fantasy

Mervyn Gets A Leg Up

When the adventurers had killed the two goblin skirmishers, the third goblin realized he was finished. He looked left, then right, panicking. He saw no way out and raised his arms in surrender.

Wolf & Her

Once there was a wolf, and this wolf was all alone. All of the other wolves had been caught or killed. But this last wolf, he stayed. And he did all of the usual Wolfie things. He lived in a cave high up in the mountains. He raided the occasional flock for a stray sheep.

My Plus One Has Paws

I started talking to my truck giving it words of encouragement “Come on you know you want to run for me. If you do, I’ll get the good stuff at your next oil change.” I said as if that might make it reconsider it’s current state.

My Plus One Has Paws

My truck shuddered, and I stroked the passenger seat gently with my bandaged fingers, “I’m going as slow as I can” I told the old vehicle.

Escaping

Joanna had never planned on leaving, she hadn't imagined that one day she would return home to find her husband had left her; having stolen their joint possessions and money. Even their house had been put on the market and sold. Most women would have been angry and vengeful, but all Joanna felt was a strange sense of whiplash as she tried to figure out what to do next. The only action she could take, after seeing that all her worldly possessions had been sold right out from under her, was get in her car and start driving. As she drove away from what supposedly wasn't hers, she couldn't help looking back at her house; this home, which had been more a prison than anything else...

Perlington

****************** In a beautiful land, called Perlington there were two great kingdoms. To the South was Fowther, it was off the coast with a great forest that sheltered them. It's inhabitants had learned to tame phoenixes, great crimson birds with great powers of healing, beautiful voices and the power of fire.

Highland Promise

Long ago, a time before time, a divine race floated in on a mist to the land of Ireland. The Tuatha De' Danann. The Tuatha were so divine, they were considered Godly because of the special magical abilities possessed with in the groups. Arriving to the land to protect the innocent humans who deserved divine protection, also sharing new ways to live off the land successfully. The Tuatha would challenge and destroy any who would seek damage to humanity. Humans were closest in likeliness to themselves. But Fomorians arrived just before the Tuatha, always trying to seek destruction of humans.

Ludovic

In the rear-view mirror, the taxi driver noticed a dog running, yelling, “Help! Help!” He slammed the brakes so hard that his plump client, sporting a blue dress cut above the knee, with a huge yellow bow on the shoulder, roared in an almost masculine voice, “are you trying to kill me idiot!”

A New Spirit

************************* The beginning of a new day, the red fiery sun gave light to a jungle village. Its warrior-like inhabitants have already started milling about going about their daily business. The huts are built within the ancient trees of the jungle where bridges connect most of the village. Vines are sometimes used to get from one section to another quickly. Pulley systems are scattered throughout the village to get good up to the trees. The people only fight when it has to come to such measures but they avoid it if necessary. They have protected and guarded their jungle home for centuries now. Everyone is trained in the art of the sword though mostly men are the common warriors. Most women will take up a bow and stay in the safety of the trees then a blade. But there is a woman who is as head-strong; even more so than the men and prefer the blade to a bow.

Welcome to Obonia

Thunder rolled in the distance. A cool wind brushed through his hair. The smell of salt water filled his nostrils. A sharp pain ripped through his head. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to ride the pain.

A Magical Adventure

Enchantment

It was unusually cold for the season, it seemed that the leaves had changed from green to orange overnight and we went from cicadas in the trees to wind howling outside of my windows in just a few weeks. The steam from my tea was dancing in the sunlight with both of my hands wrapped around my oversized mug to hopefully help take the chill out of my bones a little quicker. I looked to Emery stretched out on the back of my sofa his paws seemingly reaching for something I could not see. Emery is an orange tabby I had found digging through my trash a few years ago, long gone are his days of scrounging for food as he must be one of the fattest cats I know. His eyes opened as I went to scratch his belly his head perking up.