Fantasy
The Takeover
I was fifteen in the year 2042, when nature rebelled against mankind. Not only normal animals, but other worldly creatures, too. Elves, trolls, dwarfs, vampires, dragons, and any other magical creatures you could imagine came out of their hiding place and fought against humanity’s destructive habits, tired of overpopulation, extreme pollution, and habitat destruction. The human race’s population was brought down tremendously, leaving only three million alive, compared to the massive tens of billions that used to occupy the planet. Those of us that hadn’t been massacred were either sorcerers that had hid in the mortal world, like my mother, or enslaved, like me. Anything that polluted the earth was destroyed, and, through magical means, the pollution levels in the world were slowly brought down until there was nothing left but clean air, water, and soil. Now, it’s 2054. I’m twenty-seven, and the Takeover, which is what the falling point of humanity is now called, feels like a lifetime ago. Almost all the humans I know are still upset about it, and want to fight against these newer, more powerful forces, but won’t because those who have rebelled were put down incredibly harshly and as publicly as possible. Not that I would say this to anyone, but I think that the world now is a lot better than the world was when humanity drove the wagon. There’s virtually no crime, absolutely no pollution, and the earth isn’t getting destroyed by an overabundance of mines and cities. Enslaving humankind isn’t right, because, like every race, we have our own good qualities, but the world is undeniably a better place because of it. I just wish that those of us who wouldn’t start a fight to bring humanity back to power would be freed, if there was an accurate way to pick us out.
By Aurora Lesso5 years ago in Fiction
Five Walls of Nunten
To say that the people from Nunten had forgotten what happened twelve years before would be almost true if not for Gellin and his brother, whose memories stretched back before that of their younger brothers who were still approaching the age of adulthood of eleven. Much had changed in the eyes of Gellin, but he was stout and firm and showed little of the world that he remembered. It’s soft hues and great expanses that flowed from foot to horizon; endless seas of twitching grass that swayed and swam like murmurations of swallows, all was now but a memory.
By J.J Stirling5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Diary
Left standing in a whirlwind, a scattered breeze, on the other side of the time portal. I found myself looking around to see what I could tangibly recognise in my new reality, something that would anchor me to sanity, a reality I could familiarise myself with.
By grace viccary5 years ago in Fiction
Gravespade
As Death flew through the world consumed by ash, he tried to piece together where he went wrong. Time, for Death, changed when the world had. He used to wander through the space of time endlessly, from puzzle piece to puzzle piece, searching through a broken pane of glass for his own continuity. Time was a gossamer web spun from whatever shape he desired, and remembering this he almost reminisced, but couldn't even comprehend it anymore. Every moment here lasted forever; he could no longer fly freely through the spectrum of his infinite influence. He had none. Time was linear, and he had little else to do. Everything had died, putting an end to death. He was starving. He was going crazy.
By Piper Waller-Staggs5 years ago in Fiction
True North
In the ruin land of the new millennium, after the fall of the Elusive Empire, Adeline, a dreamy twenty three year old daughter of a blacksmith and a peddler, finds herself singing in the halls of what’s left of a destroyed emporium. Adeline sings a song that tells the love story of her ancestors. “Crimson lips, a gentle kiss, forbidden yet bestowed. My hushed lips they do not speak of my lover’s hidden woes.”
By Milly Mercury5 years ago in Fiction
Past Connections
Ace I emerge from the cabin I have called home for so many years. I adjust my eyes to the light as I cautiously walk up the dirt path leading to the small hill on my left. I look around searching for any signs of life when something catches my eye. Far off in the distance, I see a girl, frantically looking around like a deer trapped in headlights. I was about to turn around when she looks me dead in the eye then starts to run away, as I feel the loneliness creep back in.
By Hannah Rose5 years ago in Fiction
The OVERSEER Companion Guide
A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR Thank you for reading the Overseer Companion Guide. If you read the Overseer books (OVERSEER: Servants, OVERSEER Guardian, and OVERSEER: Silence), or any of the short stories set in that universe, certain aspects of the story may confuse you, such as how magic works in this world, or how I arrived at the names I used. Fear not! I compiled all the notes I created before and during the writing process into this guide.
By Mark Jefferson5 years ago in Fiction
Habit
Ashes. That’s what woke her up. A soft snowfall of ashes falling over her face as the earth crumbled above with force. She stirred immediately. How long had she been out? Too long, for certain. The bunker creaked with her weight as she crept off, walking to the sink. A girl with a tired gaze and a mess of dark curls stared back. She sighed, washing the grit from her cheeks before deciding it had really been far too long. Time to find Porter. She lifted a trapdoor beyond the main ground and slipped in. A spiral of dark, moistened steps led to the hidden lab, lit just enough with a small luster.
By Luna Shorts5 years ago in Fiction
Annibell's Awakening
Thunder shakes the firmament, rolling down to the horizon from the north to the south engulfing the earth. Then from the shakes of the earth come a shadow that lingered beneath and from the cracks rose the darkness filling the air with gnashing teeth and crimson eyes. Most lands became barren in snow or ash, while other lands became thickets of warped darken trees that eject spores from their roots, thusly could change the form of any living organisms into these trees. All trees bore faces of humans to which smaller wolf-like creatures feasted upon. Yet, most humans remaining, traveled through these parts wearing masks to filter the air. Some humans tried to live in the snow or ash filled lands, mostly the once standing cities to scavenge what might remain. Yet one land most humans hope to get to, stands in Wales, where it all began and where most humans hope to travel to in hopes there might be a safe haven. Although this part center of Wales has a protruding upside-down funnel feeding to the roaring clouds above and a town swallowed by a green mist.
By Buddy Warren5 years ago in Fiction
