Many fantasy lovers have heard the well told story of a human meeting different creatures with magical powers, strange features and such like. And then of course the human realises that deep, deep inside there is a power within him and he awes the world with this power, be it be breathing fire, warping reality or indeed in some cases; bringing hope to mankind. That's what is going to happen here I guess, when I open this gate to the 'Academy for the Uniquely Talented' and walk through to the playground full of people with weird tails and horns, trying to avoid the balls of flames they conjure up and the black hole that seems to have been crea
ProloguePrologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The moonlight reflected off the lakes iced over surface and made the fresh snow on surrounding banks sparkle. The boy looked at his father, who stood its centre. Shrouded in a brown coat, his father beckoned him with a finger.
The sword landed on that bank, throwing up fine snow, for its hilt had slipped through the boy's fingers.
He ran towards his father.
For a moment, there was only the sound of pounding feet, the gulping of cold air. He embraced his father, wrapping his arms tightly around his middle and pressing his face into his father's coat. Tears dripped off the boy's cheeks, threatening to freeze like the ice below.
Chapter 1 : Part 2Chapter 1 : Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lenna looked up into her mum's face. It was pale, and her eyes were rimmed red. Smiling nervously, Lenna reached out, 'Mum? What's wrong?'
Her mum opened her mouth. There was a wet bubbling noise and a soft croak and then she closed it again, tears welling up in her eyes. Lenna stepped inside, taking her mum's arm. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it would burst.
Her mum lifted her left hand, showing Lenna a letter. It was crumpled in her clumsy grip and the ink had run a bit from tears. Lenna gently grabbed her mum's wrist as the arm started to flop back to her side again and gently prized it out from between her
The tree of belowThe Tree of BelowThe tree of below3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad's gonna kill me!"
Orange leaves flapped in the fierce wind around Kathy as she reached for another branch. Her foot slipped and she screamed, swinging, hands flailing --
Trickles of blood ran over the leaves of below, turning them crimson.
Dad didn't kill Kathy
But the ground did.