Adventure
THE WORLD BEYOND
The hallway light was out. Again. Nora’s slippers made no sound as she padded down the narrow corridor toward the guest room, using her phone as a flashlight. The house was half asleep, breathing its old wood creaks and the faint hum of the refrigerator.
By Pamela Dirr12 months ago in Fiction
The Moon That Cried Silver Tears
The people of the world first noticed it during the great drought. The skies had been relentlessly clear for months, and the land was parched to dust. One night, a new star appeared, trailing a faint, silvery light. But it wasn't a star. It was a tear.
By Habibullah12 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Captured the Moon in a Jar
Leo was a boy who loved the moon with a desperate, possessive love. Every night, he’d press his face against his bedroom window, watching it sail through the clouds, a perfect silver coin. He hated that he had to share it with the whole world. He hated that it always, eventually, slipped away.
By Habibullah12 months ago in Fiction
JETT THE DRAXXION
There was once a weak boy named Jett, who was often insulted because of his skinny and fragile body. His classmates mocked and bullied him constantly. Although the anger built up inside him, Jett didn’t know how to respond. He endured the humiliation silently but always wished that one day, if he ever gained power, he would make those who tormented him regret their actions.
By ikechukwu michael12 months ago in Fiction
Punk Tactics
Everyone in the Belcher household was sectioned off and fixed on their individual tasks. The subtle creaks of an old house settling echoed through an empty hall. Bob and Linda sat quietly in the kitchen, wine glasses sweaty and half empty. Bob stares at the phone, in complete shock and disbelief.
By Dylan-Quinn Harris12 months ago in Fiction
the day I Didnot give up
it was a quiet morning and the sun was slowly rise behind mountaine a cool wind was blowing through a small window of my room i sat on my bed starting at my old note book the old note book was not just a paper and ink -it held my dream a deam that had almost decided to give up for many months i had worked for dream to pass an important exame i had sacrifice my sleep , my fun, i leave to my favorite sport cricket study upto late night , i leave even friend i work so hard but un fortunatly when result come i failed and the world- failed - i felt the heavior than any thing in te world i fielt that every thing is over in the world and nothing re main of myself i crying never faced anyone becuse of failure and some peopel tell me that yo never do it . ''may be i' am not good enough'' i whispered to my self. my heart was broken i wanted to quit but the morning was diffrent when sun light touched my face something changed inside me. i remember why i started this journey in my first timemy dream was not just aboute me it was also my family who belive me and also for my girl friend who want that i become and remember who tell me that you can never do it ''i wiped my tear and open my notebook again and write the dream is not impossible i just have to keep doing'' these words give me strength an i decided to my dream one more chance this time i did not study with fear i study with hope i made new plan broke my problem into small pieces l learned from mistakes instead of crying on them i practice every day consistant even no one can see me some day was still hard i felt tired and alone every time i wanted to give up but i remember family trust on me girl friend and first morning i decided to try again i worke too hard study more leave friend cricket and sacrifice my sleep day to week and weeks to month i was confident now and belive on myself finally the day of exame come and i felt confident now and i was not same earlier becuse i grow myself stronger exame day i pray and come give exam i clear my mind of all douts and i think god will give me reward of my struggle and exame over and i come to home with confident that i do i think i am thinking now that my work i do now when result come my parents also with me and other family member always but when result come i not just pass but i was topper now i cry with joy and the happy of my family i cannot writes in words just you imaged my dear what will be happines of my mother so my dear you think and those who tell me that you can never do it was astonished to see me as topper not just i passed at the moment i realize that succces is not aboute never failing but success is about not giving up now i think if i decided not to regive exame and except failure i will not able to top and pass exam now when peopel asked me how you did it i simple smile and replay not give up make me successful and my dear it may be a magic of life one try one more push .and one more step and not to give up BECUSE THE DAY YOU DECIDED NOT TO GIVEUP YOUR STORY BEGINS MORAL OF STORY failure is not the end it just a bend in road if you keep doing you one day your dream will be real. ''so my dear i am muhammad yaseen from pakistan do work hard and shine your family and get a name in word NEVER EVER NEVR GIVE UP TRY TRY TRY'' GOD BLESS YOU .
By Muhammad Yaseen12 months ago in Fiction
Moon’s Gift to the Blind Girl
Elara’s world was not dark. People called her blind, but that was their word, born from their own fear of the absence of light. Her world was built of sound and scent and texture. The rough bark of the old oak was a story of strength. The scent of rain on dry earth was a complex symphony. But the one thing that remained an abstract concept was the Moon.
By Habibullah12 months ago in Fiction
MARVEL/DC COMICS PRESENTS #9
Dr. Strange/Dr. Fate Baltimore, Maryland 1968 Doctor Stephen Strange, master of the mystic arts, woke groggily and found himself on the hardwood floor. He was for a moment unsure of his surroundings, but a sharp pain to his head and back reminded him. The room had flashing waves of energy that flickered about. It resembled the psychedelic art of the times. There was no mistaking the vast mystical forces at play before him. He saw the back of Doctor Fate. His golden cape flowing with the winds that were swirling about the room. His arms were outstretched and his golden gauntlets were crackling with golden mystic energy. There appeared to be a faint outline of an Egyptian ankh shaped by the mystic energy around them. Dr. Fate was engaged in mystic combat.
By Derrick Billups 12 months ago in Fiction
MARVEL/DC COMICS PRESENTS #8
Dr. Strange/Dr. Fate Baltimore, Maryland 1968 Dr. Stephen Strange and Kent Nelson entered the oddly cold apartment. They stepped through calm but alert. Slowly and carefully they walked through the hallway towards the stairs at the far end.
By Derrick Billups 12 months ago in Fiction
