Fantasy
Staring into the Abyss
Long ago there existed a world dominated by hairless monkeys. They created a great and terrible civilisation of kindness and cruelty, connection and isolation, war and peace, freedom and slavery, hope and despair. For as long as they existed, they were consumed with the question, ‘Are we alone in the universe?’ And never, even for a moment did they think to ask that most obvious and terrifying of questions, ‘What if they’re like us?’
By Lachlan Hedge5 years ago in Fiction
Kitsune
Akio carried the tiny mouse in his hands as he hurried home. It seemed to be dehydrated, listless and weak it had barely moved when he approached to pick it up. A movement caught Akio’s eye and he glanced up in time to see a shadow disappear between two trees.
By Heather Ewings5 years ago in Fiction
Arcane Heart: The Reign of Aslivar
Dear my fellow Aslivarite, Our world’s moon and its goddess, Lunai, mourn for us. May you find comfort in finding this message despite the blood that runs through our continents. Please heed my warning: the destruction you see around us was no accident, and this is just the beginning.
By David Albert Prescott5 years ago in Fiction
Escape From Aslyum
Maya cautiously walked through the crowded city of Aslyum with her anxiety screeching as she tried to make her way past the crowd. Pushing and squeezing through the congested city streets she could feel the bones of the malnourished citizens. Narrow alleyways between the steel shacks stacked on top of each other did nothing to block the blinding light cast by the ceiling of the city’s dome.
By wesley myers5 years ago in Fiction
Two Halves of a Cracked Heart
They came in the night. They destroyed my home. They took everything. The only thing I had left was the locket hidden beneath my torn bloodstained nightgown. Whose blood was it? Friend, foe or family? I shook my head brushing the thought away before it could consume me. It didn’t matter. I just had to keep running. I had no destination. No family left alive or any friends who could help. Everyone I knew was gone. They died in the raid for me. I escaped. I was broken, bleeding and bruised but I was alive. And hanging around my neck was the only thing that mattered.
By abbey holmes5 years ago in Fiction
Angel of War
A hot tear ran down a dirty cheek, the ground rocking as another round of air strikes flowed around the little cellar with a metal door. Violet eyes full of water refused to blink, never wanting to forget the faces it could see. In her tiny dirty hands, a small silver heart lay open, her brother on one side catching a football in slow motion, from the last year she had seen him before he had moved away, on the other mom and dad, forever repeating a quick kiss on the forehead, and her mother’s beaming smile at the touch. Another missile fell too close for comfort, and for no more than a second, her eyes slammed shut as a cloud of dust invaded her dark sanctuary in the ground. Her lungs coughed and sputtered, and she waved a hand in the air to try to clear a space to breathe. The bottom corner of the door had been hit with a huge piece of rubble, ripping it off the hinges, the stormy sky staring back at her. Her locket let her look one last time before the screen glitched, slowed, and fizzled.
By Karina Keasbey5 years ago in Fiction
The Specter Gem Chronicles
Where did the world go wrong? The question me and Monty have found each other asking multiple times. Other questions included: Did we deserve this torment? Where are Mom & Dad? Do we have any other choices instead of living in the apocalypse? WHAT CAUSED ALL THIS? And to that I say: We don’t know how it happened. But this is our normal now, constantly running in fear from all sorts of dead things, demons and such. Monty says it’s ghosts, but I know it’s demons.
By Howard Dous5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of Westeros.
You wish you couldn’t hear it… But everyone could. There was absolute, no escape from it. And today…. Today was the most horrid I have ever seen it in my short, young years. Sure, I had been given a front row seat amongst the other juveniles, we each desperately held onto the contents in our stomachs as we watched terrified.
By Destiny tarasenko5 years ago in Fiction
Branwen's Treasure
“Branwen, be extremely cautious!” Burton warned. “Do not let the Pixies see you if you want to live to see another sunrise. They are the most territorial faction to emerge during the Aftermath and they are relentless. Pixies are obsessed with jewels and baubles, and they protect their hoard like a scorch of dragons.”
By Thomas Durbin5 years ago in Fiction
Abraxas
Dusk settled over the city of Aeon in a bright swathe of pink and blue. Stars began to peek out as the sun relented its great dominance to the moon, and the shadows it cast across Aeon dimmed into a greater darkness. In the Alpha district at the northern head of the city, people slowly began to filter indoors from their daily activities to prepare for the curfew at dark. Eventually, the sun sank below the horizon of the Taiman Wall, but still it threw its rays to the heavens as it neared the true horizon that Aeon’s people would never see.
By Margot Lambal5 years ago in Fiction
The Draven Chronicles
The dark tower loomed like a silent sentry silhouetted against a darkening sky that threatened violence. A low rumble of thunder rolled across the plains that surrounded the fortress. Strewn about the barren flatlands were ancient piles of rubble that were supposedly all that was left of a great civilization that had existed long ago. Draven glanced upward at the sky.
By Jim Sprouse5 years ago in Fiction
