this story. What is important to understand about this other world is that it is inhabited by many creatures, some of which are formerly living beings from our own planet earth. Most people refer to these as ghosts, and they are feared by the still living. Some of these ghosts should be feared, but others are innocent and kind, even helpful to the living. There are other things in that world that are much more fearsome than the former living. They are natives of that world, and it is all they have ever known. However, they also know of the ghosts, and they know they come from another place. They very much desire to know what this other place is, where it is, and how to get there. They wish to conquer that world, our world, and make it their own. The reasons for this are not understood and there may be no reason, at least not one we could ever hope to comprehend. For countless millennia these beings have waited and watched and plotted and planned and made attempt after attempt to breach into our world.
By Everyday Junglist27 days ago in Fiction
Hyperdemic
Journal entry (1) May 16th, 2067—Albuquerque NM It has been one hundred and sixty-two days since chaos deprived humans of the right to societal advancements. Man is just beginning to adjust to this new detriment causing upheavals in life's delicate flow.
By Lamar Wiggins27 days ago in Fiction
Stories Before a Wedding: The Dance of the Sleeping Beauties
Aurora was cursed. The word flowed from her hand like a graceful river in a painting which, naturally, she also knew how to create. Cursed. She was cursed with Beauty, cursed with Grace, cursed with Talent, cursed with Sweetness, and – most importantly according to her parents – cursed to die. Or, rather, not die. Sleep, and then be awakened by True Love’s Kiss, so she was also cursed to loneliness it would seem until her curse took hold. And then, she would be awakened and the real curse would begin.
By Dionearia Red27 days ago in Fiction
Stories Before a Wedding, or The Little Snow-White
A Royal Wedding the proclamation decreed. The Cursed Prince – now King – Artair had returned at last, and he was to be married. All across the land people rejoiced the upcoming union and rushed to the shops to buy ribbons to decorate their homes or clothing in celebration. As the Prince and his new Consort were to tour the Kingdom on their way to the capital, people lined the streets to meet him and those who travelled with him. At each town and village, the Prince – although he was no doubt tired and wished to see his aging Uncle, his noble and kind regent, as soon as possible – recounted the tale of his being cursed, the woman who had helped to free him, and his future Consort, the one known as Little Snow-White.
By Dionearia Red27 days ago in Fiction
How Many Waves Reach the Shore in a Day
How Many Waves Reach the Shore in a Day I once wondered how many waves reach the shore in a single day. It wasn’t a scientific question. I wasn’t standing there with a notebook or a stopwatch. I was just watching the sea do what it has always done, arriving and leaving, arriving and leaving, without hesitation or memory. After a while the mind starts to wander, and it landed on that thought. How many times does this happen while we are busy elsewhere.
By George’s Girl 2026 28 days ago in Fiction
