Fantasy
Balsam
The amaverians moved to the underground, long before the atomic war started, following the advice of their elders. Their mediums were able to detect danger due to their telepathic powers and read human behaviour exceptionally well and made their preparations in time. Their advanced technology and developed knowledge made them possible to maintain their existence under the surface for hundreds of years.
By Attila Baranyi5 years ago in Fiction
Evanescent
Disclaimer and Trigger Warning: This work contains a reference to trauma, psychological abuse and suicide, and may trigger some individuals. Adult language warning. Any similarity between characters and real life people is coincidental. This is a work of fiction and I hope you enjoy it. -Sia
By Sia Morris5 years ago in Fiction
The Black Heart
It was the last natural harvest the world would ever see. Upscaled insider’s (“Upscalers”) would benefit from printed food while downscaled insider’s (“Downscalers”) would starve and disintegrate. People like me, deemed the outsiders of society, would imagine and contemplate and pray for the hope that was absent beyond the fence in what they called “The Heart”, a re-branded former Earth.
By Rachele Voigt5 years ago in Fiction
There Is Still Light
He finds her in a nameless city that’s darker than night. “Hey,” he says. He sits down on the curb beside her. She glances up, smiling a little. Her eyes are twinkling, part wonder, part mischief. Much like whatever is glinting from her chest, obscured only by the fabric of her shirt. He does not know which one of those is the cause of the increase in pace of his heartbeat.
By Jade Harts5 years ago in Fiction
Red Memories
He’d long stopped crying. That was for the saddest things. “Who are you! What’s happening?” She screamed, writhing against her restraints, her eyes twitching between his face and the car mirror. Three days ago she could still remember his face, but now? A whistle pierced the air of the burnt down city, marked by a new streak of red smoke in the sky.
By Jordan Marshall5 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
THE NORTH SEA Winter, 1E77 Elvish longboats cut through the foggy mists of the night along the still icy waters of the North Sea. The boats sailed from the port town of Arden on the coast of the Aryan Forest in Eastern Aenor, carrying scouts and explorers east across the channel towards the mysterious lands swathed in fog upon the horizon. The exploration party had been arranged and sent by the people of Aenor in a unanimous decision. The Elder Council, made up of the major chiefs of the land, had convened by the order of the Great Chieftain after hundreds of reports of missing elves and cradle-snatchings in the night. A body had washed up to shore one morning and the rumours began to spread of dark things in the eastern land over the water and of creatures snatching elves up in the night and dragging them to their watery graves or worse things. The elves of Arden were suspicious of the eastern shore and the Elder Council gathered up the willing for a voyage east to scout out and survey the foreign land.
By Kelson Hayes5 years ago in Fiction
Goldy
Prologue Hurrying up the street, she squinted against the glare from the bright sun overhead. Shading her eyes with one hand did little to combat the rays beating down on her and the small bundle she clutched in her arms. The sun seemed especially bright today. The day should be dark with ominous clouds closing in to drench her in rain or sleet making her shiver with dread at the task she was about to perform. Instead the sun was shining, birds were chirping. She had passed numerous houses with happy families out in their yards enjoying the nice weather; children shrieking in delight as they played catch or frolicked in the water spewing from garden hoses. Some people were even out washing their cars in the driveway, laughing or singing along to loud music blaring from their radios.
By Joanne Moore5 years ago in Fiction
Counting Sundays
The last Sunday of October was always the final day of the annual fall harvest festival that took place in Huntsville, Indiana. The festival was well-known in the tri-county area, with folks coming from all over to eat pie and taffy, play games and go apple picking.
By Lottie Lightfoot5 years ago in Fiction
The Banshee's Choice
Dingle, a lovely village in County Kerry, Ireland, was a serene place to live in olden days. From the soft sandy beaches to the cliffs overlooking the sea, the village folk claimed to live in the most beautiful spot on God's earth. There were colorfully painted shops and cottages, ancient wharves haunted by riotous seagulls and and the greenest meadows that ever nourished a flock of sheep.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters5 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
CALAIS, LEGION Winter, 1E77 The bell jingled as Robin opened the door to the butcher's shop- after a moment the butcher appeared at the counter from where he had been preoccupied the back room. Robin tossed his sack on top of the counter and poured the meats out onto the tabletop surface. They greeted one another and made some small talk; the butcher had a child on the way and Robin told the butcher news from the North. The butcher offered five gold coins for the lot upon taking a moment to weigh and examine the goods, but Robin was gob-smacked.
By Kelson Hayes5 years ago in Fiction
