Adventure
The Irresponsibly Chaotic Time Traveler
Arriving in the year 1381, Lee stepped out of the machine and onto the wet grass of the British moors. The metal door was slightly stuck in the mud, but that didn’t bother him. He was just excited that it worked. Stealing the time machine paid off and he’d evaded being captured for the time being.
By Skylar Sturtevant4 years ago in Fiction
Alone in Paradise
The year was 1898, and the Spanish-American War was in full swing. The Spanish Navy was determined to defend its colony in the Philippines, but fate had other plans. On the fateful day of May 1, the Battle at Manila Bay ensued. The Spanish fleet fought valiantly, but they were no match for the American firepower. In the chaos of battle, one ship, the San Juan, was caught in the crossfire and exploded.
By Anthony Michael4 years ago in Fiction
Time Traveler
In the year 2135, time travel had become a common occurrence. The discovery of temporal technology had led to a revolution in human civilization, where people could now travel through time and visit any moment in history. However, the dangers of time travel were still present, and a strict set of laws had been put in place to prevent any harm to the timeline.
By Hafsa Hameed4 years ago in Fiction
If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk, the secrets they would reveal would be enough to fill volumes of books. They would tell stories of love and loss, triumph and tragedy, of the lives that have passed through their doors and the events that have unfolded within their confines. The walls of the old, rundown mansion on the outskirts of town were no different. They had seen everything from the extravagant parties of the wealthy elite to the quiet, solitary lives of the reclusive owners. And they had kept all their secrets close, until one day, they could no longer keep silent.
By Hafsa Hameed4 years ago in Fiction
Confessions of a Hotrod
The water is close to freezing as I hit it hard, but my body is in good condition and functions well, responding positively to regular exercise and careful maintenance. Still warm after recent exertion and the short, brisk walk in a ski jacket from the Union railroad station in the late evening, I know that my life is ending now.
By James Marinero4 years ago in Fiction









