Bent by years of questing, the lady entered the crypt. She opened the coffin and swiftly slipped the pendant of Osiris around the vampire’s neck.
“Are you here to kill me, Willa?” he asked sadly.
She kissed him, then opened her spellbook.
“No, Stephen, I’m finally here to save you.”
M. Chronister is a long-time writer of all lengths of science fiction and fantasy. While so far unpublished, she persists in creating stories that will please and entertain, and perseveres in submitting them.
In a movie I saw as a boy, there was a mystical cave hidden behind a waterfall. I remember how eagerly I quested that summer, how I found nothing but slippery rock faces.
Lying here, cold and tired, I sometimes wonder… What would I have found behind the next one?
This story was based on the prompt “waterfall” at TypeTrigger.
He crossed the ocean, filling the water with blood and the hold with gold. Ever onwards to a new horizon, ending fortunes and lives just as easily. Never satisfied and never slowing.
“What is he searching for?” the crew would whisper in the dark below deck.
He would find her.
Ruaridh Buchanan is making his first forays into writing down the thoughts and stories that whirl through his head when he should really be concentrating on something more important like earning a living. Doubtless this will result in bankruptcy or at the very least a blog at some stage in the near future.
“Halt, dragon!” called the knight.
“Who are you calling a dragon?”
“Oh, pardon me,” said the knight. “You looked like a dragon from behind.”
“How rude! I’m just big-boned!”
“I’m terribly sorry, gentle lizard. How can I make it up to you?”
“Don’t struggle,” said the dragon, and ate him.