Series
Nightmare Canvas: Green
Everything felt different to her. The room she woke up in today wasn't the same as the one she fell asleep in last night. Everything from the curtains to the carpet was devoid of their original colors and was now pure white. The LEDs that lined the top and bottom of the walls appeared brighter than they actually were and flashed red each time she attempted to open the door. She only made three attempts, but it was on that third attempt that the knob morphed into a blade and left a deep cut on her palm.
By Cassidy Moon5 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Places (Part 1)
Ever since we were small, I have looked to Penny for…well, everything. She’s smart. She’s brave. She faces every challenge with her shoulders back and her head high. She kept Dawn and me alive when things went to hell, and I don’t know anyone else who could have done that.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Fiction
The Phoenix Released
In the kingdom of Felnor, almost 1500 years since the dragons first claimed their human companions, Princess Vivian sat with the sorcerer Illior brainstorming possible ways to return Vivienne, the girl from a different world, to human form. Having been transformed into a phoenix by the angel from Vivian’s dreams, she would forever be doomed to a cycle of rebirth, unable to meet her dear family in the afterlife. Kaen, having returned to his original form after Vivienne in her phoenix form blew phoenix embers in his direction, aided them in their endeavor.
By Antonia Mele5 years ago in Fiction
TCoE: Adara's Curse
Splintered Hearts “Remember, you can’t reach what’s in front of you until you let go of what’s behind you.” - Unknown Darkness lurked among the twisted forest path that prevailed before a young, beautiful woman. Her soft, glowing skin pale under the full moonlight. Sharp violet eyes cut through the frosty night air, banishing away shadows that crept by. Long, curly blonde-crimson waves of hair streamed over her shoulders and down to her hips. She wore a lengthy dress with living roses blooming along every ruffle and edge of the fabric. Her fingernails were bright red and along her painted face were strange but lovely and elegant scarlet designs.
By Mel E. Furnish5 years ago in Fiction
Bootleggers' Legacy
Belle had moved fast for her age. Within twenty minutes of the tumbleweed wagon leaving Saline with George, Junior Simmons was racing through the woods towards Elisha's house, leaving a tearful and angry Lispeth behind. Ol' Jim Folson would be lucky if she waited until Junior was back to go take a piece out of his hide.
By Dawn Harper5 years ago in Fiction
Kicks
Alex enjoyed his shoes, specifically vans!!!. They gave him a sense of accomplishment. As well as a stylish intuition. He never knew they would take him anywhere? The ones he liked to wear were the low top suede. It reminded him of another era. A time where he was more in control of himself. Sad truth was that he was always more than he thought he was. His friends and family believed in him, but did he believe in himself? Time will tell if that is the truth.
By Alex Jennett5 years ago in Fiction
The sad fact about Mr. Bailey
If there’s one word to describe Mr. Bailey it’d be long. Long face, long legs, long fingers, long life. His fingers however he used to stretch across the fretboard of his guitar and make it cry, in the late summer evenings as he sat on his balcony.
By Mahalia Ots5 years ago in Fiction
