Fantasy
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
A Statue And Its Cat
On a dark, stormy night a downpour ensues. Thunder can be heard in the distance. A white cat runs in search of shelter. It runs past a bronze statue into a corner between a fence and shrubbery. A noise can be heard, like metal rustling. All of a sudden, the statue moves and steps down from its podium causing the sidewalk to crack under its metal foot.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
I Have Seen The Future
Every dusk was always the same. The creatures stirred from their slumber as the sun sat just above the horizon. Their tremulous cries warned any human still alive to find shelter, promising that they would not live to see another morning otherwise. Moving only during the day was a necessity, as the evil beasts were curiously averse to the sun. The night, however, belonged to them and their bloodlust.
By C. L. Marks5 years ago in Fiction
