Adventure
Nara of Ninavarre
Palla had left too late. There was easily two miles between her and shelter, there was no way she would make it before the storm hit, and even if she could her running would falter soon. Weeks of endless travel without her stag had left her legs wobbly and her breathing trying, but she hardly noticed. Palla felt the weight of the heart-shaped locket beating against her chest and ran faster.
By Tristan Carr3 years ago in Fiction
Heart Sketch
Professor Holly Denby put her head in her hand and leaned hard on the desk. Paperwork had been the bane of her life before the Shift. It was fast becoming the same after, for different reasons. Before, she’d had useless paperwork and the easiest possible circumstances under which to finish it. Now, she had paperwork that meant literal life and death for a town of more than two hundred people, bad ink, bad pens, bad paper, a desk that had come from the landfill, a terrible old chair that made her back ache, and only a couple hours of daylight in which to complete the odious task once her rounds were done.
By Kathryn Carson3 years ago in Fiction
Episode #16 Going on the Ghost Tour Excitement Fills the Air!
Tonight, you and Jordan have made the huge decision to go through the Ghost Tour, nervous excitement travels quickly through your body causing goose bumps to form rapidly across your skin. Thinking to yourself, “What is all this stuff? Is it real? What if a Ghost gets me and I can’t move? What then? Who is going to save me?”
By Susan McGill3 years ago in Fiction
My End is My Beginning
Part One: HER They part for him like the Red Sea. We didn’t have to see him to know when he came, we just had to watch. As kids, hiding behind the cloth of a mother’s dress or peaking through the cracks of a toppled house. As adults, from rooftops where we could catch a better glimpse or through the barrel of a gun as we waited for a good shot.
By Bri Howard3 years ago in Fiction
Deus Mons
He was homeward-bound. His foray into the denser forests and crumbling structures of the opposing valley had been successful. Fuelled by the praises and adoration he would receive upon his return to the hamlet, he had decided to risk the weather. Thirty-odd years, by his best judgement, of wandering, searching, scavenging, had given him the knowledge and experience to survive almost all the hazards the treacherous environment was want to throw at him. This storm, however, was different. This storm aroused an almost forgotten emotion from deep within his steadfast being.
By Josh Mellor3 years ago in Fiction
Episode #3 Going for Supper Before Checking out the Ghost
Going for supper before following a ghost is always a great idea. As you and Jordan make your way down your driveway you notice it’s only 4pm. With an hour to spare before lunch you have decide to stop at the recreational center, just to check it out. Entering East door, first thing you notice are free pinball machines, heading there right away, it has been a long time since ever seeing one no matter being able to play one.
By Susan McGill3 years ago in Fiction
Episode #8 Talked Things over with Jordan & Taking the Stairs
You both leave the bedroom ready to head downstairs for supper. An elevator can be heard slamming against something, as though to hold doors open. From a distance you watch as the elevator doors open then try to close, slamming against nothing and opening yet again. The stairs are in the very same area as the elevator making you feel somewhat uneasy about going that way after all.
By Susan McGill3 years ago in Fiction
Lost in a Locket
The Hunt Kaylec’s athletic body stood peering into the middle shelf of the small kitchen’s overhead cabinets. All of them were empty of anything useful, just like the last three houses that he had searched in the Southeast Boise suburbs. He was following his usual pattern of picking smaller homes in decent condition. The larger homes would have been cleaned out long ago and the smallest run down houses would have little to nothing in them to begin with, or at least that was his theory. He checked a few more cabinets before grabbing his large backpack, slinging it on his back and heading out. No sense in staying for very long. He had found a promising street and was intent on searching the houses as quickly as possible.
By Kent Willis3 years ago in Fiction
Firehearth
Underground on the cold, dark, and narrow path to Firehearth, the Cres family moved slowly along with thousands of refugees from the city of Steil. Children and families shivered vigorously over the noise of stone wheels rolling over the cavern floor. Stone carts carrying what little possessions were deemed worth bringing on the dangerous journey rumbled along the tunnels of the cavern these people knew as their world. The caravan slowed, as a tight bend in the tunnel opened up to a massive area of bone, rock, and filth that was all too common in the dark.
By Aidan Gilligan3 years ago in Fiction
The Path We Chose
The Path We Choose I was twenty years old the day the palace burned. February 12, 3035, that fire started the war that ended everything. Tension was high between the kingdom of Europa, and the republic of Coldwater. They say Coldwater sent an assassin to kill princess Adeline, and he burned the palace to hide the evidence. That is why Europa sent the first bomb. The destruction caused hardship on the world, so everyone joined the fight, utill there was nothing left to destroy.
By Cameron Barnes3 years ago in Fiction
Episode #6 Push Jordan to Stay in the Haunted Hospital
Nervousness pecks at your stomach faster then Jordan’s! Hair on the back of your neck stands straight up as your right foot touches the first of thirteen solid cement stairs leading up to an eerie looking old hospital, meeting a set of two twelve-foot-high wooden hand carved oak doors, opening inward.
By Susan McGill3 years ago in Fiction
Episode #23 Let's go and Meet Alice's Mom a Possible Ghost
You follow Alice as she skips happily down a footpath heading directly towards an old eerie hospital. Only a minute goes by when you see a woman coming right for you asking, “Have you seen my daughter, I know she is looking for me, but I can’t find her. Can you help me?”
By Susan McGill3 years ago in Fiction