Fantasy

Angel of the Night
As the wolves’ howl at the sea, by the moonlight, we move quietly from our resting place. She silently shifts her weight from one foot to the next, counting the strides, feeling the space in between. Sensing the midnight air on her face, feeling the depth of the risk that falls in front of her, she begins to crouch, brace and wait. Cowering in the long grass, just for a moment longer, not yet ready to run.
By Nicole Kennedy5 years ago in Fiction
Clockwise
She was not alone. Aideen had grown accustomed to the sound of her own footsteps as her boot met with the wetness of newly rained on soil, the mud streaking the leather like paint strokes on canvas. She knew what it sounded like to be alone...
By P.B 5 years ago in Fiction
Cities in Pine
I awake from a dreamless sleep and, as always, gather my scattered thoughts about eternity before rising again. Behind me the boundless path runs to distant forgotten horizons, while the way forward is indistinguishable, absurd, and hazy. Powered by a ceaseless breeze flush with the rich scent-memory of a timeless but purposeful task, I wander the length of what I suspect to be an ancient evergreen tree, but at a scale that has afforded this lonely journey several thousands of years. Every needle-like leaf seems to stretch out before me as a limitless, empty plain bathed in dazzling light, the tree’s thick and unforgiving bark the indomitable mountain ranges that bound these alien landscapes.
By Andrew Rushby5 years ago in Fiction
Life cycles
The girl sheltered with thirteen others – the smallest overwinter party she’d ever been part of. Even so, by the time the glaciers began to loosen their vice-like grip on the valley, only eleven remained. An older man had died from cold – slipping quietly from lethargy into stiffness over a single darkness.
By Nichola Casse5 years ago in Fiction
The Junior that Knew too Much
In the bushes, off to the side of the compound, Julie counted to herself, ‘1,2,3’ as she wiped the sweat from her brow. It was just before sunset, but the heat felt like midday. In the bushes, off to the side of the compound, Julie counted to herself, ‘1,2,3’ as she wiped the sweat from her brow. It was just before sunset, but the heat felt like midday.
By April Innes5 years ago in Fiction
Girl on Fire
Clothes littered the ground, ripped off hangers or dropped in piles like mounds on a battleground. A shoe, worn out and foreign rested lonely near the doorway, left behind. Abandoned. Shards of glass decorated the floor, strangely beautiful and glimmering in the flickering lights, contrasting harshly with the surrounding messes. Glimmering in light that was all too fluorescent. Indecently so. Shining too brightly when a mask of darkness would have been a much kinder gift.
By Melissa Faith5 years ago in Fiction
The Rather Foul-Smelling Fairy
There once was a fairy that lived in a rock cave hidden amidst the rolling green hills of Northern Ireland. He was called Grogoch.
By Jennifer Christiansen5 years ago in Fiction
Prime Viewing
Although the enslaved scientist wanted to help his fellow servants, his mind divined no solution. The relentless pursuit of pleasure by the Primes ruled his life. In their self-centered intolerance to the more general human condition, however, the elite females reveled.
By Karen Madej5 years ago in Fiction
2055
It feels weird sitting here, trying to remind myself how to write. I guess it’s been over 20 years since I’ve needed to. It really feels crazy to stop and let myself think about how it was. I guess I should start by explaining a little more. I’m sitting here now in April 2055, it’s my birthday today, I think, that’s why I decided to take this book from a supply run last week, I thought it might be healthy to express my life. I doubt anyone will ever see or even know this exists, but I used to love writing when I was young, may as well tell my story.
By Rhys Bibby5 years ago in Fiction
The Dangers of the Heart.
“They used to believe I would hold their love for them, as I am a monument of all that is love. But human beings are strange things. They seem to forget that hearts hold just as much destruction as they do life, just as lockets hold as much forgetfulness as they do memories. I am more than just flesh, I am the metal that binds my soul to the chambers of love. I am more than just blood, I am the memories that fill my veins, the ashes that long to be burnt once more. And when the ashes burn, when the metal melts, the sun will find shade in my destruction. I will blaze louder than a heartbreak, I will flame brighter than a kiss. And I will ruin them. I will ruin them all. For a heart shaped locket may seem fragile at first, but it is the heart that beats stronger than a love ever could.”
By Lara Lucas 5 years ago in Fiction
Woman of the Wastelands
If you humans knew the truth about reality, what you think of as the multiverse, it would be so poisonous as to destroy you, shattering your illusions of the worth of everything. But I, a celestial being, the writer of this universe, will let you have a metafictional peep through the 4th wall. Not because I care, but for my amusement.
By Brittany Smith5 years ago in Fiction
The High Keeper - Part 2
‘Is this the home of the Hasufels?’ He asked again. ‘Y-yes.’ My mother answered with a quiver in her voice. The knight smiled broadly, clapping his immense hands together in triumph, looking at me briefly as he walked past me into the cottage.
By Ashley Somogyi5 years ago in Fiction