Fable
And the Sunflowers Wept
BOOM. The night’s storm hurled lightning across the skies, a great clasp of thunder following with all the wrath of a spurned god. It lit up the whole of the forest ever so briefly, from the crown of the canopies to the underbrush’s underside. It was gone as soon as it came, and the world was darkened by the raging tempest once more. It was far from the first bolt released that night, and she knew it would not be the last. Still, she was alert, on one of the taller branches topped by a roof of thicker fronds. The howling gales made it so the droplets would shoot at her proudly, puffed-up chest, but her eyes remained dry and vigilant.
By Gonzalo de Castro Sucre 4 years ago in Fiction
Castle McDermott
A shrill cry echoes in the night. Candlelight illuminates Freya's face from across the room. Looking into my sister’s wide eyes, I know she heard it too. I hear shuffling from somewhere inside the cottage, footsteps on the floor, light moving its way closer to the door frame.
By Kelsey Kidder4 years ago in Fiction
The Night
The alarm clock rang, he cracked his eyes to the glow of the sunset cutting through the window and just onto the ground in front of the bed. It was his morning, though it was evening, 6PM. His shift began at 7 PM and wouldn’t end till 5 AM. Working nights wasn’t easy but he was adapting, waking up at sunset tricked his mind into thinking it was sunrise, and waking up, a little bit easier.
By Adrian Morales4 years ago in Fiction
The Raven Challenge
Believing with certainty Da’s ancient tales contain truth, Roald also trusts his father's claim that century old ravens exist. Hadn’t he seen the same ebony pair hopping and coughing along the edge of wilderness and pine his entire sixteen years?
By Barbara Steinhauser 4 years ago in Fiction
The Island
In a dense and snowy wood, an Owl perched itself on an old oak. The tree was unique and historic but the Owl knew nothing of this. It only mattered that this particular tree was sheltered from the wind and camouflaged by the tree’s mottled bark. Past a gnarled branch was the only break in the dense forest; a frozen oasis with a fresh ripple of a spring that thawed the corner of the ice. He sat and waited in a timeless state provided by the winter haze. He felt little purpose as his dense armor of feathers collected snow.
By Elijah B Torn4 years ago in Fiction
