Fantasy
The World He Thought He Knew
THE WORLD HE THOUGHT HE KNEW BY Bria Wilson PART ONE — IN THE BEGINNING Have you ever been to a place where everything is truly perfect? Where the grass is always green, the sky is always blue, and everything is in order? In the beginning there was devastation and chaos. The only way out was for women to take control. Irina was sure if men were to gain power again, they would see another disastrous event like this one. She gathered the most brilliant women minds left and began her plans for a better world. Although she did not live to see it her goal realized. Euphoros is that place. Euphoros is a golden marvel, perfect beyond reproach. You will never find a better place.
By Bria Wilson5 years ago in Fiction
Anima
By: Kaya Nguyen Prologue I woke up with a jolt. I breathed slowly and gripped my hands to the side of my bed to calm down. It was the same old nightmare I’ve been having for years. I don’t know how I was still afraid of it or why. It wasn’t a nightmare at all really. It was just me. I would be floating in darkness and hear several voices whispering my name. Calling me out. I try to follow them but they’re all in different directions. Making me get confused and all twisted up. Then flashes of pictures always come rushing by. They make my head hurt. They go faster and faster, spinning around me till I can hardly breathe. Then I wake up shivering.
By Jess Nguyen5 years ago in Fiction
Of Earth and Sea
Staring down in to the dark wooded abyss of what was once a thriving city. The vile words of her former commander still rang through her mind. Crushing her over and over again. Anger boiling inside of her as she relived the horrid affair. The cruel names, and vicious attacks were more than she could bare. Suddenly, the young woman was pulled from her thoughts by a tingling sensation she knew all too well. Her finger tips buzzed with energy as her eyes become a glowing violet storm of chaos. A magical outburst of raw emotion, something she couldn’t let happen again. She took slow deep breaths until she felt the tingle stop. Another amazing show of control, something Commander Caine had punished her for.
By Emily Okerman5 years ago in Fiction
One Heart; Two Souls
Dear My Only, It’s been far too long since I’ve written to you; I know it must’ve upset you greatly to not hear from me over the past few months, and that if you were able to, you’d scold me a great deal for it. I hope that you can somehow find it within yourself to forgive me, for you see, all that time has been spent constantly running from and fighting the city’s soldiers. The others in the Rebellion and I have been under attack after our camp was compromised by spies amongst us who have been reporting our whereabouts. We’ve been on the run ever since.
By Shannon Cervone5 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Crookstone
There I was, seeing serenity on the water, if only for a second, as one leaf gently bobbed above its surface. Then each drop hardened and cooled, turning the pond into an ovular ice block. I could feel the blood in my forearm run cold as I reluctantly withdrew my hand from the translucent zone; the jet black fog around this sparse waterside left the floating plant (now encased below the glacial formation) as my sole point of interest, though one I would rather pursue without the interference of hypothermia. Gazing on into the distance for anyone else in this endless tundra distracted me from the wispy smoke behind me, which rolled up my spine before dropping into my lungs. The consequent fit of panicked wheezing was only worsened by my eyes stinging. I blindly lunged for the lake, running from my only known aggressor here. But upon contact with the ice, there was no sensation of impact, instead only a deep chill throughout my blood. As the ice absorbed the fog toxins from my system, I looked onwards. Between the ice crystals (now accented by threads of that dark haze) I beheld the sinking leaf. I attempted extending an arm to catch it, but was not even given the hint of numbness. Below me was only a depth of blackness, which I could feel absorbing the remnants of my warmth, with my consciousness following shortly thereafter.
By Alex McGladrey5 years ago in Fiction
The Devil's Lullaby
Midnight in Atherest wasn’t marked by the striking of a clock as it used to be. When even the sun abandoned the barren plains that surrounded the dwindling city, the streets echoed with the noise of windows and doors slamming shut. It didn’t prevent people from being taken, but everyone felt just that little bit safer when the ‘devil’s lullaby’ began to sound.
By Caitlin Swan5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Strikes Ten
Legend says that when the heart strikes ten, it will open again. I wish I believed in legends. I want to believe in legends. Yet time beyond time, they fail me. I’ve given up my former conviction that a legend, either person or tale, will end this dread. Ancient legend said that when the heart strikes three, we will all be free. And yet with each turn of our world, the world in which we were free before the melt, we cannot talk with whom we wish. We cannot walk where we wish. We cannot admire another or another’s possessions. We cannot learn. We cannot love. For love is a freedom that ends our breath.
By LENORA QUARTO5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Diary
Diary entry 196 I do not think I have slept in days, and I have had an eerie feeling that this may be my last entry. I cannot let my guard down; they are always looking. It has been 3 years since I left home, and I am not returning. I have found a real family since I left, and the good thing is, they are all like me. I know one day someone will find this diary, maybe all covered in mud and torn up, but someone will see. So, I might as well let my side of the story be known.
By Zakariyya Muhammad5 years ago in Fiction
