Adventure

The Journey
In the vast ocean of space, there was a feeling of peace and tranquility. At least, that's what Michael felt as he stared out at the stars from the cockpit. Like fireflies, the stars twinkled. Looking down at the monitors, Michael checked his trajectory along with his routine system check.
By Michael Astren4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles, Ch. 18
Danny slept very fitfully. His dreams were a mired, swirling fog, blending and melding chaotically one into the other. He saw the bonfire again, and figures - hooded and cloaked - chanting all around. There was a great stone table, too, in the midst of a circle of even greater stones, and a full harvest moon shining above. Hideous creatures swiped and clawed at him from the darkness, threatening to snuff out his light. He felt as if he were in a cold, dark sea, barely keeping his head above the surface before another crashing billow of darkness tried to push him under. Suddenly there was an incredibly bright light all around him, voices calling out in fear and agony, while the shadows fled from the flames spreading to the trees. Danny thought he heard a voice, gentle but more powerful than all the universe, ringing through the burning pines.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Circus: Hells Kitchen Chapter 3
Welcome To Life Jr walked out of a salon with dyed black hair. He looked into a nearby puddle and slightly smirked at how much he looked like his father’s human form. He turns to ask K where they should look first. He looked around and didn’t see K. He walked back inside the salon to see the workers swooning over K. They complimented on how great the black hair dye looked on him and worked well with his crystal blue eyes. Jr glared at K, “We need to go.” K nodded and excused himself from the workers and slid by to walk out. The workers called out in unison with either a ‘call me’ or ‘come back soon’.
By Christopher Shavers4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Dragon
As we herd the sheep to the barn, my heart is racing. Grandpa Peter's dragon, Precious, is missing and there is no trace of where she went. Grandpa and I went to the back pasture to find her, but she was gone and the sheep were all scared. Now we have to get them back to safety.
By Andrew Gaertner4 years ago in Fiction
Arthur The Bastard
ARTHUR THE BASTARD The rhythmic slinking of chainmail announced the arrival of WARD-PRINCE ARTHUR PENDRAGON as his horse cantered into the malodorous village of Trimoria before sun broke the morning clouds. The Black Sheep of Camelot, he knew they called him in hushed voices as the procession arrived into the icy hamlet. He set his face to match the reputation. During the fortnight’s travel north from Camelot to this frozen hellhole, he grew his beard to a scruffy length. The night prior he refused to sleep more than three hours to accentuate his sunken eyes. A scowl was now added to his haggard mien as the underlings stared daggers at him and the two knights, Bors The Younger and Sir Percival.
By Kieran Egan4 years ago in Fiction
As Above, so Below
Arram was enjoying another solo escape soaring magnificently through the snowcapped ramparts, breathing in the fresh cold air and feeling the earth’s sun on his reptile skin.
By Georgia Om4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 58
We fed the borkas and had a good time . We’re not really supposed to feed them but some of us in the village do . A lot of them have become dependent , so we kind of have to . Whenever the numbers get high the butchers , hunters , and other villagers just kill a few for free meat . It’s kind of dark when I think about it . I would never bring it up to Goldy though . I’d imagine it to be a mood killer .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
Unwilling
A grown woman, at least by her own standards, Isabelle sat at the grind stone in her father’s forge. The large stone was being spun by the waterwheel being dipped into the river right outside the workshop. The river wasn’t the grandest, and Desmond, on more than one occasion, complained about the slow speed of the running water.
By Daniel Gilliam4 years ago in Fiction
Circus: Hells Kitchen Chapter 2
Crack the Whip The wave of bats reformed into K sliding towards the scene. A scene he hasn’t allowed himself to forget even to this very day. K dropped to his knees, crying for the first time in his existence. Crying at the site of the big top on fire. Burning a dark blue and yellow flame. Burning under a dark sky that only smiled in K’s pale face.
By Christopher Shavers4 years ago in Fiction
Orion's Dragon
A dragon’s existence was nothing short of extraordinary. In the Proioxis star system the sightings of supernovas were not only signs of wonder, but of new birth. Each time a star died a new dragon was brought into being. The great beasts that flew through the forests of the galaxy, their bodies a mesmerizing shade of colors as if made from the embers of the dying stars. They danced among the cosmos, scales shining brighter than any obstacle they passed. Each dragon was at least the size of the smallest space cruiser, large enough to fit an entire town of people on board. Yet for their size and iridescent scales, sightings were rare, and photos ever rarer. The few photos that existed were blurry, the dragon’s outline nothing more than a faint blur that could just as easily be a rather large cloud of gas and dust. When humanity had reached for the stars thousands of years ago, they hadn’t expected to find the creatures, and it seemed the dragons were determined to remain as elusive as possible. So, humanity tore their eyes from the beasts and looked to the other mysteries of the galaxy. In their minds, they thought that if they explored the galaxy’s every other facet they would have to run into the dragons sooner or later. Nothing could remain unknown forever.
By Emma4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 57
Chief Maxus walked out of the room and left me alone in the room with Goldy again . She was still sleeping though . So I decided to get up and stretch for a little bit . I tested my readiness to fight while I thought about what I’d do . The Chief was right . My best bet would be for me to woo Goldy as much as I can . As to soften the blow for when I have to leave . I still don’t know if I should tell her when she wakes up , or at the end of the day .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
The Jenny
The forest canopy, pierced by strobes of moonlight, illuminated Teddy's path as he escaped his prison of three years. Most wouldn't think of the estate as a jail from afar with the mansion's nineteenth-century Georgian columned porch, stonewall, manicured lawn, and trimmed hedges. A well-appointed sign at the end of the long gravel driveway read, Boys Home of Americus.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Fiction