Fantasy
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
The Rains of Death
The Rains of Death came without warning in a blanket of orange. It seemed like they started overnight, but really, they had been years in the making. I don’t know what caused them, but it had something to do with humans and pollution. We literally poisoned ourselves out of existence.
By Sara Dowling5 years ago in Fiction
The Vespers
The day no longer shone of the brilliant sunlight as Danascha once remembered. That warmth that kissed her bright blue skin was nothing but a foggy dream. Her face now barely glimmered a dull gray before her in the smudged mirror with its rusted frame. Her kind hadn’t survived long since the Vespers came to their planet; draining the greens and reds of the forests to mere twigs and branches. Being a Clay-Genoan, Danascha was born to create and care for the beautiful nature and wildlife of Genoa.
By Sophia Canfield5 years ago in Fiction
To The Haven
Asha laid next to her sisters, Ravyn and Courtney, who were sound asleep. She was the oldest. She carried the most on her back when it came to responsibility and seeing things through. She looked at them sleeping peacefully. The girls hid away in an abandoned barn. Asha slowly got up from her pallet. She needed fresh air to think and she didn’t want to wake her sisters. Slipping out the barn doors and closing them back quietly. She walked towards a well in the middle of the property.
By Jazzmine Wolfe5 years ago in Fiction
Going home.
The moon shone brightly on the lake. She had always loved this lake, and even though, it was truly beautiful, there was something different about it. But regardless of what was different, it had always calmed the storms that brewed inside her. A flash of silver caught her eye. It must’ve been a fish, she told herself. She sat there a few more minutes when something touched her foot. It almost looked like something was swimming up to her. The moonlight must’ve been playing tricks on her eyes. No, there was definitely something in the water. It reached up and grabbed her foot. It was a split second before it pulled her in. She expected the water to be cold, but in fact it was perfect temperature. It took her a few minutes to realize she wasn’t having difficulty breathing even though the creature was still pulling her down. She tried swimming upwards back towards the shore but the creature was incredibly strong, and she was caught in a current. It felt more like a hurricane. They were headed towards a pearl castle.
By K. E. Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
