Fantasy

REFLECTIONS OF THE HEART
REFLECTIONS OF THE HEART As she walked down the road in her small hometown, she looked around her. Almost everything was gone or destroyed beyond repair. Buildings had crumbled and collapsed, leaving the once peaceful Southern landscape a war-torn tragedy. The war, if you want to call it that, only lasted four days and completely incapacitated the United States. They took the country without warning and by storm. Whatever they were. Some say aliens, others say robots, some of the ignorant still attempting to hold on to the old reality say it was the Russians, I say it was God who was not happy with what he saw and finally had enough. Initially there was only one of them. I watched the footage over and over on my Grandmas Television. It was all that was on every station. I think the same people who destroyed the country purposely left the cable and internet intact so we could see what was going on. They were showoffs and everyone was compelled to watch.
By Tiffany Caldwell5 years ago in Fiction
The Power of the Gods
The world is dying, and I have the burden of feeling it all. I watched helplessly as he drained the world of all the life I had brought into it. I saw him in his human form when he was giving his speech during the First Festival. As I looked up at him with his broad shoulders and dark skin, a surge of joy rushed through my body, and I knew it was him. Only he would create a problem, and then make himself the savior He loved to be worshipped. And despite all the destruction he has caused, I could not help but to love him still. I guess that is why after the festival was over I found myself walking towards the temple he lived in. I pushed through the crowd of people hoping to make it to the temple doors before he did.
By Christina Jacobs5 years ago in Fiction
Alchamerica
Many of us grew up hearing stories of faerie lore; fantastic worlds of dark and light magic, creatures that ignite the imagination, dark warlocks and light witches, faeries and Elves, beings of pure good and great evil. In my family those stories were more like a genealogy lesson.
By Eriq Bush 5 years ago in Fiction
Double Trouble
When she was created she was given the gift of curiosity. Her beauty was impeccable and her figure was flawless. She was the visual and physical perfection of a woman. Created by the god Zeus, he named her Pandora which means “gift to all”. She was designed to be the wife of Epimetheus, the creator of mankind.
By Mettle Heart5 years ago in Fiction
Death; the end?
This place that is now a desolate wasteland was once my home. This place, so riddled with grief, anger and death was once rich with compassion and peace... and hope. When I look at the grey skys, smell the mixture of dead bodies that are piled in the streets and demolished building I can’t help but weep about how it never had to be this way.
By Joshua Jano5 years ago in Fiction
The Hyperdome
Gripping the locket, Walter sunk to his knees and kissed the arid ground. He gave thanks to the planes of the Wastes, for although almost baron, they had reared him. His body, sinewy and scarred as it was, felt strong and his heart thudded tremendously in his chest at the prospect of revenge. He opened the locket to gaze at their beloved faces one final time.
By Bede 5 years ago in Fiction
Lockets for Sale or Trade
Lockets For Sale or Trade “Lockets! Get your heart lockets here!”, the man called out. “I got red ones, I got yellow ones, I got green ones too”, he put emphasis on ‘green’, smiling slyly as the voices in the large hall went from a deafening roar to a stunned silence. Now that he had their attention he continued with his pitch.
By Robin Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
The Good Shepherd
Humans first opposed us. But then we were deemed a necessary tool, a necessary evil. They protested and debated for the will of God and fate and nature. But like patients whose lives depended on doctors, they abandoned the natural as we became their only hope and once we rescued them from their oncoming white light they thanked their God.
By T Owens5 years ago in Fiction
Fantasy Non Fiction
Greetings Everyone. August of 2019 my fiancee passed away from a massive heart attack at the age of 45. She was a wonderful woman with a heart of gold larger than Fort Knox who stood by my side as my warrior princess. A strong and honorable woman who's love was a truly a treasure.
By Timothy Sokoloff5 years ago in Fiction
our escape
29.07.3032 Im sick of it! I spend my days the same, wake up before dawn gather my things and start walking, look for food, find shelter and run. I despise it here, there’s always something in the darkness out to get you. Not a day goes by where I live in peace. Im tired and finding it hard to continue. Going from empty house to empty house, covered in dust and relics from the past. I long for people, for laughter again. I just want a safe place, a moment to stand still and clear my head. Im always on the move, a person with nowhere to go and no where I can just be. And honestly im finding it hard to remember a time when I was still.
By danielle5 years ago in Fiction
The Undergrowth
After sitting in this windowless, lifeless room for at least twenty minutes the door finally opens, and in walks a woman and two men who now stand at the front of the table.
By EMILY BRADLEY5 years ago in Fiction
The Four Witches of the Four Realms
The Four Witches of the Four Realms The time read 3 a.m.- the witching hour. Ahmya looked around the room attempting to find what woke her. The room was still, the sound of silence buzzing in her ears. Her throat dry Ahmya made her way down the hall towards the kitchen. It was then that she noticed her grandmother’s door ajar. The house appeared to shift under her, her heart sinking into her stomach.
By Angel Schroeder5 years ago in Fiction