Fantasy Stories

Nothing ever sounded sweeter than the sound of sirens approaching. It gave hope to souls teetering on the edge of life and death. Tonight there were three such souls gazing over the edge and into nothingness. I was one of those three, and I was not prepared for the eternal life style. I was still adjusting to the mortal life, just getting used to the nuances and intricacies of people. The universe it seemed had alternative plans, which included my soul but not my opinion. The sirens were louder. The medical vehicles were getting closer but my body was growing…

Between screams you attempt to profess your innocence, but I know the truth. Why won’t you confess? There is just the two of us here, both with knowledge of your crimes, and yet you admit nothing. You endure needless torture. Why? I do not understand. I draw back the sledge hammer, and prepare myself for the next blow. You cringe like an injured animal, watching with scared eyes as the worn steel head reaches its apex. Reluctantly I hold the tool in place. My muscles burn as my eyes search for your weakness. For the small flaw that will help…

Specs of moonlight glittered in her tear filled eyes. She began to cry, streaks ran down her cheeks as she kneeled in a dank puddle of rain water before the thick man. Even now she was beautiful. With her dark brunette hair hanging loosely around her face in thick curls and her freckles shinning like diamonds on a beach. She was beautiful, no question about it. Her insistent pleading brought him back to reality. “Please! Don’t kill me.” “Kill you? Why would I do that?” “You wear the mark of the executioner’s.” Her delicate hand trembled as she pointed to…

My feet have lead me to a place where my heart quickens with fear. Logic pulls me in one direction while my heart tugs me in another. Yet even if I wanted to continue forward, my feet are cemented in their place. They do not wish to move in any direction, and that is fine with me. For beads of sweat glisten on my brow and run down my spine. Muscles ached from miles of difficult travel. It was a pleasant reprieve to stand still, but it felt odd. It had been a long while since I have had a…

Only one thing was on her mind as she starred off into the glass still lake, her brother. He was twenty two seconds older, but acted years younger. Her mind drifted like a boat on an endless sea. The questions she held in her heart, could not be answered by any living soul. If only she could talk to him, tell him how much she loved him. But the world would have it another way. Fate gave her someone who loved her, who understood her, who shared her thoughts. Then as quickly as a storm, he was sick and getting…

The gunmetal sky opened up and released an unforgiving volley of rain droplets.  Each splash of her footsteps could be heard down the alleyway along with a symphony of raindrops as she drew closer. Her hips swayed in tune with the streaks of rain swishing back and forth like grass being blown in the wind. I can remember the last time I looked upon her beautiful face. A pleasurable memory burned into my mind like a brand. Thoughts of her floated up from the depths of my mind from time to time. Usually it was the days when the pitter patter…