Adventure

Sleepless on the Train
Steve was a ten-year-old boy. He woke up riding on an amusement park train. It was still moving, even without a driver. He was the only one riding on it, until he heard growling noises coming from the back of the train.
By Mariann Carroll4 years ago in Fiction
Francesco Gungui, "Inferno"
“There is no way to happiness, happiness is the way.” Can Susanne Collins’ “Hunger Games” merge into the first Canticle of the Divine Comedy? Yes, in the case of Francesco Gungui’s “Inferno”.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
The Sting of the Scorpion
He was concealed in a dark shallow cave midway up the mountain between two great boulders that towered above him.... It was the only outcrop of solid rock on the long decaying western slope of the most strategic vantage point on the war torn frontier.
By Michael Duff4 years ago in Fiction
The Order Of The Grandiers
There once lived a boy in the town of Smitten whose name was admired and revered. He was handsome, strong, and admired by everyone in the kingdom. He fought for the king and was a knight of the order. Few including himself did not realize that he was chosen.
By Joshua Fitch4 years ago in Fiction
Roadie
I have always wanted to go on my own private road trip, with a few of my friends, to see the country. To fly by on the seat of my pants and just let the good times roll. It has been a dream of mine since I was a young child. Submitting only to my musical whim of another time gone by. It might seem a little childish to you but it is not to me. I have worked really hard to hide this impression from the outside world. Two is better than one, I just thought I would put that in there, to see if you were paying attention to the story.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
A King Alone
He was on a low road next to the French Broad, which divided the town in half. He thought about how with small cities, like this one, that were split in two by a river, you added the word “West” or the word “East” to the half that was less desirable, the half that was not the commercial center.
By SATPOWER4 years ago in Fiction
The 64 grand street
Recently, I went to No. 64 Wangfu Street. This is actually an old sign, but now it's no longer called that. It was the former site of the China Writers' Association and the All-China Federation of Literary Societies, known as the "Wenlian Building", and was also converted into the office of the Commercial Press many years ago. What I went to do, I do not remember. I only remember that I was driven by an inexplicable force, and I hunched up the steps of the first floor and a half, and gently pushed open the long-lost door. The moment the door opened, I almost felt dizzy. I peered fearfully, searching, hoping that it had better be different, that it was no longer some small auditorium. But it still seemed to be the same, the layout hadn't changed, the new owner hadn't even done the bare minimum of renovations, and a familiar old-fashioned aura came over me. The hall was empty, very empty, and I even felt very desolate. Suddenly, my ears rang with the sound of roars and growls, and then, something fell heavily on the floor with a loud thud. I quickly fled and jumped down the stairs, rushed out the door, straight to the busy street. The street was as calm as ever. The traffic and people were moving senselessly, like time without beginning or end. But this did not reduce my nervousness, my heart was still pounding.
By Moxadple ggg4 years ago in Fiction
Loranala Iathrana's Backstory
I was found as a babe in the deep wood by a river’s edge. Frail and cold, I was taken in by a widow named Alessandra Iathrana. Out of the goodness of her heart, Alessandra raised me on a small farm just miles from the river where I was quite fortunately discovered—the wood through which the river ran was said to be the home of ferocious monsters and vicious creatures of the deep. Alessandra was careful to keep me hidden from such a mysterious place as I grew, despite my begging her to let me explore its wonders.
By Maddy Newt4 years ago in Fiction
The Joy of Serving:
"What is this thing that you call happiness, or joy?" Jim asked. He was from another planet–one of the first humans to be born on the Martian Colony. We were in the asteroid belt together digging uranium, plutonium, and industrial diamonds. “I’ve heard a lot about it in your literature, especially in spiritual and religious texts,” he continued.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Raider: Ch Four
She twisted her dagger and in one fluid motion cut the throat of the man who knelt before her. Blood gushed out and in his death his back slumped against the thighs of his killer. His mouth was agape in a silent scream of horror, his eyes, even though glazed over in death, still held fear.
By JIF LEW4 years ago in Fiction
The Epeloto
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Katlin. She was just eight when it happened. She met an Epeloto, a fierce, strong, and mighty creature. It was neon and as small as her hand. She named it Shenon. It grew up with her and guided her along the way, until one fateful day Shenon disappeared. When she woke up he was gone. Her father was a police chief and told his policemen if they ever found Shenon they would be king. No one ever did find Shenon. Some painted there dogs to look like Shenon but he never believed. Katlin often went to a small little lake behind their house to find Kentons small, glowing, water creature. but today they weren't there all the magic had just gone. Katlin was left blue. Her father gave her an axolotl and said it was the rarest Kenton. She believed him for a while but soon moved out and stopped believing in magic. She was eighteen and had friends who believed in magic and found Shenon on the news. She didn't believe them, so they set out on a journey crossing many dangers walking day and night to find Shenon. finally they Shenon found he was the size of a tiger. They put chains on him and brought him to Katlin. She then remembered him and magic. The Kentons were back, as long as she believed, she could find Shenon if lost. The next day the water at the lake was black there were dead Kentons washed up on the shore and Shenon was very ill. Something was killing the magic. Katlin had to find out what it was and stop it, before it effected her. The magical world was in grave danger and she had to stop it, but she didn't know where to start, so she looked for clues around the lake. She picked up a jar of black water, a dead Kenton and Shenon's spit. This all might help her. She ordered a DNA testing kit, a ticket to Embolus (a near by science lab) , and a detective slip ( allows you to get a detective on the case instantly). When the DNA kit came she tested the water first. It was declared diseased. So she looked up if any other places were diseased only another small river but it was spreading fast. On the other side of the lake was a black figure with a pointy hat and it was holding a stick. Katlin ran to the other side but when she got there it was gone. Then at her DNA test kit on the other side there it was the figure. It grabed the kit and disappeared. Katlin got to the other side and saw the stick laying on the ground where the kit used to be. The stick had markings on the side, when she picked it up the wind blew hard she ran and took cover in her house. In the living room she saw the figure more clear now. It was an old lady in a witch like hat.'' Give me my wand back you mortal," the old lady yelled. Katlin hucked the stick at the witch, but the witch started to spin and get tinier and tinier till she was the size of a thumb. The wand stayed the same size so katlin took it to her room as for the witch Katlin mailed her to china where she can never harm that family again, and the lake slowly began to clear. Shenon felt better and secretly the dad was right the axolotl was a rare Kenton so she set him free.
By JJ BANKS4 years ago in Fiction
The Pond by the Cabin
The cabin in the woods has been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Bright and bold, it flickered with a warning for all those that could see its eerie glow - “death soon come”.
By Ama B. Aggrey4 years ago in Fiction