Fantasy
Episode #22 Follow the Hovering Woman?
You race back to the lodge looking for Jordan, running into her in the hallway, “Jordan, perfect! I was just looking for you, there is a woman outside that I believe is a ghost! Will you come with me please I don’t want to follow her alone.”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Bound
Bound. That's what they call it? How could anyone ever what to stay in this atmosphere? This is a suffocating, shameful servitude. Once a family member accepts the terms, the rest of his or her descendants are forever in a clan. Those who are in this situation call it degrading. Then there is me. I do not seem to fit in any of this confusion. I, Zapphire, am in another kind. What kind of mother and father would send their daughter to live with these monster? When you are called on, no matter what you are doing you answer. It did not matter if you were in the middle of. Dying? Nope, not when you were theirs. This, a lot of the time ended with half-breeds being born. They would have some variation of the clan's trademark eyes, and sometimes they might even be born with a gift. Half-breeds were usually the ones that were called upon when witches attacked. Their blood was stronger than their human parent or other family members. It enhanced the vampire's own abilities. Oh, but don't worry the humans were allowed to replenish the dewindled human numbers, should no new ones be found.
By Cody Kennedy5 years ago in Fiction
Dragons and knights, witches and metaphoric princes
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence( the immortal words of the Luther Vandross song), I loved fairytales. Or maybe I just loved the idea of living vicariously through all the adventures (good and not so good) of the many characters.
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Valari finds love
Valari finds Love As is common with kinder parents Mother Nature struggled to strike her children or put them out without aid. However every force has a limit. Humanity did not go unwarned from their self driving cars to the plastic hovels in which most humans now lived.
By Ethan Hebard5 years ago in Fiction
The Aftermath
Jake was alone, had no clue who was on his side and didn’t know who to trust, if anybody. The one thing he did know was he had to get back to Daisy and Caroline, and that had become his only concern. Ignorant of the challenges that lay before him, he would face them all head on if that’s what it took to get his family back together.
By Jackson Howl5 years ago in Fiction
The Korrigan's Gift
I grew up in a small coastal town that was sleepy ten months out of the year, except for July and August when it seemed like every city-dweller in the country would come flooding in to take refuge on our little piece of the Atlantic coast. They would stay at one of two big resorts located right by the marina and boisterously take over every inch of the local beaches with their lounge chairs, party music, and barbecues. At the time, my family lived in a dingy little shoebox right above the railway that would rattle vigorously for a few seconds once every four minutes when a cargo train would pass by. I had a normal, quiet childhood. During the week, I went to school and play with my friends. On the weekends between mid-September and mid-May, weather permitting, my parents took me to the then-deserted grey-sanded beach, a mere fifteen walk from our home.
By Laureline Landry5 years ago in Fiction
Dark Wizards
In the dead of night, a helicopter flies by, shining its light down on the ground. Under the cover of darkness, a dark cloaked figure is behind some rubble. As the helicopter flies by, the dark figure runs over to the next piece of debris. As it passes by the general area, the cloaked figure runs into a cave.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
