Adventure

November 11th and All the events preceding It.
I'm on the floor of a gas station, my body feels weak, If I lay still In the dark for 10 minutes maybe I'll have a moment of rest, I've been keeping things from you, your songs are flowing out of my earphones during this shallow respite, your career will let you shine, glow towards the public and I do not want my pain to hurt you , It's been a few months so I am willing to tell you why I have been far, absent ,away I guess.... I lost everyone my love , I am left to do this alone and I didn't want to do It this way, you have everyone, your family even made me clothes and shelter for me.
By AETHERIA STAR ANGEL2 months ago in Fiction
All Aboard. Top Story - September 2026.
Factor's words grate on my ears as he read out the next departure time. Their high, almost whining voice like roofing nails dragged across clean steel, sinking into my teeth. In spite of that, I don't dare remove my helmet and its integrated earpiece. I need to know how many elevators are left. I cannot be left behind.
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Fiction
Crawling
A spider crept into my mind like I’ve never seen a spider before. Haunting my body with its ticklish feet. All at once, bam it bit me. I thought to myself, “omg, am I gonna become black widow!”. The excitement stirred in me and I could feel the delusion sitting still in my head.
By Cerina Galvan2 months ago in Fiction
The Bus Ride
Riding the bus is not my favorite way to travel, but if you are like me, low on funds, do not own a car, or your destination is too far to walk or to trust your luck at hitchhiking, riding the bus is your next best choice. So, I chose the Greyhound and waited in a crowded station for an announcer to call my boarding number. I wanted to go to the bathroom but was afraid of missing my call over the loud noises, so I stayed in my seat.
By Frankie Berry Wise2 months ago in Fiction
Waiting...
Gork and Slarb, who had not yet become beloved among the Gitfangula – that happened much later and in a better story – were about to receive a very exciting assignment. The psychic projection hit them both in their neural feeds while they were trying to smuggle food objects over the border and pay back a former acquaintance. It sounded very urgent and possibly lucrative:
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Fiction
Telepathy and The Empire of Knowledge
I looked upward toward the stars. Using what I would name capability, I listened for those above the canopy of our beautiful sky. In the vision I am describing, there were transmissions and communications, one passing through another. And beyond them, an empire.
By Chase McQuade2 months ago in Fiction
The Final Flight. Top Story - September 2026.
Genew no longer joined them in the Ritual. The Congregation gathered every night to worship the Light’s devilish glow, to honor its great and terrible power and pay respects to those who had been swallowed, but he alone remained, trembling fitfully in the garden. The ghostly memory of his first and last solemn night of worship haunted him. He could still feel the horrid buzz that hung in the air, that sick triumphant cackle that always followed a sacrifice. It had very nearly been him. He had flown too close, enthralled by the glow, drunk on the ecstasy of dipping a hair into the mouth of oblivion without losing his breath. Next to him flew a male he had never seen before. Both were laughing, sharing the sensations of this strange and holy ritual, until suddenly, they weren’t. One escaped by the hair of a wing while the other met the blackness on the other side. Stunned with horror, Genew tumbled to the ground, but only he abandoned the ritual. The other moths shivered collectively in prayer, and their dance grew more ecstatic.
By E. B. Rowland2 months ago in Fiction
One last time . Top Story - September 2026.
“Last call” I said warning everyone it was time to start the show. It was my first gig as a stage manager. I was so nervous I could feel my sweats palms hit the surface of my notes as I took a seat in the balcony. It was a sight to see, everyone sitting with anticipation on one of the most beautiful plays about Peter Pan and how he became the Pan we all know and love growing up.
By Cerina Galvan2 months ago in Fiction
Nothing To Lose Part 5
The office was quiet. Several of the investigators were at their desks. The only noises were the occasional sounds of phones ringing. Outside his office window, it was raining harder than Jonas had ever seen. He could barely see the squad cars parked in the open lot it came down so furiously. Sitting there, staring at the rain, he was deep in thought. He remembered the Great Flood of the 1990s, and similarities were there.
By Jason Morton2 months ago in Fiction
Dragon Slayer P2
Sweat soaked the man encased in the dark gritty armor hours later as he rounded another turn in the maze of hallways that had lay beyond the far door of the perfect hall. The narrow stone halls he strode through now were that of any fortress or castle he had walked, gray stone and torches that lay too far from each other to throw a sufficient amount of light to guide one’s way.
By Brier2 months ago in Fiction
Where the Waves Remember
The first warning was not the sirens. It was the ocean. Beyond the cliffs of Jinzhou, the water had risen without moving. A wall of black sea
By The Kind Quill2 months ago in Fiction
The Crimson Path
The forest had a way of forgetting the sun. Even at noon, its canopy hung low and black, and the light that reached the ground came thin and grey, like something already dead.
By Jeffrey Allison2 months ago in Fiction