Adventure

Built of Scales and Steel
"Stand up all the night and call the fight, let your mind before the light." The sky was ablaze with smoke, fire and glory. Ferocious dragons sweeping down like meteors to face the foolhardy heroes who answered the call to face them. Subversion, intimidation, exhaustion, extermination and annihilation were five types of military strategy we utilised throughout the war.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
Abandoned
October 16, 2017 It was the middle of the night when we found it. The road had been empty for miles and miles in both directions, we would’ve missed it ourselves if it hadn’t been for the clasp of lightning that lit up the sky as we flew through the blinding storm.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
“Happy Birthday!” Rang Alexander's aunt Sydney as the door opened after a shave-in-a-haircut knock filled the front hallway behind the main staircase. “Oh, you're not Xander…” Sydney greeted Grandma Brittney.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
Saved by A Bark: A Little Noir Fiction
Every story has a heartbeat of its own..mine often start with paws on the floor, demanding their breakfast. Greedy as they are, they also leave unexpected lessons in their wake. We are sometimes saved by nothing more than a bark.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Mixtape
With a loud sound, the shovel bit into the damp earth with force, as if my heart had been crushed to its core. Ten years. The time capsule we had hidden beneath was covered in the bravery of eighteen-year-olds a decade ago. Me, Leo, and Sarah. This was the day we made an oath to open it all together. While Leo was designing buildings that etched the clouds in Tokyo, Sarah disappeared without him. We buried our dreams two years prior in a waterproof ammo box, but then the accident happened.
By Daniel Blakeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secret City That Exists Only at Midnight
I never believed in cities that weren’t on maps. Not until the night I stumbled into one. The Train That Shouldn’t Exist It began with a sound—sharp, hollow, and impossible. A train whistle at midnight.
By Daniel Writes about a year ago in Fiction
The Day I Went Missing in My Life
The engine noise was getting closer. Claire grabbed my hand and yanked me onto a narrow animal trail that headed deeper into the forest. We moved fast, branches whipping our faces, the ground slick with moss and dead leaves.
By Leyvel Writesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Pied Sniper
Those fools in the town below thought I would help them and they could simply stiff me on the bill. Oh, I’ll show them. I’ll show them, indeed.
By Stephen A. Roddewigabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lantern Girl. AI-Generated.
When I was a child, my grandmother often whispered stories by the dim glow of a kerosene lamp. Her voice was soft, almost secretive, as if the walls themselves were listening. One of the tales she repeated most often was about the Lantern Girl.
By Joudy Mohamedabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day I Went Missing in My Life
I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see the map — the red dot bleeding through the paper, the saw-edged lines slashing across the forest. And the date. Today.
By Leyvel Writesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Echo She Followed. AI-Generated.
Maya first heard the echo on a Tuesday, the kind of thin, rainy Tuesday that made the city fold into its own pockets. She was stacking boxes in the back room of her uncle's shop, the light a flat coin through the high windows, when a laugh sounded—soft, familiar, and wrong. For a moment she froze, box in her arms, listening for the source. The shop was empty except for her and the smell of ginger tea gone cold.
By Joudy Mohamedabout a year ago in Fiction
"Leila’s Journey to the Lost City: An Epic Adventure of Courage and Discovery". AI-Generated.
On a quiet morning, Leila wandered through the old city market, her eyes drifting across colorful stalls and the scent of spices filling the air. As she browsed, something unusual caught her attention—a faded, wrinkled map shimmering faintly under the sunlight.
By Joudy Mohamedabout a year ago in Fiction