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Art Fantasy

Son of the Selkie

Son of the Selkie (413 Words)

The Seal Queen found him while exploring the depths one day with her companions. He was a little thing, not quite newborn. The human half of his mer skin was almost blue with weakness, and his scales were dull. The selkie were afraid to go near him because of the diseases spread so easily among merfolk and fish skins, but Spreih couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him to die.

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Art Fantasy

Level 1000

                 

What would it be like if someone were trapped in their favorite video game as if it were real life?

Dina is about to find out…

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He was beautiful. Not even a 75-inch OLED could have defined Arathiel like she was seeing him with her own eyes. His black hair fell around his shoulders in loose long waves. His olive skin was sculpted with light and shadow from the lowering sun, and his simple, loose clothes flattered the natural poise of the mer’s lithe body. Dina stretched her hand without thinking. She touched him, her fingers sliding across his cheek.

Arathiel’s eyes closed at her touch. He turned his face into her caress. His breath was warm on her wrist, as warm and light as a kiss.

“You’re not enchanting me, are you?” Dina asked.

A small smile quirked his mouth at her question. “What if I am?”

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Fantasy Photo

River Road

River Road (100 words)

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The running road runs like a river
Through the flowers and the loam;
The one road that I desire
Is the road that’s running home.

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Art Fantasy

Goblin Summer Song

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Goblin Summer Song (69 Words)

God is singing in the summer
Rolling out the leaves of green
Straightening the little weedlings
And spreading every songbird’s wing.

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Fantasy Humor

To Be A Fish

To Be A Fish (150 words)

Sometimes he wondered what it was like, to be a fish. It must be very peaceful. James could imagine the brown cool waters closing over his head, the water life swimming around him, a wealth of good food in green muck. He could also imagine a bigger fish, mouth gaping wide and coming for him with the speed of disaster.

“James?”

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Art Fantasy

Story Time

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Story Time (99 Words)

“Were you ’fraid, Tilly?” Noel sounded as tiny as he was, looking up into Mr. Caddy’s face with the wide open eyes of a six-year-old.

“Wisht, no,” said Mr. Caddy. He challenged his audience with mischievous eyes. “D’ye know why I wasn’t afraid? Well I’ll tell you. I knew, sure I knew, that Hattie would save me.”

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Fantasy Romance

The Answer

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The Answer (99 words)

The note was carefully written, the bottle was firmly corked, and Andrea looked out over the blue water. The water was still and so clear that she felt she could see the bottom.

Whispering a prayer, she let the bottle go.

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Fantasy Romance

Sang-Col #writephoto

Sang-Col (595 Words)

It was on a cliff of stone and ice where they met, the goblin chieftain and the human king. So the goblins called the cliff and the field itself Sang-Col, which in their tongue means “Blood-Call.”

The goblin chieftain was Scrape, known to her people as a fair but unyielding ruler. In the days before goblin lords and the self-named goblin king, a goblin chieftain recognized no path but their own, and Scrape acknowledged no master of her actions but herself and the God whom the goblins named Ovallen. For this reason, against the advice of her kin, she had seen the human king’s youngest son Patrick and dared to love him.

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Fantasy Romance

The Choosing of Scoral and Lune #writephoto

The Choosing of Scoral and Lune (878 words)

Scoral was a handsome mer, graceful and strong, his long hair the color of ripe kelp and his scales the same fiery orange-gold. He was chosen by Lune for his fearlessness and wildness. All mer have that wild edge to their personality, but Scoral was known to test his elders almost to the limit. More than once he was threatened with banishment from the chorus. Although lone mer were not unheard of, in dangerous ocean waters these solitary-minded mer only rarely survived.

Scoral himself was not concerned. He swam alone frequently, relishing the freedom of his own path.

Lune was his own age, the daughter of a chieftain. She was quieter and more thoughtful in her ways than Scoral, and she knew he was far too reckless. She better than anyone understood that to say so would be useless. Others had told him and Scoral refused to listen. It was left to him, to decide what his fate would be.

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Fantasy Humor

Little Mouse Goes West

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Little Mouse Goes West (99 words)

Once upon a whisker, there was a cowboy who bumped into luck and fell down hard. It was the kind of fall you don’t get up from easily. Mouse, who had followed the cowboy’s dust for miles, didn’t like it at all.