Wednesday, July 23, 2014

The Fourth Instance by Rachel O'Neill

The smoke from the wreckage filled the sky. As soldiers and emergency personnel arrived to secure the scene they found what they expected: charred, broken bodies scattered across the field. What they didn’t expect to find was her.

The sole survivor of the tragedy, she stood in the midst of the field with her back to the rescue teams. Her sweet summer dress, now torn and covered in ash, and her long blonde hair blew in the hot winds surrounding the wreckage.

Cries of “Survivor! We have a survivor!” filled the site. The emergency personnel called it a miracle that the young woman wasn’t destroyed in the blast, but they were suspicious. Soldiers approached with caution, fanning around the site.

Andori and The Sun Man by Mary Wright

A tall, bright bulb of light appeared before Andori, and said that this was a day of opportunity for him.


“Is that all you have to say!” The Sun Man said aggravated, his human-genie-elf-like form changing to make his appearance not so blinding, “I choose this day to appear before you, and you do not say things that make sense!”

All the legends, he believed them, sure. But he didn’t think that The Sun Man was actually going to appear before him. He had worshipped The Sun Man statue all his life, as everyone else did. But here he was, hovering. “I…..believed you were real.” Said Andori, slowly, careful not to trip over his tongue, “I just didn’t think you were really real.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Link to a New World (Zelda Fanfic) by Megan Elliott

All laughter I had inside of me dissipated like a popped bubble. “My name is Zaria Yumiko, I come from Oakbank but I’m guessing you wouldn’t know where that is…. As for how I got here, I have no idea. I went to bed and woke up in a desert. I wish I could tell you more but I really don’t know anything.” I look at them, pleading with my eyes hoping they’ll believe me, I know I should still be frightened out of my mind right now, but being in this place, I feel at peace. It almost feels as if I’m home, I lock eyes with Link for just an instant and I see a sense of hope in the depths of his blue eyes. I avert my eyes quickly to hide my embarrassment, I can already feel the blush creeping into my cheeks.

Bushy brows speaks up again, I’m going to assume he’s the head honcho in this place. “Well Link, since you insisted upon bringing her here, then you must take responsibility for her. You know we do not like having many outsiders in our peaceful grove. I suggest you take her to your place for safe keeping. I will let Saria know you are here and perhaps she could give us some guidance for the time being.”

Sumerian Supper by Kai Kiriyama

“I have to admit that I'm impressed,” Anzu said, a smile plastered across his deformed face. He had been beautiful, once upon a time. He had been worshipped as a god of thunder, mightier than Thor and Zeus combined andrevered for his feathers. Now, he'd been sentenced to a half-life of disgrace with nothing but the shadows to keep him company. His scarred and mutilated face was his constant reminder that the light cannot survive in the darkness.

        The elder gods seemed to forget about what dwelt in the darkness and Anzu soon found himself a companion named Namtar.

       Namtar smiled, his crooked teeth somehow pearly white, his face round and jolly despite the evil in his purple eyes. “You never believe me when I say that I have a solution to your problems,” Namtar complained, turning the spit on which he was cooking. “I have a solution for everything, I am, after all, the companion of Fate.”


"You do not speak to it...”
                                                 – Father Lucas Trevant
                                                          The Rite, Mikael Håfström

. . .
“How long have you been blind?...” The journalist asked, staring cautiously at the blind man. Especially his eyes. His  cigarette smouldered with faint curving clouds of smoke.
“Blind?” Confusion fell over the blind man.
“... the cloudy white... the,  over your eyes... that, cataract!”  The journalist continued.
“Anyway, I’ve not heard, anything go bump in the night... so far.”
“You,.. How long did you hear the sounds, being emitted inside your home?  The voices, or voice?”
“3 days back...”  The blind replied.
“So, where are they?”
The blind man didn’t respond.