Adventure
An Adventure Begins
Young, wild, and free. Since the beginning of time, the youth have dared to progress forward, act on impulses and leave logic with the elders who cherish their bond with Father Time that strengthens with each sunrise. Odd. The Adolescence are barely aware of his presence.
By Aullonzo Thomas 5 years ago in Fiction
The Power Of Painting in Year 3000: Season Finale
A shadowy deviant looks curiously upon frosted bliss. He’s been looking deep into the frozen pond for a minute there, I wonder… Is he checking himself out? It must be hard being a Cona Vight, with no real facial features or anything like that. How different is each Cona Vight?
By Patrick Oleson5 years ago in Fiction
Death Rides a Quarter Horse
The scorching sun wasn’t the only thing James was escaping as he sat with his back against a pear tree, his body leaking from two fresh holes. The first shot had gone clean through his right shoulder. The second musket ball had made a home somewhere in his torso. That was the one, James feared, that would do him in. His days, more likely hours, were numbered regardless. If it wasn't the blood loss, 'twould be the hangman sending James Evans, not yet 30, to the cold grave.
By Brendan McCarthy5 years ago in Fiction
Adversary
I’ll make it back, Kass, the boy thought desperately. I promise. Once I kill this thing. He pivoted fluidly to evade another swing of the adversary's obsidian blade, then planted his feet to catch the next attack with his staff. The dark blade nearly cleaved the boy’s weapon in two, but it held. His opponent pulled back, and the boy darted forward to deliver a deathblow, aiming the point of his staff directly at the creature’s neck.
By Emmanuel Ayeni5 years ago in Fiction
The Pear Tree and the Boy vs. The Man Bull
“Never touch it!” Dan replayed each warning his mother and father had given him as he looked out the window. A warning about the punishment from above that would befall any boy or girl who disobeyed their parents by going near the pear tree. By touching it. But Dan was curious. And starving. A curious, starving child.
By Andrew Dominguez5 years ago in Fiction
A Day in our Lives
Have you ever known someone whose life seems full of adventures and strange occurrences on a daily basis? I’ve had friends tell me that my life is rather unique and that if they hadn’t witnessed some of the daily events firsthand, they would surely believe I was making it up. I simply laugh as, to me, it doesn’t seem strange at all and I always thought everyone had things like this happen to them on a daily basis. Let me give you an example of what I’m talking about:
By Maggie Castellanos5 years ago in Fiction
The Wanderings of Cedric Slip
I balanced on that delicate wire of life. I definitely was not dead. But I wasn’t quite alive either. I stirred from my dank room of dreams. The Great Puppet Master flicked my eyelids open. Strings tugged and dropped at my stiff joints, dragging my body with them. Wilted, I sat limp, positioned on the edge of the bed as my brain pulsed images of the night’s dreams through to my state of wakefulness. It was the same dream. Again…
By Robyn Grant5 years ago in Fiction
Sacred Pear Trees and Pagan Rites
To the North of the Silk Road, between the Black Sea on the west and the Caspian Sea on the east, lies a barbaric and mountainous land held by pagans called the Vainakh. Merchants who travelled nearby told stories of the strange rituals of these lands: ancestor worship and tree veneration, among other foul heathen practices.Every spring a week before Beltane, the priestesses gather to perform a lottery. One girl of marriageable age is chosen as the sacred vessel, to take part in a rite honouring Tusholi, the goddess of fertility, though purportedly no Vainakh will say what the rite entails. -Marco Polo, on an expunged page
By Danielle Loewen5 years ago in Fiction
De'Coration Academy for Exceptional Rabbits Part 8: Under The Wall
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 Sprinkles and Marshmallow The humans had done something terrible! They had made the walls around the garden taller. It was now impossible to get out of the gardens into the wild. Marshmallow and Sprinkles were horrified. They couldn’t fulfil their duties to The Academy or to The Secret Paw if they couldn’t leave the garden! They would have to find some way of getting out and they would have to do it alone as all of their contacts were now on the other side of the wall.
By Rebecca harmsworth5 years ago in Fiction
