Fantasy

A Statue And Its Cat
On a dark, stormy night a downpour ensues. Thunder can be heard in the distance. A white cat runs in search of shelter. It runs past a bronze statue into a corner between a fence and shrubbery. A noise can be heard, like metal rustling. All of a sudden, the statue moves and steps down from its podium causing the sidewalk to crack under its metal foot.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
The Hajarta
I When the bell rang six times, Wishla knew it was time. He would be coming for her, and he would be bringing everyone.
By Bryan Leeds5 years ago in Fiction
I Have Seen The Future
Every dusk was always the same. The creatures stirred from their slumber as the sun sat just above the horizon. Their tremulous cries warned any human still alive to find shelter, promising that they would not live to see another morning otherwise. Moving only during the day was a necessity, as the evil beasts were curiously averse to the sun. The night, however, belonged to them and their bloodlust.
By C. L. Marks5 years ago in Fiction
Liston's Knife
Let the whole world witness the great art we have wrought. Tonight—I am more alive, more aware, than ever I have been. Kaminski gripped me in his left hand while in his right he carried the bloody heart of Mary Jane Kelly. In the morning, they would find the rest of her, and it will change London forever. I knew this was only the beginning of what we could accomplish together. Mary Kelly had been our greatest triumph, but with such a perfect brush as Kaminski, and all of London as our canvas—there was no limit to what we could accomplish together.
By Hugh Alan5 years ago in Fiction
Lapis Lazuli
Monday Morning Ester stared down at her husband in disgust. Daniel lay sprawled upon the threadbare divan, that same one she posed for him on. Ester couldn’t help glancing over her shoulder at the damnable painting smiling so ethereally back at her.
By Hugh Alan5 years ago in Fiction
Terror and Ecstasy
Where does the river begin? The stream that meanders and trickles through the backwoods, downward and converging with its brethren tributaries. Tumultuous rolling white water crashing violently barreling towards the delta drop off, is this the beginning? A speck in the sky up high in the atmosphere falling gently until it merges with another bead of oxygen and hydrogen, it too converges rapidly accelerating by violent winds and crashes down. Does the river begin at 10,000km?
By Daniel5 years ago in Fiction
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