Fantasy
The Chilling Wind (Part 1)
The early morning suns of Garrietta beam down on Agnes as she labors through the thigh-high snow blanket covering the wilderness to the far North. Each knee lift and sinking foot fall temporarily paints the picture of presence on a blank winter canvas set against a breathless, blue sky. Agnes stops just long enough to take a 360-degree survey of her surroundings, her shoulders sag with the results. She had interacted with few people in the three full cycles of Tribute since she had left "Pappa's" farm.
By Garrison Vereen II5 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Teeth
Another day, another knight. He didn't know that I had seen him. In fact, I was pretty certain he thought he was being sneaky. I was a good actor, that was for sure, pretending to be asleep with my head resting on my paws just outside the mouth of the cave I had been living in for the past few months. However, unfortunately for the knight, his metallic footsteps did not make for as stealthy an approach as he seemed to think.
By Natalia Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Down the Barn
I’ve done a lot of procrastinating today. I threw out things in the trash, did the dishes, took my roommate’s Erik’s cat out for a walk, turned people down on dating apps. And even then, there were still 4 hours before Erik and his new girlfriend Tara can come over. She headhunted me, asked me for my resume. And now I’m waiting whether or not my badly written resume was good enough for her companies.
By Paolo Kagaoan5 years ago in Fiction
Welcome Gift
The sounds of someone struggling to open the door carried through the barn. There was a loud thud and then the door creaked open. The bright sunlight filled the empty space. A young man and a female child stood at the doorway. The old barn was a large open space. The wooden ground was littered with dirt, dried grass, and old hay. The wooden roof, with broken lights, was made of two slats that meet in the center. In the far back was a ladder-less loft. Unbeknownst to them, a lone Queen Anne doll sat alone in the loft. The doll remained still and witnessed the new family's arrival.
By Meredith Lawless5 years ago in Fiction
Necklace of memories (1)
Emrys squeezed his long elven ear lobe and stretched it until he felt a barely audible pop. He grimaced at the released pressure as he studied the body strewn across the hay bale. The wind was ruffling the thin man’s poor linen clothes, a surprise considering the snow outside had been falling lightly for 2 days now. Flakes were drifting into the dilapidated open walled barn, as Emrys knelt to get a closer look. The clothes were faded, frayed and recently torn. “Who found him?” Emrys asked the only other living soul in the barn. Tevis, a short statured human, jumped slightly, brought out of his reverie. “Um, my brother Jaimi this morning. He thinks he might have been here for a couple of days, Sire.” Emrys looked sharply at Tevis “Don’t call me Sire, I work for a living. Call me Investigator”. Tevis nodded and looked away from the one blue and one green eye admonishing him.
By Ian Hambly5 years ago in Fiction
Dark Atlantis
There were many times when Evan and Berta were traveling to the sea. They often took the boat from their father and were exploring the Atlantic Ocean. They were twin siblings of a businessman who rented floating in Miami. At the age of 16, they knew the sea until someone in their 50s had never met it. But that summer looked different than the others, where a typical trip of their own, brought both of them into an incredible adventure of the bottom.
By Isavella Ziova5 years ago in Fiction
An Irish Shark
"The earliest fossil evidence for sharks or their ancestors are a few scales dating to 450 million years ago, during the Late Ordovician Period." The woman read from her clipboard in a voice that reflected that she had given this tour about a million times. The sharks swam lazily, apparently having heard the lecture, and were relatively bored too. The tour guide didn’t look much older than the high school AP Biology class that was at the aquarium. Most of the students who had a "Y" chromosome stared at the guide's chest or the sharks hoping that a vat of chum might drop at any moment to inspire a feeding frenzy. The rest of the students either stared at their phones or tried to pay attention.
By Kat Dehring5 years ago in Fiction
The Barn Cat
There was once a large old orange tom cat living in an old delapitated red barn that belonged to my neighbors Daisy and Eddie, a charming couple who were farmers but now are extremely old and getting ready to sell their place to move closer to their children in Las Vegas. I heard about the old tom cat before from Daisy and she said he used to be a good mouser at one point but had become horribly lethargical in his old age.
By Christine J. Reed5 years ago in Fiction
The Opposite of Nothing
The little girl thought she was seeing things at first as she peered out of the tent’s tiny window. Her mother had told her stars only fell from the sky in storybooks. She didn’t believe her. Since stars were real, they had to fall. Why else would grownups write about them for little kids like her to read? Why would her mother bother reading the same story to her every time they camped together as a family in the backyard if she didn’t want it to be true?
By Adrian Hollomon5 years ago in Fiction
A Witch and the Boy
She was dressed like a wizard, no wonder everyone thinks that way. There were many stories about her even the myths like she ate children for breakfast but that’s only mother’s way to control their child to stay home after dark. But, to many surprises this sparks a mark of curiosity in child’s mind only to discover the witch in the cave after sun has set.
By Mohammad Ahmed5 years ago in Fiction
