Adventure

Subsistent Lies
King Arthur’s ball was a big success, everyone who had been at the tourney showed up to the ball dressed in their finest. I had every reason to believe half the success belonged to the King’s guest of honor. Part of my reason in showing up tonight was to learn more about the guest of honor myself and to finish striking a deal with King Arthur that King Vincenzio would be proud of. I still had not been able to change Arthur’s mind about sharing Valence with my King. “Your grace I really must talk to you about Valence.” I said as Arthur took a goblet of wine.
By Kimmie Hite5 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
I looked over at Isabella as she tried to find some excuse to why one of the King’s best knights was even looking over here. She started to stutter when she looked over at the arena. “Calib is about to go on.”
By Kimmie Hite5 years ago in Fiction
Tales from the Queendom
Chapter One: The Awakening “Okay doll. Wake up.” Emaza’s grandmother said. She sat up and groaned. Another day. She was bored of this life honestly. “Come get your breakfast.” Grandma declared, sticking her nose in the air. She always acted that way towards her. Grandma and the other family, including her mother, hence why she was living there. It was as if they never even wanted her there. She sat up in her bed and cupped her head in her hands.
By Anaya Wright5 years ago in Fiction
8. Escape From Darkland
As soon as she stepped into the land of mystery, Alicia was possessed within its glamor. The atmosphere changed; an otherworldly perception was ingrained within the air she breathed in. A realm of super nature, extraordinary substances filled the space. The girl shielded her eyes from the excruciating brightness that closed around her.
By Vithurshan Thajenthiran5 years ago in Fiction
For The Love Of Treasure
Hawk stared down at the map splayed out on the wooden table. Water surrounded him with no land in sight. His humble crew of old broken-down pirates was starting to get grumpy. He had to do something, he just didn’t know what.
By Amanda Gravely5 years ago in Fiction
Burn
My muscles ached. My body shivered. Sores grew all over me. My eyes couldn't shed tears anymore. It pained me just to breathe. It pained me just to hold on. To continue to push through the medium that which continuously held me back, which would hold me down once I had proceeded to stop gripping, was agonizing. To some they would consider it to be a mere trifle. They would surely brag and boast about how easy it would be to escape. Yet, only those that have never experienced such would boast about surviving, and returning for the thrill of ease and enjoyment.
By Thavien Yliaster5 years ago in Fiction
How I became a supervillain pt 2
It didn't take long for the rest of the school to find out that my brother and I had to work together. And my dad...when he found out, he almost went ballistic.
By Taylor Ellwood5 years ago in Fiction
A Ghost in a Spaceship
The dreams started when I moved back home. I left the life I had known for a decade or more and ventured back home to a life I thought I knew. Being back here, I felt indifferent. I felt comfortable being in a world I had known for what feels like a lifetime ago but struggled with navigating the fact that this place never changed. Like a fossil preserved in time, everything seemed frozen, don't get me wrong, things had changed, however to a now outsider, the core of everything was so clearly the same.
By Tia Thingss5 years ago in Fiction
Moxie in "Midnight For Everybody!"
Nico Orsini’s last thoughts, as he faced imminent death, were of Myrna Loy, on whom he had bestowed the honor of being, “The greatest dame alive.” He sang her praises, to friends and family alike—until they were so bored by his devotion, he suspected that it might even have hurt her box-office in the greater New York City area!
By Eric Wolf5 years ago in Fiction
Ask And The Wind
They held hands tightly. The boy stepped from the rocky shore onto the soft, mossy earth and felt his old life rush past him like an icy wind. He looked down at Ada, pale and trembling beside him, and the cold fear that had overtaken his chest as they sailed across the dark, slate sea now warmed into a quiet rage. An ember.
By Z. Kozak5 years ago in Fiction
Hero's Conundrum/Chapter 10
I have my head covered with a bag and I’m being transported in a truck somewhere, but is not a rough terrain it feels almost like a concrete road. Where did Sarah get a truck?
By Angel Delgado5 years ago in Fiction
Teenage trouble
Michael Sherwood was sitting on the wall fencing his parents’ property. Life in Jamaica was pretty fun for a teenage boy. His dad had recently passed and his mom having no time to spare, found herself a new boyfriend which meant she was hardly ever home. Michael’s older brother was legally considered an adult and so he was left by their mother in charge of the house.
By Stieve Fernandez5 years ago in Fiction