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3049 creative works found

• The Last Days of Plant War IV
  by ndavis07

  Jorn caught one of the hundreds of projectiles whistling past him, and he stabbed it through the king’s heart. The war was finally over.

  In a world where insects are in constant war, one ant just wants to see his family.

• Sonia's Stare
  by DanLujan

  Some say I have issues with my temper, but that is not the truth. Sonia knows why my temper can get the best of me and there she s…

• The Headunter
  by Svalbard

  The Headhunter. John Clapham, ace detective, and all round action hero walked down the dimly lit street briskly. He smiled to himself …

• Dawn of Ages
  by Photofaux

  Inky sky spawned an arc of hissing tangerine flame…an embryonic seed … ...a new era was dawning once again.

  Ironic twist, as ignorance from extreme opposite ends of the intellectual spectrum, bear massive controlling influence in lives which are ‘worlds apart’.

• Marian
  by Kenneth Burnett

  Standing silently in the cold November rain I remember clutching my fathers hand as I watched the grave barriers walk ever so slowly down…

  Standing silently in the cold November rain I remember clutching my fathers hand as I watched the grave barriers walk ever so slowly down the center path of the cemetery, carrying upon their shoulders a fine pine casket which held the remains of my late aunt Kylie. Sobs could be heard in nearly every direction as some two hundred people must have turned up to pay their last respects. I barley knew my aunt, having only met her for a moment once or twice in the whole nine years of my life. In that moment I remember thinking of my mother. How I had always wished I could have known who she was, but as fate would have it she left this world mere minutes after she gave birth to me. A year or two after my mothers death my father thought it best that I not grow up without a mother and remarried, as many men often do when they lose their wives in child birth. He was a merchant who dealt with valuable relics and antiques of the ancient world, and would often leave for months traveling great distances. Not much further behind the marriage my step mother Selina gave birth to my younger brother Gustov, and the four of us lived relatively happy lives together in Edenburge. Yet there hasn’t been a day gone by I don’t think about what could have been had my mother survived my birth. The service was beautifully held in the holy city above Edenburge, and Bishop Rose provided a poetic and equally beautiful benediction on behalf of Isis and the church of light. Then Cardinal Lynch performed a ceremony of last rights on behalf of the church of Anubis to see that the lord of the dead watch over her and bring her peace. It wasn’t till later in the service that I noticed my God Mother, standing motionless in the background. Friend and companion of my great grandmother, immortal as it were her beauty remained as timeless as her endless green eyes. Some of my uncles have referred to her as a witch, cursed to live forever while her loved ones die around her. My father simply considers her another sorcerer. I see her as my aunt see her, the great protector and advisor of generations of women in our family. Silently, she stood waiting for the immediate family to pay their respects before she made her approach to the lowering casket. A tear rolled down the side of her face as she stepped forward whispering gently into petals of a single black rose. Sorrow seemed to sweep over her as she held the rose over my aunts’ grave, and a great loss filled her deep green eyes as she dropped the flower onto to top of the casket now committed to the ground. Intrigued I continued to watch her as she made her way around to the Cardinal and Bishop Rose thanking them for the service, and finally stopping to comfort my aunt Kirsten with a much needed hug and a walk around the cemetery. I followed in the distance as the two of them came to my great grandmothers’ tomb located at the northern side of the temple. I remember Kirsten sobbing with grief unlike anyone I ever seen before, and I think it was she who felt the loss of her sister more terribly than any other in the world. My God Mother, Lady Jerrith simply held Kirsten in her arms and listened while my aunt attempted to find the peaces of her broken heart. The next morning I was paid a visit from Jerrith, as she spent the better part of the day with me telling stories about my great grandmother and fairy tales of far of places. Wonderful stories I recall, particularly because all of the heroes in Jerrith’s stories are women. That evening she saw me to bed and retrieve a candle from her bag and placed it on the night stand next to my bed. Lighting it I could smell the sweet scent of jasmine filling the room as she explained that the candle would keep evil spirits from entering my room, and bring my pleasant dreams in the night to come. “Why do you have to go?” I asked her holding on to her hand. “Promises,” she replied quietly. “I have promises to keep my dear, and mile to go before I sleep.” “I wish you could stay.” “As do I sweat pea, but our tale isn’t written that way. But not to worry, we’ll be seeing each other again, you can be sure of that.” “You promise?” “Yes, I can promise you that.”

