Adventure
The Real Challenge
“Never be sorry for how you feel, it’s like being sorry for being real.” Lil Wayne. He was a joker, Mr. DelReal. He toked and drove us through the curvy tilts and turns towards the festival called “Resonance”. The drive drove us coo coo kachoo like a train that never stopped. Delving into deeper thoughts as the evening rolled in, we began to approach the destination.
By Kayfly hanagan5 years ago in Fiction
Wind of the Highlands
Rhys Rhys strode silently across the grass, dark grey eyes rolling across the vibrant rolling and rich green hills. It was a moment of sweet respite that he dare not miss. Not the cold or even the grey landscape seemed shrouded in a cloud of thick, swirling mist that seemed to render everything entirely invisible could keep him from it. He snorted slightly, drawing his hand upward as he scratched at his chin. He was the third chieftain of Clan MacKinnon, but he knew well enough the rumors that ran their lands. Indeed, his clan was none to be trifled with, Clan MacKinnon was infamous for being one of the strongest clans in the upper highlands. But, these things were only the surface of Rhys' importance. Indeed, the man was well on his way to becoming one of the most feared chieftains this side of the Hebrides,
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
A Mindless Soldier
I told him not to go, but he was determined to ruin my life. He was determined to ruin our joy, and peacefulness that surrounded our minds. I was not there when it happened, but it was as if I was. The whole story laid out in front of my eyes, I tried to shield it from them but my brain carved out a path for me to maneuver through.
By Madison B. 5 years ago in Fiction
The Black Emperor Excerpt
Chapter 1 Vladikir watched as the palace stewards gingerly placed a black dragon into the pool. No mouth opened in protest, no eyes opened with horror, and no wings flinched trying to escape.The lifeless body fell into the pool, deeper and deeper before finally fully submerging. The fish were already doing their work, the durzeeek eleo, the death eaters. These little monsters could rip the flesh of a dragon's leg in thirty seconds or less. A grown dragon would take mere minutes. Soon nothing would be left of Themucan, nothing left of his sire but bones, bones that would be left to brighten in the open sky. His open sky.
By Zay Aeternum5 years ago in Fiction
Sabrina found magic again
She felt lonely. She is getting tired of the routine. Is there more to life ? What did she miss? Why is she not happy? Those thoughts went through her mind deep in the night as she was lying on her bed, unable to sleep. Her dogs barking at every sound from beyond the neighbours’ walls didn't help either. In a sudden decision, she got up and walked to her small desk that lit up with all of her work.
By Edison Ade5 years ago in Fiction
Body Count
Body Count “Killed ten,” said the Dobara woman without looking up. “What?” “She said she killed ten,” Steve piped up, helpfully. He smiled, wondering where this might lead. Nothing like chucking in a verbal hand-grenade to liven a long nights’ conversation, he thought.
By Suzsi Mandeville5 years ago in Fiction
Jorogomo
Jorogumo Rain kept falling. It was late in the afternoon. Light would soon be gone, but it would keep raining heavily for many days and nights to come. Hoshi stood there, unfazed by the rain as he watched locals chop down the strongest of the trees within the Aokigahara forest, a young boy standing there drenched and shivering beside him. This tree would serve more than one purpose and Hoshi would continue watching while the welfare of the small boy seemed not to trouble him. Weakness was not something Hoshi accepted, even at the boy’s age.
By Glenn Rogers5 years ago in Fiction
