Fantasy

Fate's Cull
It has been 25 years since my mother died, and only a few less since I decided that fate would not play a part in my own story. I would not end up like my father, a pitiable shell of a person who knowingly walked into a trap and wondered why he got hurt.
By Emily Swann5 years ago in Fiction
Revitalized
I’ve gotten used to dodging when shit starts flying. My reflexes aren’t as good as Augusto’s, of course, but I consider them above average. They kinda have to be when your big brother has spent most of his life getting himself into trouble with his superpowers. After years of being swept up in mini-tornadoes I’ve learned how to get the hell out of the way in a real hurry.
By Tina H5 years ago in Fiction
The Luckiest Girl On The Planet
Earth is nothing but a cold, dead rock. I am the only person left on Earth, and it is my birthday. Hooray! I have been alone for so long that I can’t even remember what someone else looks or feels like. It’s just me and the silence of this cold, dead planet. I’ve had a lonely life since everyone died, but today is going to be different. Today I get to celebrate my fiftieth birthday with myself!
By Sara Dowling5 years ago in Fiction
Red Darkness
Journal Entry #502 There is no night. There is no day. There is only red darkness 24/7 every day. It’s the New World Order and they indend to stay. The demons have taken over, death won, they snuffed out the light. Death is now in power. There is no sun.
By CJ Electra5 years ago in Fiction
The Darkness Dismantled
I used to be full of love and joy, but not anymore. Not since the curse began. Things were different now. The world was different. The people I loved have been torn away from me. Brutally and permanently.
By Tiffany Germain5 years ago in Fiction
Happy days.
Dear great-grandkids, When you read this, your great grandfather and I will be long gone. I would like to tell you the story of how we lived before the unexpected happened.
By Justyna J5 years ago in Fiction
A Quest of the Heart
A QUEST OF THE HEART By Sharon J. Doss June 25, 2021 Forever moving forward, I looked around at the devastation that met my eyes; the rubble, the decay, and the lichen covered remains of the once beautiful buildings that had once stood tall and proud in a bustling city. All caused by the devastation of the events of the past year.
By Sharon J Doss5 years ago in Fiction
The Bloodhound
The two men to either side of me brushed their shoulders against my own. The men next to them did the same, and the sound of clattering armor rang throughout the arched hall.
By Jason5 years ago in Fiction
Under Guardianship
The sun is barely setting when I am awakened by a cry of panic. "Monster!" Sock comes crashing through the ferns and scrambles up the oak tree, pieces of bark splintering off the trunk. They land with a crunch onto the bed of dry leaves below.
By Narwholf5 years ago in Fiction
To Keep You Safe
You couldn’t keep anything from your past life. The moment you stepped into the safety of their walls, you were no longer an individual with desires or original thoughts that could be expressed out loud. Out there, it was dangerous. They told me this when they found me. They stripped me down, the way they did with all the people that they called travelers, and they took all my belongings, hanging up valuables in a museum of the past world.
By Christa Morgan5 years ago in Fiction
One More Time Around
I didn't dream last night. I almost wonder if I slept at all. The silence of the morning is a comfort, and yet my breath holds in my throat as I count down. Five... Four... Three... Two...
By Vivid Lyfe5 years ago in Fiction
Dystopian Sentiments
Introduction// It was early, she could tell by the pale moon light filtering through the window curtain. 3:30 a.m., maybe? That magical hour between night and morning, where the whole word seemed to be deeply sleeping. She was grateful for the circadian awakening, it allowed her time with her single most prized possession.. She reached into her pillowcase and pulled out the heartshaped locket, tarnished from years of abandonment, but always beautiful in her eyes. The moonlight reflected across the lid as she opened its secret compartment, housed inside was a tiny seashell, a gift from him.
By Stephanie Aguilar5 years ago in Fiction