• Peak Time Delay
  by leatherdykeuk

  As I hurry through the parking lot intent upon reaching the ticket office, and therefore the train, before the departure time an unexpect…

• Indecent Exposure
  by leatherdykeuk

  On the wall of the study, next to the shelves of leather-bound encyclopaedias forty years out of date (where the entry for ‘computer’…

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  Fictional Fruit Box Label
  by AGoodman

• Triumph or Tragedy
  by Ryan Hallin

  “today you hunt the lion and prove that you are a man.”

  Journey of a life time!

• Book of Kaoz - Caravan
  by ssare78

  Kaoz sat in the stuffy wagon as it rolled slowly through the blinding heat in the Vastitas. They had been traveling only for a day but it…

  The Gods would need a champion and as the God of War it fell to Kaladan…

• Book of Kaoz - Of Gods and Mortals
  by ssare78

  Kaoz sat with her Mother in the tent the Slavers had set up over the stream so they could bathe. It gave them privacy and also confined t…

  The past holds the answer… the future only pain… child of secrets… The Gods will never tame…

• Gawain
  by Svalbard

  “Trust the witch to find the most impregnable place to hide,” Bedwyr replied looking at Arthur for a reaction. / The Pendragon remained si…

• *Out of Body*
  by NDHH

  What I don’t see and can’t accept, doesn’t exist. Except, what he couldn’t see was him.

  A short from author N. D. Hansen-Hill, author of 32 SF, fantasy, horror, and paranormal suspense novels.

• Me and Hunger Visit Earth (Farcical and Allusive)
  by thomasraven

  The redness seeped into my white human body, feeding every cell with its crimson spoon.

  A fictional, farcical and allusive tale of the Bush presidency. Look for different allusions and metaphors (beyond the obvious).

• Time Stops
  by Simon Forster

  “I see the sunlight glinting off the glass as it shatters, caught in that long moment of time, frozen into beams of light that remind me …

  A moment in time…

• Passion and Dash
  by Natasha Clark

  An inappropriate, brief, raunchy encounter one Monday evening…

  Fiction, raunchy, written for In the Moment competition.

• Costa Rica
  by Thomas Williams

  Latent violence ripples under tanned skin. “Man you gotta go to San Isidro. I’m tellin’ ya, you gotta go. The girls are somethin’ else.’”

  Truth is often harsher and indeed stranger then fiction. I often pull the punches in my writing while attempting to get across the sense of place. I would be interested to know if people would like the full story behind these short pieces.

• Sitting on a Flaking Green Bench
  by Emie

  If, while we traipse through the youth and the middle years, we do not discover whatever time will bestow on us in old age, then we will …

• The Silence
  by coriejconwell

  At dinner that night, the silence sat heavily at the table, an unwelcome guest. With a sigh of relief that the ordeal was over, she clea…

• Original Sin
  by coriejconwell

  I was born Maria Carlotta Silvana Giotti, but in the mid-eighties, I legally changed my name to Eve. Just Eve. It signaled a new beginn…

• Mirrors
  by coriejconwell

  The sign proclaimed it to be the experience of a lifetime. To Andy it looked dangerous, mysterious.

• Voyage
  by coriejconwell

  Still, the ship found her, no matter where she hid. Now it came gliding out of the sky before her, soaring over the treetops, scudding t…

• Watershed
  by eleywilliams

  Paul could say his name twenty three times underwater before he was forced to come up for air. The record had stood at sixteen for so lo…

• Objects Are Closer Than They Appear
  by crzadkiewicz

  Tammi Jean Cook was sixteen. She was also psychic.