Fantasy
Can You Hear Me Now
Can You Hear Me Now? A Modern Bedside Tale There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But there were now, Sightings of them in the Alps had increased over the years, but they were not on the minds of the good people of Rothenburg as they entered Christmas Holiday festivities and the city began to look even more like a Christmas card.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Fiction
On a page...
I saw blue skies and bright, colorful cars zip past me on a page when I took my first breath. The sky danced with light from an imaginary sun. We all seemed to be living through the colors. That's how we knew whether it was morning or not. We all walked aimlessly and did everything the same way until there was a moment where we were important.
By Shelle Benton5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #37 continuing on with the ghost tour
Ralph begins walking again, darkness surrounding him every step of the way. Still stuck at the end of the line, you pray there isn’t another door ahead. Too late! The squeak of a door in front of you sounds. Reaching for Jordan arm just for some form of security, you feel something sneaking up close behind you. So close you can feel it wrapping itself around your left ankle, jumping straight up, letting out a high-pitched scream you never thought was ever possible.
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Love in a Hopeless Place
The All About Cookies Company is a company where speed and efficiency is key. No-one there seems to slow down but one woman there tries to be mindful. A demure young secretary in a blue-green brocade dress that is setting up the tea cart for the executive meeting. Her name is Petra Finn and she is carefully lining up the latest chocolate chip oatmeal cookies on the tray. She instinctively knows that her mixture of apple cinnamon with matcha green tea would be the perfect pairing with the cookies. She sets the silver teapot to the side and sets the tea cups in the bottom shelves of the cart.
By Erika Ravnsborg5 years ago in Fiction
The princess and the pirate
Fairy tales. The stories that give girls false hope. The ones that go “Once upon a time” and end with “Happily ever after.” With god mothers granting every wish and animals do your chores, how can one expect everyone to learn to do it on their own? How can we expect people to stop believing that their prince will come, that they can do it themselves. I will warn you now, if you are looking for a story that ends with the prince getting the princess you’ll need to keep looking. This is definitely not that story. However, it does contain a price, princess, and a fairy godmother. Wanna hear the funny part? It all starts with a kiss….
By Justice Cavazos5 years ago in Fiction
Letter from the Stone World
Day one: I woke up this morning lost and confused, in the middle of what I can only assume was once a city. I have no idea how long it’s been. Decades, centuries…millennia? Long enough for most man-made structures to begin to crumble. Trees tower high above where they long ago broke through the concrete and asphalt. I had to rip my way through vines and branches just to get myself moving. So far, I’m the only human to awaken. I can see them though. All the people who once thrived here, like statues frozen in time. Bodies and clothing captured in the exact moment of the phenomenon. It’s truly disconcerting. I didn’t have much on me when I awakened. This notepad, my wallet and keys, and a locket meant for you. None of it seems to have decomposed, so whatever affected me affected everything that was touching me at the time. I don’t know what to do. I barely know where I am, and it’s getting cold. I’ll have to get a fire going before long.
By Kevin Barkman5 years ago in Fiction
The MasterChef witches
Heaven alone knows what possessed the BBC to allow Mabel, Doris and Alice – the exceptionally ugly weird sisters who were the residents of Blasted Heath Cottage – to take part in their MasterChef cookery show. Perhaps it was a misguided belief that any reference to the works of William Shakespeare would be good for the ratings, or maybe some magical and other-worldly influences had been brought to bear on the officials who decide these things.
By John Welford5 years ago in Fiction
Randall's Gift
Randall’s POV “You are the loveliest of the flowers in this garden, young man.” The boy in question blushed the shade of glowing embers. Randall heard his breath hitch as he backed up a step and, turning on his heel, scampered away, back into the palace.
By Huckleberry Rahr5 years ago in Fiction
Death Meets Life
“Mother, why do they fear us?” Thos asked, watching dejectedly as the fawn scampered away. All he had wanted was to pet it, but its eyes had widened in fright and it had run as fast as its unsteady legs would carry it back in the direction of its family.
By Rebecca Evans5 years ago in Fiction
