Fantasy
Helena's Journey
Smoke curling through the pale orange sky over the distant hill indicated to Helena that morning was on the horizon. The fires provided warmth for the remnants of that small village whose people hunted for rats or squirrels, cooking them over crude stone pits and metal grates. Sand stretched in either direction, making supplies difficult to obtain. In the distance, Helena had become a scavenger as well, digging through the heaps of destruction that occurred when one world state clashed with the other years ago. The war yielded no winners, only broken people, pawns struggling to survive.
By Barb Dukeman6 days ago in Fiction
Thread Count
Everyone remembers the thread. They remember how the princess pressed it into Theseus’s hand, how the hero unwound it behind him like a promise while he walked into the dark. They remember the monster waiting somewhere in the center, hooves echoing in the corridors, breath thick with heat.
By Alain SUPPINI7 days ago in Fiction
A Convening of Heaven's Conference Table.
"There will never be any peace...until God is seated at the conference table". (The ChiLites, 1973). "Hear ye. Hear ye. By the power of the All Seeing and Unseen, I thus make this holy proclamation to declare, affirm and acknowledge that...
By Novel Allen8 days ago in Fiction







