Fantasy

Anthropological Joy
Oca struggled through the ruins, joints creaking with overuse. These monoliths of metal and plastic never get easier to traverse, especially given their instability. Just last cycle, she broke her arm trying to observe the unique orbs floating above the large complex, bracketed by colorful tapestries with a strange braided symbol in the middle. Something that belonged to an Auntie Anne apparently. Everything about the past was fascinating. A grin spread across her face at a further opportunity to learn about the society that build these complexes. With all the individual spaces, perhaps they were used as living spaces? Oca turned away to survey another space when a flickering light caught her attention. She began to scan this strange box when it attempted to initiate a conversation with her.
By Becan Hennighan5 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
LYONS Autumn It was a quiet evening in the imperial farmlands of southern Legion as the early onset of the dark drew the day to a close. The weather was fairly warm for an Autumn night, even in the mild Aerbonean midlands where the rural farming town of Lyons rested north of the Svanean-Legion border. Summer had just passed a few weeks before, though one would be hard-pressed to tell the difference in the southern climate. Jean found himself locked in a heated discussion with his older brother, Pierre, as they argued furiously in the dark of their room. They spoke in hushed tones back and forth within the comfort of their family’s cottage- sharing a room between the pair of them. The family home was no more than a small two bedroom cottage that they lived in with their mother and father. The brothers were the sons of a poor cattle farmer who was swamped in debt to the king of those lands, King Louis IV; the fourth King of the line of Louis Delaunay, founder of the Kingdom of Legion.
By Kelson Hayes5 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
NERO FOREST, AHGLOR Winter, 1E77 Robin trekked through the rough hilly terrain of the Ahglorian woodlands in pursuit of the caribou herd he’d been pursuing for three days, northeast of his home in Olenor. The land was covered in dense pine and fir tree woods and small ferns and thorny underbrush grew between them. The ground was covered in dead leaves and pine needles and it was flattened where the caribou had run through, sometime late in the night during the storm. He followed the caribou trail as quickly and quietly as an elf- the dead wet leaves gave way without sound beneath the soles of his hemp shoes as he ran along on his northerly course. The path he followed was sunken into the ground and the land rose two and a half feet on either side of the three foot wide path that he traversed. His path was walled-in by the thick growth of trees that surrounded him and the caribou route twisted and turned periodically as he navigated it.
By Kelson Hayes5 years ago in Fiction
Gutterick The Guardian. Top Story - June 2021.
“A customer?” Sounded a squeaky voice from somewhere in the dark. “How peculiar – Ah, I remember now! You must be the new apprentice, am I right?”
By Ida Stokbaek5 years ago in Fiction
Legend of Inane
Ryzania: Once a land known for beautiful landscapes of endless greenery, now a smoldering landscape nearly uninhabitable by mortalkind. The fae-kin departed the world, either fleeing to another or entering eternal rest with a majority of the original inhabitants of the land. Children born during the crusade never knew the country’s glory, merely the darkness of the tunnels to which they found their homes. However, a few fae kin remained, attempting to right the wrongs of the war. They were considered seraphs, with ashy gray wings, and tan skin which contrasted the wingless pale mortals. Seraphs had exquisite features which were exhausted from their exposure to endless rains, while the mortals had a more delicate appearance, which appeared dirty and worn from their lives underground.
By Crystal Ayers5 years ago in Fiction
Faith, Trust & Pixie Dust
How do you adequately describe the first time you experience real magic? It seems the prettiest of words in the English language could never quite do it justice.
By Jessie Waddell5 years ago in Fiction
Elios
I was told humans weren’t always idiotic fools. I was told we once cared about the place we call home. My mother passed down the little knowledge she was given from her mother—and her mother before her—about the creatures that once roamed this now sullied planet. We once valued nature, we once valued choices.
By Sadé Díaz5 years ago in Fiction
Wings
Arney stared out over the ocean, his claws clicking against the rocks at his feet as he sat and thought. The weather was starting to cool and soon he’d have to find a warm cave to hide in during the snows. He didn’t have to, strictly speaking, but he found it much more enjoyable than having to trudge through all that muck and cold wetness. Being a creature of stone, earth, and fire, he had never been overly found of this part of the year.
By Gianna Robbins5 years ago in Fiction
Light as a Rock & Heavy as Paper
When I was a little kid, I remember my grandmother whispering a tale about mystical creatures that were mischievous and powerful yet not that bright; she’d talk about how they were given extraordinary powers and lived in a world parallel to our own, yet can only cross in the between spaces, doorways, windows and even when the world is at a standstill of night and day at the midnight hour, they run rampant through children’s bedrooms and often times stealing them away into the night; meet the faeries who live rent-free in my mind.
By Bei Maxey 5 years ago in Fiction
Heart-Shaped Box
Heart-Shaped Box By Marie South The bombs had done their damage well, Donna thought as she made her way through the rubble. No one knew which group had done the damage. At least that was what the Sergeant had said. She had heard the phrase ‘war is hell’ spoken many times, even before the war began. Now that the country was in the middle of World War III, almost everyone in America sang it like a song. Those idiots had no idea.
By Marie South5 years ago in Fiction
Awaken the Dreaming. Top Story - June 2021.
The corridors were lined with ancient texts and old oil paintings set in golden frames and crackled shellac. Rich tapestries of silk and wool decorated the floors as ornate carvings protruded from the earthen walls casting shadows and story from the candles that flickered nearby. The air was thick and sweet with a subtle aroma of jasmine and chai spiced tea.
By Donna Raymond5 years ago in Fiction
The Exile
“A great evil has come to creation. When the Chaotic One is known, the true King of Dragons will arise to fight. Twice the King will see beyond the veil and twice he will be tested. Only the true King of Dragons can neutralize the greatest evil. Only then will there be balance within the machine that is the Universe.”
By Solina Silverfire5 years ago in Fiction