Fantasy

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
The Timeless End
Would you rather feel or not feel? Be free from a curse that locked you up for years... Many years ago my ancestor stripped away the emotions of every human causing no pain, war, and arguments but that came with a price it took happiness, love, and fulfillment they took away what people once called purpose. Every time a queen takes the throne they are given a heart-shaped necklace, inside it holds the thing called “emotions” or Elena, but soon it will become mine.
By Naila 5 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
Into the Dustbin
Our world was done. There were only a few of us left, whereas I remembered billions. I remembered the color green being representative of vitality, whereas now it represented mold and decay.
By Anton Crane5 years ago in Fiction
The Freedom Oak
“Where is she?” He demanded. Trista knew the answer, but she said nothing. “We know she was with you. We’ve been tracking her for months. Tell us now, and we may let you die quickly.” Silence. It seemed a lifetime ago that she and Sylvia were running through grassy fields, laughing and singing. Merrily on their way to The Object. Few knew where The Object was, even fewer knew what it was for, but Trista and Sylvia knew. Through time, efforts and a fair bit of luck, they had found the key to The Object. Humanity’s one long shot hope of redemption. But the officer knew none of this, he only knew he had orders to find the two girls, and bring them to his superiors.
By Molimo5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of Gala
It was my mother’s. The heart locket. It was what she gave me as they dragged her away. She told me to never wear it unless I wanted the truth. I was only six years old at the time. I was confused by what she meant that day and never once wore the necklace…until now.
By Olivia Kemp5 years ago in Fiction
Vulturistic Intent
“What do you remember about the day Richter was killed?” The man’s voice was nasally yet sinister. The question lays heavy in the air. I swivel in my chair as I avoid eye contact with the stranger.
By Megan Biasutto5 years ago in Fiction