Adventure
Edible Outdoors
It was cold. I was in the woods during an especially harsh winter. I was out of food and water. I went outside, barley able to bare the weather, and gathered some frozen berries and nuts. I’m glad I found anything. I found a frozen rabbit. I grabbed a handful of snow and put it in my cup. I brought everything back to my tent and let it thaw. I dried out some wet logs and started a fire to cook the rabbit. That’s what I ate with the berries and nuts. I drank the melted snow. Back to sleep.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Camping
My friends and I were out camping at Griswald park. There was Eddie, Bob, and Ricky. I introduced myself simply as Truth, because everything I say becomes the truth. They just thought it was a cool nick name, but it was my super power. They sat around the campfire telling horror story’s. “My turn” I said when they finished. “There was a demon in the woods that jumped out of the bushes and ate everyone here, expect me because I’m cool,” I said. They laughed. You should have seen there faces a minute later. “Good boy,” I said to Lucifer.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
LEGEND OF THE KEEPERS’ MOONSTONE
Two hundred years ago, there was a village home to a species of human-like figures, who glided in the sky with silky wings fluttering as they bounced from one place to another. They were called The Keepers, something humans called seasonal-born pixies. Their village was called Lexilot. As the lore goes, The Keepers lived a life of longevity as they fulfilled their roles dutifully.
By Norma Jane3 years ago in Fiction
Title
I can’t think of a name, subtitle or subject for this story. What should I call it? What should it be about? Should it be fiction or fantasy? A mystery perhaps? Something for the humanity section? Oh I can’t decide. What do I do. This is the worst case of writers block I’ve ever had. Should I make it a story about a bank robber? An archiologist who thinks everything belongs in a museum? Or maybe a detective on the brink of solving a major crime? I just don’t know, I’m out of ideas. This stinks! This really stinks!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunted Train and the Lost Locket
The sun had set long ago, and the moon had risen to cast an eerie glow across the countryside. The whistle of the train echoed through the hills, as it made its way towards the small town of Blackwood. The passengers were settled in their seats, chatting amongst themselves or dozing off. The train was on schedule, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
By Narrative Eye3 years ago in Fiction
Galactic Guardian
Passersby kept their distance, sensing danger. He was no ordinary man but a member of a secret organization tasked with protecting the galaxy from threats beyond human comprehension. His fedora and trenchcoat were made of advanced material and protective weaponry. As he turned a corner, he psychically sensed a stalker. Suddenly he spun around to face his threat and activated his coat's hidden technology. He created a forcefield that sent his enemy hurling backward. But the attacker was a shape-shifter from a distant planet, sent to destroy Earth. The battle was fierce, but ultimately, The Protector emerged victorious, saving Earth.
By The Pleasure Pen3 years ago in Fiction
