Adventure
The Boy(s) Next Door
What do you know about love? What does it look like? What does it feel like? Is it easy to find? Hard to keep? For some falling in love is like waking up in the morning lucky enough to feel as though they experience it every day. For others it’s a once or twice in a lifetime Halley’s comet deal. And for the unfortunate many, love is a Pat Benatar battlefield filled with wrong turns, hurt feelings, endless good intentioned mistakes, and words left unspoken. It’s finding yourself in the splintered reflection of a broken mirror and marching your way through those seven years of bad luck like you just know that special someone will be waiting for you on the other side. This is a story about love, its various forms, and how the best of it can hurt so bad, but be so, so good.
By Tyra Garrett4 years ago in Fiction
Helzik Frinkle
Helzik Frinkle's arm and ankle ached. He swung slowly, back, forth and side to side, sometimes in circles, as the dark city streets rapidly scrolled by below him. His arm ached because, moments earlier, the part of the plan which had him resting in a comfortable leather sling for the late night journey failed. It was only his quick reactions, born from a lifetime of thievery, that allowed said lifetime to continue at all. Although, it has to be said, probably with one fewer limbs or maybe, if he was lucky, with only a partially crippled hand. Halving his total number of useable hands, he thought ponderously, could have certain benefits. Although many schemes swam to the front of Helzik's head of fake-hand related cons, his cheery outlook momentarily failed him as the itchy hemp rope tightened painfully around his forearm.
By Will Gosling4 years ago in Fiction
The longest night
“Dear, wake up, did you hear that noise?” Said Hugo to Sussette trying to keep his composure. They could not see anything from their bunk window, the moonless night covered the ocean with its black veil as usual. From starboard, an almost infinite blackness meets the horizon. By this time of the year, cold wind from the North brings a mist so thick that you could almost cut it with a knife.
By Giovanni Profeta4 years ago in Fiction
Unexpected Flight
They climbed up on a haystack and rested, quite out of breath from running. Although the sun was at its peak, the slight breeze worked wonders as it brushed against their faces. "This is so picturesque!" Raymie said, while taking a deep breath. And it was, the feel, the smell of the haystack, the way the clouds sailed across the sky.
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Fiction
Illuminated Shadows Ch.3
Chapter Three 'My name is Luna, and as of 5 hours ago, I was sent to kill you. Now I am here to protect you.' I could not get these words out of my head. It was like a whirlwind of information that had just been dumped into my lap. I remember those last words before I lapsed into darkness, but now I am looking at the figure before me. Watching her was an enigma. She seemed so innocent when she slept but dangerous no matter how enchanting she looked in sleep.
By Alex Pierce4 years ago in Fiction
Cooking With Ted in the Apocalypse
This story is Ted Unger’s, but you must be made aware of why our expedition detoured, rather than proceeding directly to Marina Del Rey. We would agree to Isabella’s request, and even Jonesy would join us, the poor mutt. I bore a reluctance to even share what had transpired between Isabella and I, considering my momentary breakdown and our argument, but two things were necessary to communicate to you, the reader, the first being the acceptance of Jonesy the mutt as our ward, and the second, the origin point for what would become a fatal northerly trek.
By Alexander Ray Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Cooking With Ted in the Apocalypse
I do recall vividly the first time I saw him. It was passion made him sweat. A fire inside that desired nothing more than to engulf the earth, if only to prove it could. I do not just recall his tall and lean figure, nor the ferocity on his twisted face. A similar ferocity to the countenance encountered upon seeing him at his most demented. I recall many nights of observing his insanity and I bring them to my mind, some things enmired in fog, some things crisp as crystal or as sea water in exotic tropical climes.
By Alexander Ray Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Death meniscus
Lu Shougui of Huangniwan was over fifty, and his workmates called him an old man. What to shout is not tight, Lu Shougui can find a job on the cost of the old nose. The boss is right to be concerned. After all, construction sites are always high and low, so it is safer to use young people.
By Thu Hà Khương4 years ago in Fiction
Elris
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” he slurred. The drunk spun his half full mug across the wooden table, spilling it. Shouts of protest came from the table he was sitting at. The tavern inn was busy and Elris didn’t listen to the rest of his story. She made her way to the back counter.
By Shilo Marie4 years ago in Fiction
The people Prince
There weren't always Dragons in the valley. The elite, the king's top knights, beholden to his word alone. The Dragons were a sect that the Rebels avoided at all costs. Too many deaths followed wherever they marched. King Nathaniel had seen to it that his personal order were as cold hearted as himself.
By Sarah Casey4 years ago in Fiction
