Fantasy

Love it, Lock it, Leave it
A Virtual Tour of the Grounds at La Máquina, featuring a Never-Before-Seen Last Look at Velocity Leung-Taylor Many grains of sand have accumulated in the walk-in closet, despite the lack of doors or windows. Other than that, everything is just like Before: dozens of shoes (size 5.5) line the shelves, and a rainbow rack of clothes snakes around the thick black wall-to-wall carpeting.
By Laura Lai5 years ago in Fiction
Human Heist
I swept the musty basement for the 3rd time this evening. Not allowed to go upstairs on account of the Lamia Ball that Master Dorian was hosting, I had little else to do. As I swept, I daydreamed of the way life must have been before the age of night. I imagined my mother and father picnicking on the beach, the sun glinting off of the water as they enjoyed wine and fruit. I missed the sunlight more than anything else that the nightwalkers had taken away. I longed for the warmth that it had once provided, but it had been ripped from my life so long ago, I was not even sure I remembered the feeling correctly.
By Kailey Cutbirth 5 years ago in Fiction
The Camp
A visit from one of the Ministers was coming soon. Keiji had told himself he would not see another. But worse than that, he had promised Brianna that she wouldn’t, either. With this impending visit, he knew his guilt would soon add another broken promise to its weight. There was no mistaking the signs, however. Patrols had been increasing for four days in a row. Extra guards were easily spotted in the towers and along the walls. And the constant roar of helicopters and planes above left no doubt.
By Eric Abney5 years ago in Fiction
Patricia
"It's so beautiful..." the woman exclaimed as she looked at the locket. It was heart-shaped. She had expected something cliche like flowers or new clothes for her anniversary. She would've never expected something this beautiful.
By Ali Campbell5 years ago in Fiction
Life Skills
It was only a couple of hours into the dinner party, and Rebecca already knew that this one had been a terrible idea. Alex, Caitlyn and Jed were friends from university, and they hadn’t seen each other for a while. Rebecca had already lost count of the amount of times that the phrase ‘can you even remember when we were all in the same place at the same time?’ had been uttered. It was longer than any of them could guess.
By Sian Summers5 years ago in Fiction
The Pearl Kingdom Mission
Note to all good godly humans; "I am Petra, an extra terrestrial Queen. In this picture herewith, I am pictured with 'Trumpet' the space dog. This post is of confidential nature, seen only by the humans we trust. If you see it, you have been selected as one of our trusted ones. You are to maintain secrecy on its contents, for you are within the safe clam we are rescuing". Turning to Trumpet I instruct him.
By Black Dog Productions5 years ago in Fiction
Footsteps in the sand
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By Marie-Claire Pierce5 years ago in Fiction
Half of a King
I am Khaides Ilrex. Slayer of deities. Bane of empires. Spawn of the high demon Surakiel. The Thronekiller. Death itself could not prevail against me. Any mortal who would attempt to do the same is a fool.
By Wen Xiaosheng5 years ago in Fiction
Across the Trench
Crumbling stone lined the walls of the tunnel. The floor was packed dirt, flattened by years of foot traffic. Every few feet a torch stuck out of the wall, bright spaces in the dark.
By Vanna Fuqua5 years ago in Fiction
The Cave of Unspeakable Wisdom
Kui-Dzim was a learner before anything else. Orphaned at a young age, he learned to care for his own needs. Too clumsy to steal what he needed, he learned to beg and to scavenge and ultimately that both were easier prospects in a place of high international traffic. And so, only a child, Kui-Dzim learned the way to the nearest harbor. In time, the orphan would learn to find his own way through the world, and when that way looked foggy he would squint his eyes and prick up his ears and he would learn a great many more things. He grew up on the grey-green cliffed coasts of Kalasik Island and kept himself busy collecting scraps and doing odd jobs for the local harbormasters.
By The Zovanist5 years ago in Fiction
A Banshee's Scream
They thought magic was dead, and it led to the death of millions. Humans got used to the idea that they were the only beings in this reality. Anything else was subject to skepticism and categorized as superstition.
By Stranna Pearsa5 years ago in Fiction
So, This is Fate?
The year, 1221. My name is Ahab, I live in Telethia, the heart of Mesia. The nation which sought to unite heaven and hell. Quell the rebellious evil’s actions against the Auralians’, and reach an agreement to meet at a compromise for peace. Only a year ago, we were on our way to peace. World peace. The Auralians and Shoten negotiations treaty was nearly in effect, the world was healing from the 100-year war that just ended. Dammit. Now… we are back into chaos. Back into this dystopian reality of destruction and malice, perpetuated by titanic beings our people consider Gods and Demons. Way I see it, is they are nothing more than just war-mongering politicians, no different than the men who began the 100-year war. Quarrelling old men, thrusting this world into agony over petty lack of understanding. Obsessing over their ways, and only their ways. Never considering how humanity would respond. We are only an income source, a way to build infrastructure, transportation, “humble” servants, hell, and now only casualties in their ruthless rage.
By Seth Thompson5 years ago in Fiction