Adventure
Ame's Choice
Ame held her father’s hand tightly as she dropped from a large stone, landing with both feet in the mud below. They had come so far, and she didn’t know where they were going or why they had to leave home, but she had no choice but to hold her father’s hand and follow him. It was dark and cold. She wore simple, black clothes made of cotton, with no embroidery or patterns whatsoever. Her father next to her wore the same, with a shawl and a round hat made of straw. They would never have worn these sorts of things before tonight. Before tonight, they would have been riding horses, surrounded by guards and servants, but here they were, trudging through the forest outside the castle, alone.
By Jason Sultana4 years ago in Fiction
Embers of Defiance
Morning broke over the rolling green hills of fair Cyphrol and the warm rays of the rising sun cast long shadows beneath Lyrigor’s massive form. The great red dragon eyed his target; a small out-of-the-way kingdom that lay unprepared for what loomed over its eastern horizon.
By Hank Ryder4 years ago in Fiction
Cassiopeia
“Hurry,” Cass screamed as she soared through the darkened sky. “Higher, Gabe, they can still see you.” Pumping her wings as hard as she could go, Cass prayed silently to the Gods to make it. Up this high, the storm was roaring in full force, the swirling wind pelting her hide with ice crystals as she inched higher yet.
By Rachael MacDonald4 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World: Head Mission 6 Aftermath: Linda's Requiem (Remix Version) Part 1: The Woes of Linda
Previous Mission First Mission <I do not own Pokémon, Roblox, Club Penguin, or Super Smash Bros. Pokémon belongs to Game Freak, Nintendo, and the Pokémon Company. Roblox belongs to the Roblox Corporation along with any other character ownership rights. Club Penguin belongs to Disney. Super Smash Bros. belongs to Nintendo along with any other character ownership rights.>
By Jeremiah Ellison4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case - Chapter 6
McMillan Exports’ old warehouse didn’t look any more inviting in daylight than it had at night. In fact, daylight made it more ominous than before, the worn concrete, rusted steel and broken windows made this eye sore stand out from the rest of the scenery. Yet, the building’s dilapidated state was only the second thing I noticed as I drew closer. There was a feeling of dread in the air, one I had felt on my first visit and felt even more now. I couldn’t have said where it came from, or what caused it, yet it lingered in the air as surely as the cold wind had announced a fresh layer of snow since this morning.
By Georges-Henri Daigle4 years ago in Fiction
Swamp Fever
'What you've got there, Finn, is a good, old-fashioned case of trench-foot'. Sanderson probed the sole of the geologist's pall-white foot with a surgical spatula, drawing a wince. 'You've got to keep your feet dry out in the field, you should know that.'
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found; A Dragon's Daydream
Lost and Found A Dragon’s Daydream Curled around a group of birches, Casper's tail sparkled in the morning sun. His thick, weathered skin was like brass gone green, he needed a good cleaning, his spikes were tipped with bits of the forests depths it had swept through for months. Leafy remnants, spider's webs, dried clumps of mud and more. Casper needed a bath. In his heart he longed for his mother who had taught him to fly when small; together they'd play in a hidden lake in another forest, diving while making thunderous splashes, refreshing their moods along with cleansing themselves all at once. He'd lost his desire to travel after his mother died, often losing days to grieving. At night he would find some solace in the gaiety of the forest fairies zipping about in whirls of colour, the plump trolls who were busying themselves with dutiful quests to prepare for winter amused him, especially when they strapped themselves upon gangly beetles like cowboys off for a rodeo. Often the fairies would light upon his long-arched nose causing him to smile, even if only for a very little bit. Their fanciful colours brightened the darkness within the forest as well as his heavy heart, quieting his sadness.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 years ago in Fiction
