Fantasy
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 5
Fluke's body was screaming in pain after two continuous hours of chopping at the tree. Sweat was soaking through his clothes, streams of it ran down his back and arms. Luckily, his mask seemed to keep the sweat from burning his eyes, though when he exerted himself, he felt the hot air build up behind the mask, threatening to suffocate him. With shaking arms, he set the axe against the tree and walked to the stump to sit for a few minutes in the shade of the clearing. Looking down at his shaking hands he noticed that blisters had already formed and broke on each of his palms. The sweat threatened to slide into his open sores and burn him, but he rolled his sleeves up and let the cool breeze wash over him. His shoulders ached, his back ached, his thighs and calves burned, and he steadied his breath enjoying the cool forest air.
By Everett Scaife4 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 4
Fluke's eyes widened at the new stat: Resonance: 1.9 He had no idea what it could mean but he felt excited to try it out. Sitting up on the bed, he began to try and focus his energy like he had done in his dreams. Letting out a long slow breath, he focused on the sensation in his right index finger. His mind instantly began to feel the slight buzzing energy that was normal for any part of his body. Slowly, he felt that energetic buzz building up and concentrate down in the pad of his finger. The energy began to go beyond just a vibration, now turning to heat, which made Fluke almost panic. Concentrating again, he began to spread his focus to the rest of his hand, the heat now expanding with the electrical energy. Letting the energy swirl in the palm of his hand, Fluke opened his eyes to see if he could visualize what was happening. But sadly, there was nothing to visualize at first. An icon appeared in his masks vision; it was just a simple eyeball symbol. Trying not to break his concentration, he focused for a moment on the symbol and suddenly it was as if he could see so much more of the world.
By Everett Scaife4 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 3
"What do you mean I will be able to guide and track my resonance?" Fluke now was reaching to his toes, pulling the energy up to his core. His resonance seemed to grow with use, what was at first like yarn being pulled inside his arms and legs, now felt like a light blanket.
By Everett Scaife4 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 2
Fluke was stunned with confusion, and his face must have made that apparent. "It's rude kid. Unless you get permission. Do you let anyone come up and pat your head?" The rabbit raised a paw and smacked the boy between the eyes to assert his point. The rabbit retreated a step, cocked his head and then raised an eyebrow at the boy. Stunned into silence Fluke didn't know how to respond, just letting his jaw drop.
By Everett Scaife4 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal
When the memorial to the fallen came to a close, Fluke came to the side of the Librarian and offered him support. The stubborn man waved the boy away, and they slowly walked back to their prisoner. Q had been left to watch over their captive, and they could see the large golem still looming over him with a constant vigilance. Breaking away from his mentor, who now shambled back towards the village, Fluke went to check on his automaton friend.
By Everett Scaife4 days ago in Fiction
Table Eleven
Tony claims he has COVID, so I've got a double shift. Most nights have been pretty busy this month. People seem to be living it up while they can. The news is nasty, and getting worse. Most of my customers eat and drink too much, tip well and behave, though they get louder when the beverages take effect. I don't mind.
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
The Silver Creation
“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” Epimetheus said, his voice echoing against the stone pillars of the temple. Before him stood a woman clad in silvery raiments, her skin catching the flickering light of the torches. A silver tiara rested upon her brow, and rings glinted from her fingers and toes.
By imtiazalam5 days ago in Fiction
Moirai. Content Warning.
The Three Sisters of Fate, Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos, control every birth, life and death since the beginning of time. Everything from the very moment of a babe’s first breath is caused by their involvement. Every major life event, every new pathway someone might pick, is pre-allotted to them. There aren’t truly any choices in the matter; we are all simply puppets hanging from strings, being danced through life by the masters of our fate.
By Maddy Haywood5 days ago in Fiction
My Big, Crazy, Norse Myth Wedding. Content Warning.
Who doesn't love Norse mythology? Odin. Thor. Freyja. Loki. It's a rich, sprawling mythology. Having said that, like other mythologies, there are elements of silliness insanity, chaos, all of which make it even more compelling for me.
By John R. Godwin5 days ago in Fiction
The Story Beneath The Story
People call me Bigfoot and other names and say that I smell horribly. They are afraid of me because I’m not human and have fur. I live where few people do, and the scent I give off is from my rich diet. We live in the wilderness, hiding from humans, and smell like the earth and trees. We rub the raw elk onto our fur and sometimes have nests with carcasses and excrement. Humans don’t find traces of our bodies because, when near death, our fur sheds and eagles take it away. We only die in the spring when wolf and bear cubs are emerging, and our bodies feed their young, while their parents consume our bones. There aren’t many of us left. We think humans stink, and we know when they are near. Human females smell better than males, but sometimes their acrid odor makes me sneeze; it seems to happen once every moon.
By Andrea Corwin 5 days ago in Fiction
