Fantasy

The Draven Chronicles
The dark tower loomed like a silent sentry silhouetted against a darkening sky that threatened violence. A low rumble of thunder rolled across the plains that surrounded the fortress. Strewn about the barren flatlands were ancient piles of rubble that were supposedly all that was left of a great civilization that had existed long ago. Draven glanced upward at the sky.
By Jim Sprouse5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Dustbin
Our world was done. There were only a few of us left, whereas I remembered billions. I remembered the color green being representative of vitality, whereas now it represented mold and decay.
By Anton Crane5 years ago in Fiction
The Freedom Oak
“Where is she?” He demanded. Trista knew the answer, but she said nothing. “We know she was with you. We’ve been tracking her for months. Tell us now, and we may let you die quickly.” Silence. It seemed a lifetime ago that she and Sylvia were running through grassy fields, laughing and singing. Merrily on their way to The Object. Few knew where The Object was, even fewer knew what it was for, but Trista and Sylvia knew. Through time, efforts and a fair bit of luck, they had found the key to The Object. Humanity’s one long shot hope of redemption. But the officer knew none of this, he only knew he had orders to find the two girls, and bring them to his superiors.
By Molimo5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of Gala
It was my mother’s. The heart locket. It was what she gave me as they dragged her away. She told me to never wear it unless I wanted the truth. I was only six years old at the time. I was confused by what she meant that day and never once wore the necklace…until now.
By Olivia Kemp5 years ago in Fiction
Vulturistic Intent
“What do you remember about the day Richter was killed?” The man’s voice was nasally yet sinister. The question lays heavy in the air. I swivel in my chair as I avoid eye contact with the stranger.
By Megan Biasutto5 years ago in Fiction
DIS.DAIN
It may have been the weather that gave it away. The sun shone brightly, and although Simi could almost taste the smell of the pink rose sitting in her lap or feel the sand crunching between her toes, she felt cold, and the goosebumps on her forearms were proof that it was anything but warm.
By Parti Pris5 years ago in Fiction
What Once Was
Here goes, Joey thought. He closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose, slowly and deeply, listening to the birds, the insects, the frogs. It was funny how quickly the animals had come back to the city.
By Leah Gabriel5 years ago in Fiction
THE BOY WITH A HEART OF GOLD
Everywhere Tiffany and I went we were treated like kings and queens. I questioned her about it one day because I thought it strange given the conditions around us. She looked at me and said, “you really don’t know do you Billy?” I looked at her with intrigue in my eyes and said, “know what Tiffany?” She smiled and took me by the hand, “follow me,” she said. We walked for about a mile and a half in silence communicating the whole time in our own special way. Somehow, we always knew what the other was thinking without having to say a word. We come upon an old plantation farmhouse. In the back of the farmhouse was a huge hay barn. Tiffany, still holding on to my hand tightly, led us straight to the barn without hesitation. As we entered, we looked to the left and there was a staircase leading up to a huge loft. Still hand and hand she practically ran full speed pulling me up the stairs. As we reached the top Tiffany took a giant leap forward pulling me air born and landing both of us in the soft, damp, surprisingly comfortable hay. We never said a word, I knew what she wanted. As we lay back in the hay still holding hands tightly, we both closed our eyes, and I went into the deepest sleep I have ever experienced. In the sleep I started to dream. In the dream was Tiffany and I walking down a dark dirt road. As we walked down the dark and scary road together, I began to check out our surroundings. It was supposed to be daylight, but it was completely dark with no sun or moon in sight. I looked at Tiffany, she looked back with a fearful and sad look in her eyes. I had never seen that from her before. She was always so confident and brave. “Where’s the sun?” I asked, “isn’t it supposed to be daylight?” “It’s gone” she said, looking at me with her head down and her sad eyes staring up at me, “the explosion took it.” It made me sad to see Tiffany like this, so hurt and afraid. She was the exact opposite in our other dream.
By William Brady5 years ago in Fiction
Found
The currents eddied around me, tugging petulantly at my awareness as I pushed past them. I held fast to the single draw, the scent that I’d been following for days. Step, tap, step, tap. My cane moved rhythmically, in the dance they’d taught me from the first. Foot forward, cane reaching ahead to the opposite side. They’d never understood why I didn’t try to use my skillset to compensate for not seeing. I’d never understood why they thought I needed to.
By Remember Serendipity5 years ago in Fiction
Embers Rising
Eilidh was tired, exhausted actually. Living through a world war was grueling. She wasn’t sure she had any energy left to process the events of the last few days or make a decision. She wanted to push it out of her mind, to forget it all together. But hard as she tried, she knew she couldn’t.
By Victoria Clark5 years ago in Fiction
Shaneen
Every time something good happens to me I think about it and I feel bad. Not a day goes by where I feel like it's a piece of me that doesn't deserve what's happened. Just a year ago I was a class 3 citizen and now I am a Class 1 citizen. With all the rights and privileges of the elite.
By Fleming Brooks5 years ago in Fiction
Darkness Fall
Shadow rules this land. Its smothering rein has terrorized these lands for time lost to memory. Far too few remember a time free from its dominating rule, and so complacency has become the way of life.
By John Davis5 years ago in Fiction