Adventure
Time To Die
‘Shari help me'. It pierced my blissful dreams. I sat up with a start. ‘Mum?’ blinking my eyes, I could slightly make out my mums blonde hair through the darkness of our cabin.
Ashleigh HolmesPublished 3 years ago in FictionEscaping Them
As my mom is tucking me in, I cannot help but wonder what is wrong. All day mom has been acting weird, and I can see the bruises forming on her arm showing that she got in trouble at some point. She has always told me it is very important to always obey and do what I am told. As mom settles down next to me, I start to ask her what is wrong, but she speaks before I can even open my mouth.
Elizabeth TownsendPublished 3 years ago in FictionHarvest Wars
My dreams are filled with the mouth-watering scents of bacon cooking, meaty and thick. Crisp-edged, fluffy waffles fresh off the iron, dripping with sweet, golden maple syrup. A bowl of cereal bathed in creamy, ice-cold milk. Eggs, sunny or scrambled, warm and delicious. And of course, plenty of hot toast slathered in butter, to sop up anything left on the plate.
Tracy BradfordPublished 3 years ago in FictionA ray of Hope
It’s been so many hours, days, months, and even a few years since I saw it, but I know I need to keep looking for it…it’s the only thing that keeps hopeful and keeps me sane. I still can remember her face and the smell of her hair and the touch of her skin…but lately, these memories have started to fade away. Instead of them, all that seems to want to remain is that dreaded sense of doom as the wind whispers in my ear… "the end is near”.
Xavier PeixotoPublished 3 years ago in FictionHuntress
As the sword cuts down at Selena’s head, she was surprised by what thoughts wound through her mind. We’ve told legends of the four horsemen for thousands of years. Stories passed down generation to generation. The details might change but the shape is always there. Yet for all the stories, when they came, we were still unprepared. A global pandemic brought the world to a standstill. Quarantine became mandatory and production halted. Famine soon swept along in its wake, and it wasn’t long after that the fighting began. Leaders of the world got greedy, or desperate, it was hard to tell in the end. War raged. Weapons were unleashed upon the world. Destruction in Mans hands and raining down from the sky. The explosions causing skylines to change and the earth to be reshaped.
James GuilarPublished 3 years ago in FictionCountdown
A young man around the age of 18 groaned, finding himself lying face up and looking at the cracked ceiling. His vision blurred in and out, and he blinked his blue eyes in order to make it clearer. He took a glance at his legs to see two concrete slabs covering them in the shape of a teepee, leaving just enough space in the gap for his legs to be squeezed underneath, long cutting off the circulation. He groaned and felt around for something to pry the large slabs so he could have room to move his legs...He found a large pipe and propped it up, beginning to slide out with difficulty, he braced his abdominal muscles together in efforts to help his process. Inch by inch the young man slowly slid his lower legs out and let out a huge sigh at the effort, laying back on the ground to catch his breath. He shuddered slightly at the tingling sensation in his lower legs, wondering how long they had been like that. He leaned with his head back, closing his eyes before gathering his thoughts.
The Dragon Gulch
"Hey Mom, Mom come quick, look at this!" She slowly made her way to the only window we had to see the outside world. She peered at the anomaly in the sky which made her smile. She quickly turned around and spoke,
Lamar WigginsPublished 3 years ago in FictionWorlds End...
The colorful lights flood the square tonight and the breeze is light like angels kisses on my skin. You can tell summer is on its way. People in every corner are happy and talking to each other like there’s not a care in the world. Why is it then that I feel so alone, even in a crowd. It’s almost like I’m empty, with no spirit left with nowhere to belong. I’ve been going through the motions doing the things I know I’m supposed to, but it seems to have lost all meaning.
Angela BullinPublished 3 years ago in FictionForest Ranger
AAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH! I yell as I fall down a steep mountain with no way of stopping myself. I fall over and over until finally I slam shoulder first into a rock formation protruding from the Earth. I lay there for a second holding my shoulder. There is a slight loving warmth in my arm that runs from my shoulder to my wrist letting me know that it is probably separated. I hope not. I have to keep moving. They spotted me just before I fell like a crash test dummy for what seemed like forever down this mountain. To my side the locket Sasha gave me had come off of my neck and opened on the rock. Something is shining brightly from it as it lay there opened. There is a crystal attached to one side of the locket.
Broken
As I attempt to lift my head, I realize I haven’t got a clue where I am. The piercing light from the sun makes opening my eyes a struggle, and the heat searing into my skin makes me feel as if I could spontaneously combust at any moment.
Laurie AndrewsPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Locket Closes
07/21/2045 “This is all I have… I have nothing else. Just take it... Please.” The Tinker evaluates the man in front of his counter. A sandy shemagh concealing the man’s face, the Tinker’s brow furrows. The man’s voice sounded vaguely familiar, like a lost memory of a friend in another life. The man was old, that much the Tinker could deduct from the man’s posture and voice. His arm outstretched, the man held out a small heart shaped locket. The Tinker stared at it for a moment as revelation set in.
Alexander RandazzoPublished 3 years ago in FictionOde to Sawyer
The faint pitter patter of footsteps echo in a deserted alley complimented by sounds of clanging tin and ruffling plastic bags. A small boyish figure, draped in rags, stood not 4 feet tall. This frail figure rummaged through any container or building that might produce something he could eat. Trifling through cupboards, trash bins and the like. By our standards he may have been 7 or 8 by this time.
Brandon McCullahPublished 3 years ago in Fiction