Fantasy Stories

Cyrus could feel her warm body pressing comfortably into his. The sheets hugged their waists with a touch like a silk feather. Her golden sun kissed hair tickled his nose and neck as Kierson nestled herself against his chest. He pulled her closer to him, feeling her bare skin glide against his. Kierson wrapped her arms around him and planted a couple light kisses on his chest. He ran his fingers along her exposed back and side. She looked like a goddess lying there beside him. “Can you hear that?” Kierson asked. Cyrus tilted his head listening. “All I hear…

 The journey may be difficult, but the rewards and experiences are priceless.

One thousand two hundred and ninety three suns have risen and set since I last saw her ocean blue eyes. It is an astonishing number and one I wish I could reset back to zero. I remember quite vividly the last time I saw her. If I had the skill of an artist I would paint every second of that day, if only to lose myself in her eyes one more time. The powers above played their Godly game and for a good laugh gave me the skills to write and dream. Neither does me any good when all I…

  Positive change is often achieved when we are conscious and proactive about the steps we take toward a specific goal. 

There is something to be said for people’s ability to feel change. Some make the reference to deja-vu or call it gut instinct but whatever name it is called, it is there and a part of us. I can feel it rising up now as I sit at my computer, the lamp by my desk dimly lighting the room. It resonates within me, making the air I breathe in fresher, cleaner, colder. My heart will race at random moments and I try to recall the thoughts spiraling in my mind. Maybe one of those thoughts are the key to catching a glimpse…

It was the 22nd of June and the sun was scorching. The rubber on my shoes were meltingand sweat ran down my face is rivers. Still somehow I was able to catch the eye of a lovely read head. She looked as if she had just come from the gym with a pink tank top and tights that had a colorful blue and white design. Her hair was pulled back, allowing me a seductive view of her freckled chest, neck and shoulders. Nothing was more intoxicating than the view of those gray green eyes. She was lovely to look at,…

I had a dream about her again. She was a kiss’ breath away and her emerald eyes filled my view. I couldn’t say if her lips moved or if I heard her words in my head like a telepath but what I do know is they tore at my soul like winter wind. “If only you made me love you. If only there was a spark.” In an instant I recalled all the moments our souls had intertwined. When my skin burned with desire as the cold wind swept over us. We were an inch from one another as we…

In a contest for the most influential weapon of all time, paper would be the unsung hero. Guns, knives and nuclear bombs changed lives in a drastic way, but nothing held a candle to paper. It couldn’t kill thousands of people at one time, but it sentenced that number to death every day. Bad news is never quite so bad when its written down. Unless of course, you were the one reading it. These were the thoughts flowing through Toms mind as he read the fine computer generated font on the plainest of white paper. Nothing about this single piece…