I stand firm in the rich dirt, red bulbous ornaments adorning my limbs. I can look over this vast orchard, cradling my fruits amidst the other apple trees, swaying them gently and kissing the dew off their skins to taste the night. My fruits... (more »)
Warning: Zeneth is a highly opinionated character and doesn't really care about most people's feelings. Just so you know Zeneth's opinions are not necessarily mine.
I awoke from a not very restful sleep to the sound of people... (more »)
I feel darkness overtake me. Shadows pool into my eyes until all their color is swallowed up by fear. My lungs heave, trying to push this crushing weight off my chest. Soon, all I can hear is the sultry sound of my own blood, red and thick. I... (more »)
Deep in the forest, under a thick net of underbrush, a hunter and his daughter waited. The sun painted the ground with dapples as if it were spilling droplets of light onto the leafy floor. And all was silent. That is, until there came a rustle... (more »)
"An empty canvas is a living wonder...far lovelier than certain pictures."
- Wassily Kandinsky
Minecraft Fanart Forest, Spring of 2012.
In a connectree forest dwelled all sorts of creatures, but in the year of... (more »)
The story is to be narrated at a dimly lit room built of dark gray stone embellished with carved-in murals. There is a wooden desk near (not against) one wall of the room and is illuminated by a few candles to the desk’s right end,... (more »)
Ethereal (adj.): extremely delicate, light, not of this world
Ever since we were children together, we’ve known. We’ve known there was something different about the way that we always seemed to know just what the... (more »)
Prologue Rain hammered down on the roof, snare drummers pounding out their cadence. Midnight cloaked the land in a black dress. The moon hid her face behind the clouds and left the terrain in shadows. Puddles swelled at the side of the... (more »)
“It’s time to get up,” the robotic voice hummed.
Automatically robotic hands reach up to pull blankets off of the bodies of a family living a regular middle-class life.
The little girl stretched and yawned before... (more »)
I fold my arms and legs, arranging myself into the glass coffin in which I was born.
The small tank, once filled with a translucent gel, was used to store a fetus. I have to pull my thighs to my chest and tuck my knees under my chin in... (more »)
Faces are silly little things, as they can never stay the same. Observers may notice a fresh scar on the cheek, or a new wrinkle in the brow, but most noticeably a new person to emerge from change. Fate seems to always be the culprit behind... (more »)
The castle, the one that you have lived in your whole life. You know every inch of every wing, and even of the garden. The numerous hide-and-go-seeks that have been played, to the tours that you have taken your friends on. You live,... (more »)
“Place coffee beans on the edges of the pentagram.” My best friend, Richard read from the book we had gotten at the yard sale. I did. “Chant ‘hype’ thirteen times.” I nodded, and began to chant.... (more »)
The child glanced up at the monster sitting next to her. “Does it bother you?” The monster looked down, empty eye sockets filled with swirling lights settling on the child. “What do you mean?” “You know what I mean. What you... (more »)
Chapter 1 There was a little robot, his name was Jeff. He looked like a human but he was a robot from Mars. The planet was a quiet place but the mornings were frantic and it was loud. Jeff was transferred to... (more »)
I finally had gotten to take my dream vacation with my husband, Robert. Robert and I had been saving our pennies for years, and we finally took a cruise to Aruba. It couldn’t have been planned any better. That was true until 11:27 PM on June... (more »)