Adventure

The meeting
Ma'cheri looks out on the world through her huge picture window wondering about the new part of life that she was starting to venture upon while holding a warm cup of coffee, her alarm went off startled by it she jumped a little. Oh what time is it? The phone will be ringing off the hook in a few minutes. She rushes over to her closet looks at the sea of clothes saying I have nothing to wear. I have to meet with Ms. Toliver the broker in an hour. Hey Watts could you pull up my schedule "ok here you are." As she looked over at her mirror on her wall and as she was reading the list of appointments a message comes across the mirror. "Ma'cheri could we move the showing at 1pm to 2pm."Great she says that came right on time, she was just thinking she needed to move the appointment up .Watts she says please send Ms. Toliver a reply message that says, yes that works for me thank you and see you at 2. The phone rings again La, la ,la, la la la, laa, la la laa la laah lah plays in the background.
By Leah M4 years ago in Fiction
A Sense Of Aligning Nothing
I was staring out the right window of the car Corrand picked up some time within the past 30 hours. As I watched I did not really notice anything. Trees. Lots of trees. The odd random house which looked like they are there because there is a farm near by. But not to my eyes. I couldn't farm land anywhere. I start to zone out into my head again. Focusing on the trip that is soon to happen. I start to imagine having a poutine in Canada. Just a basic, hot, and gravy filled poutine. I get pulled back as she says something.
By Omari Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
Alien DNA - is the Truth Stranger than Fiction?
Bob decides to go the library, where he can ruminate in peace. He saw on the news that scientists now think we might have DNA. That some humans have origins from beyond this planet. Bob has suspected this for years, but has been too bogged down by the minutae of daily life to explore anything including his own mind. Bills, kids, and taxes take up most of his waking thoughts, and there is nothing left for Bob at the end of the day.
By Susan Eileen 4 years ago in Fiction
Fall of the Minotaur
Blood dripped from his freshly broken horn. He could not tell if he was in any real pain, the hit had disoriented him, but he was annoyed. The Conquerer, Slayer of the dark. The Father of battle. All names and titles given to him by those he had bested. He never cared for the titles, or the fame, or glory, His only real joy, his true purpose was the fight. But all of it was brought to a halt in one instant. He was tired, his nerves ached in a way they had not since he first held his da's sword. He could hardly catch his breath. Despite all of this his foe remained, unhurt, unscathed, as if they had not spent the last three hours fighting tooth and claw, horn and hoof. He lifted his mighty axe, then gave two sharp swings. The pain radiating from his shoulder caused him to pause a moment, someting was off. He looked down and noticed a large chunk of wood coming from it. Slamming his axe into the wall next to him reached back and removed the large chunk from his shoulder. He let out a quick grunt as the chunk of wood fell to the floor. Blood now poured from his right shoulder. He didn't care, he paid it no mind. He had blocked the last hit from his foe with nothing but the hilt of his axe. The hit was enough to send him flying across the broken village they were fighting in. He stood tall and loosed a mighty roar and charged forward.
By Leslie Smith4 years ago in Fiction
My Aunt Jackie Part 3
Minutes later, I think we were trying to out-stare each other, or they were stunned by my perfume because they were as quiet and still as a graveyard at midnight on a full moon night. They didn't even bark.
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 5: Code: Red (Remix Version) Part 1: The Secret Superhero Mission
Previous Mission First Mission <Original Plotline by Jeremiah and Nic Ellison I do not own Club Penguin, Roblox, or Super Smash Bros. Brawl. They belong to their respective owners.>
By Jeremiah Ellison4 years ago in Fiction
The Leveling of Humanity CH 3
Chase and Emily were the first to leave the parked car and start into the open field full of glowing orbs. Gary and Sofie came behind them, excitedly rushing into the open area. They all ran to one of the glowing spheres and crushed one. Chase was startled as a notification appeared in the bottom right of his vision.
By J. James4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case
I stared at the piece of paper for a long time, trying to understand its meaning. I decided to fold it up and place it in a plastic bag to examine it later. I checked the remaining offices but found them as empty as all the other ones I had seen before.
By Georges-Henri Daigle4 years ago in Fiction
Vivi And The Rainbow
Once Upon A Time, in a magical land of flowers and trees, lived a pink unicorn named Vivi. Her mane and tail were yellow and orange, and her hoofs were purple. Although she had all the gifts in the world, love, family, food, and a beautiful house made of leaves, poor Vivi had an unfulfilled dream. She wanted nothing more in the world than to visit the kingdom of rainbows.
By Fezan Javed4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1 blood regeneration
The sun is setting and the glow is all over the sky. Outside the Fenghuo City, on the Cuiyun peak, there is a stone table. Beside the table, there is a stone stool. A pair of young men and women snuggle up to each other.
By Ayanna Teetz4 years ago in Fiction
Doric
He wants to ask them when their big day is. The small lady leans into the side of her love like fronds of a fern curling together. Their fingers brush as they walk, a familial mark of being and belonging, the kind that comes from quiet chatter over late nights and has been founded over arguments so large and so small that they could mean the world or not at all.
By Lark Hanshan4 years ago in Fiction
The Sunset Mountain
The attack was over in seconds. The wolves had run off and left the girl for dead. Broken bones, bruised ribs and blood seeping from her left shoulder. She could feel death slowly creeping upon her. Vultures circle in the sky waiting for her to pass out so they can pick at her bones. The sun blazes in the sky, the heat burns her skin badly, scorching and melting her slowly.
By Sara Sparrow4 years ago in Fiction