Adventure
“Stealing The Mirror of Stolen Lives”
The party of five adventurers sat around a magnificent feast, laid out across a grassy knoll, about a mile from the dark bulk that the locals nicknamed Castle Nightmare. The sun had set, the Darkmoon had not yet risen, and though the sumptuous meal would have been a joyous occasion to many in the Land, an air of caution lay across the group.
By David White4 years ago in Fiction
The Talents
Danny Foxworth was the first to die. He was young, very young, and very, very inexperienced. So inexperienced, in fact, that none of us could quite understand how he’d gotten into field work—he must’ve been some officer’s cousin’s brother-in-law’s son, and been assigned to the expedition as an act of familial courtesy. He was charming, and funny, and utterly irresponsible. We weren’t surprised when he died.
By KJ Karlsson4 years ago in Fiction
A Readers Dream: Bearer of Bad News
Alyssa buried her head in Gene’s chest and let the hot tears flow down her face. She had to call her dad, to let him know. She wasn’t looking forward to the conversation. Alyssa wasn’t sure how much time passed before she was able to dry her tears. She washed her face before picking up the phone. It had been a while since she had spoken to her father, her birthday to be exact.
By Amber LeBlanc4 years ago in Fiction
The scary thing we saw while fishing at night
We loaded up the truck with our poles just before dusk. Had grabbed all the bait we thing would do the job and headed out to the lake. Our local lake is only a five-minute drive from our house. Then backed up to the water and inched the boat and trailer into the water. I had never gone night fishing before, and there was no dock at this lake. I had to go in the dark water to guide the boat off the trailer into the water. Even though the sun had not set, the water was not clear by the bright sun overhead. It was dark and cold.
By Kerrie G.Diaz4 years ago in Fiction
Three axes
Once upon a time there was a poor woodcutter, his parents were seriously ill, so he died early, he had to live without his parents since childhood and his property was only an ax. Every day he had to carry an ax into the forest to cut firewood and sell it to earn money to make a living. At the edge of the forest there is a river with very fast flowing water, if someone slips and falls into the river, it is very difficult to swim to the shore.
By Morgan Zabel4 years ago in Fiction
Silent Screams
Silent Screams By: Steven Dean Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Jarvis wondered why the psycho that had boarded their ship, with his equally deranged crew, was so fascinated by that idea. Thirteen people had died so far, so that this poor excuse for a human could test whether or not he could actually hear them scream once he threw them out the airlock.
By Steven Dean4 years ago in Fiction
A Safe Place
The song of the morning is the birds’ tune carried by the soft wind, keeping time with the church’s bells. It seems to lighten the sky itself by churning a fluffy pinkish orange to a solid daydream blue. Floating music notes seem to sneak into the ears of my lethargic body, and I’m not ready to remove the soft blankets from the skin they’ve been tightly wrapped around. I want to stay in bed and listen to the birds sing to the angels. But the sun becomes less shy as she replaces her lover in the sky, her rays pop out of her shell slowly as if someone is taking their time to crack open the atmosphere. Their tough fingers pressed against the night sky as they split the deep blackness in two, popping stars like balloons and unbraiding constellations. Brighter colors washing over their fingers and dripping down the sky until the sun's light is bursting through the deep blue canvas. The rays warm the concrete and make it too hot for bare feet but warms the air just enough for cold lemonade. How could I stay in bed instead of going out to appreciate such a beautiful day, God has blessed me and allowed me to witness His mother earth. Plus I had plans with Esmerelda, whose skin was probably already itching from the grass in her lawn as she watched butterflies leap from flower to flower. She wouldn’t pay homage or thank God for today, she’d thank the universe or something else. I could never understand, my family thanks God for everything (so does hers). My family talks of God and Heaven so often it sometimes seems like we’re already there. Light always shines through our windows and bounces off the white walls and hand painted pictures of a black Jesus, the gospel Mama plays makes it feel like I’m just outside those golden gates.
By Michelle Morton4 years ago in Fiction
The Grand Era: Beginning of the End
It was early morning, the birds were starting to wake up. We were crouching in the forest’s vegetation, and approaching the camp entrance, careful not to alert the goblins guarding the entrance. The border fences were crood but lined with stolen pots and pans, crossing them would raise alarm; we wanted to get in and out with as little combat as possible. What’s more, the stench of their waste heaps made my nose burn. I tried to spot Elander to my left, but he was nowhere in sight. What they say about the stealth abilities of wood elves is true. We had been in the same training group for the last 3 years, and this was our last mission before we were accepted into the order.
By James Stacks4 years ago in Fiction
