Adventure
Frost and Flame
I woke that night with nightmares unlike I've ever had before. They were full of despair, malice, and destruction from things I'd never seen before. Magic created terror among the people, and all I could do was watch as it tore everything apart. But there was one thing that caught my eye. The one creating the destruction wasn't someone that I knew. It was a woman that I hadn't seen before.
By Alicia Connor5 years ago in Fiction
The Secret City
Chapter 4 Bound for Panama The steady rhythm of the Dayrell’s engines lulled me to sleep for many hours. From time to time, I would drift from the arms of Orpheus to an almost waking state, only to reassure myself that I was far at sea, safe and quite distant from the deadly affair Prestwicke had embroiled me in. From somewhere on the ship, a crewman was singing. The lilting notes of “Shenandoah” played on a harmonica, seeming to urge me back to the depths of my rest.
By Mark Newell5 years ago in Fiction
Unfinished business in Old and New Mexico.
Unfinished business in Old and New Mexico. The ramblings of Drew. Chapter one; The message. As all good adventures begin we have our hero and their trusted sidekick. I was most definitely the sidekick following blindly the hero trusting he knew what he was doing. It all began shortly after I had returned from New York. My neighbor had gone above and beyond while I was gone. This guy did everything I asked him to do as well as hang that light fixture I had been putting off installing! Only reasonable thing to do was have him over for dinner. So here we were, having enjoyed steaks from the grill, sipping scotch on my back porch when he brought up a strange email he had received that afternoon from a company associate he had worked with.
By G Andrew Pratt5 years ago in Fiction
The Wind's Breath
The cool, nighttime wind blew through my shaggy blonde hair. I stared out at the never-ending, dark sea from aboard Ruby’s huge pirate ship. It was no longer safe within the Great Sea and we were attempting to find an island to relocate to. Even after the demise of trade that had fallen apart within the scattered islands. Everyone was alone, and struggling. Most islands had different traits and skills that the inhabitants had used. My hometown was responsible for livestock for example. But with how scattered everyone was, we had decided to search for one large island to relocate everyone to. It would take years of work, but our scouting expedition was pure fate. I just had honestly wanted to find a new place for my grandmother and sister to rest. There was just too much trade fighting. This would even the playing field out.
By Chloe Unfiltered5 years ago in Fiction
Tempest on the Deep
He was a maritimer. His father was a maritimer and his father’s father was a maritimer. He lived and breathed the maritime provinces and the bounties they brought. For three generations now his family had fished off the shores of Nova Scotia and the sea had been good to them. He loved being a fisherman, the air permeated your lungs and nostrils until the only thing you could smell was the salt of the ocean. The waves rocked your boat back and forth, sometimes lifting you so high that if you looked straight out from the wheelhouse all you could see was sky, and then crashing you back into the ocean. It was better than any amusement park ride. The pride you felt when you had had a great catch and your hold was full as you motored your way back home was unlike anything else you felt. Your chest puffed out so far you thought it was going to split wide open. You beat the sea, provided for your family, and survived another trip. You were a man.
By T.D. Zummack5 years ago in Fiction
The Underground
The air was crisp as it brushed my cheeks, you could tell summer was coming to an end when my leather jacket stopped being enough to keep me warm on my late night escapades. The city of lights was fairly quiet for a friday night, I looked around to make sure the coast was clear before hurrying down the dark alley that lay in front of me. My helmet tucked under my arm I shuffled pulling my gloves off and shoving them in my back pocket.
By Sarah Lujan 5 years ago in Fiction
