Adventure

A Fight Of A Lifetime
A matador with strength to prove , an audience to wow . No fear allowed to play this game, no one to teach you how. A raging bull, fear in the air,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Calamen: Bent Before the Storm
As I walked up to Prent the Oldest, I suddenly decided on which story I wanted. It was one that I had heard in bits and pieces but with little cohesivity and even less detail. It was one everyone knew bits and pieces of, but none ever agreed on.
By Grey5 years ago in Fiction
Genes’ Entire Journal
Genes’ Journal July 07, 2510 The worse of the worst has already happened; we’re just here picking up the leftovers. No one knew it was coming, but it happened. This wasn’t foretold by a past civilization, and this wasn’t in any book; humanity paid the ultimate price because of it. Three humanoid beings, unlike any other, came to retrieve something that was lost, and they will do anything to get it back. Sadly, with most of humanity wiped off the face of the planet it is hard to find anyone willing to sacrifice themselves for others. Out of all the groups fighting on the front lines to protect what is left my group is the smallest. Other than me there is only 4 others, Alice Berkley, the twins Lenny and Rose, and lastly Leslie Johnson the 3rd. We try our best to survive on a weekly basis, but this hellscape we’re in isn’t the easiest. Currently we are switching camps, so I’ll explain more in the morning.
By Dante Maroni 5 years ago in Fiction
Emerald Sky
It all started, strange enough, with a warning of sorts. The village drunk, Pete Richards had stumbled out of the bar and worked his way over towards the docks.
By Ryan and Leann5 years ago in Fiction
The Life And Death Of Jeremiah Ward
"Jeremiah August Ward passed away on September 7th, 2022 but, his name is of little consequence. He will not be missed or remembered. His body is but a trivial thing and, it is not to be looked for. He died in the only place that he ever felt comfortable. He was preceded in death by his parents George and Cynthia Ward. He leaves all of his belonging to Bob Fredrick Jensen, the only person who could half stand him."
By Megan Moberg5 years ago in Fiction
Weight of the World
The blinking green light was the first thing I saw when my eyes opened. It flashed -in, out, in, out- as if on a timer. Everything was dark save for that light, yet my eyes had no trouble deciphering the shapes and forms surrounding me. Maybe I can't tell what they are, given my limited knowledge of the world of humans, but at least I can see.
By Heather Miller5 years ago in Fiction
Moon of the Minotaur
“Just breathe.” Low growls answered, followed by hoarse exchanges of air. “I am.” “This will be over soon, Ty.” “It’s never that easy, Theo,” Tyler scoffed between his cycle of inhales and exhales.
By Brandon Hoy5 years ago in Fiction
The Mountain and The Wizard
***READ IN OLD FAIRY TALE TONE*** There once was a village that stood in the center of a valley. The village was prosperous and peaceful, yet small and simple. Life for everyone who lived there was easy and effortless but also unexciting and eventless. Massive mountains surrounded the valley on all four sides, the largest of which was to the North. On the Great Northern Mountain there was said to live a Wizard who watched over the village from afar. The villagers praised the Wizard for his protection and providence. However over the centuries some of them had come to question the existence of the Wizard and whether or not there was anything beyond the mountains. Few even dared to venture out in search of answers but even the bravest would either return in defeat or never be seen again. The mountain was too treacherous and unpredictable according to the men who returned. It was nothing like the routine and reliable environment in the village. There were dangers at every turn; anyone who didn't come back was thought to be lost to the perils of the peaks. None of this stopped young Eli from spending his afternoons daydreaming about finally being the one who finds the Wizard. He wasn't sure if he really believed the Wizard was real, or if he would even still be alive if he were. He just knew there was something bigger than this little village he called home. Something spectacular behind the way it all worked so seamlessly. What he wanted most was to be the one who found it. Eli loved unraveling the mechanics of the world around him. At ten he understood every piece of simple machinery used with the village. He could help his father repair the windmill or assist his mother in working the loom. Any time he came across something he didn't thoroughly understand he would ask question after question until he gained the comprehension he craved. The same was true for his curiosity about the Wizard. His parents were no help at all and told him everything is the way it is because the Wizard knew what was best and made it so. They discouraged his curiosity and instructed him to put the issue to rest. For years he tried to ignore the inquisition and how it ignited his heart with wonder and excitement. At fifteen he could fight it no more. He decided he would go into the mountains to find the Wizard and ask him all the questions himself.
By Amber Trudeau5 years ago in Fiction
Where Dreams Lead
“Patience granddaughter,” the old man said for the tenth time. He didn’t need to look up to know that she was rolling her eyes at him, yet again. He smiled, but she hadn’t noticed, his face pointed down towards the black hole drilled into the hard ice between his feet.
By Glen Adams (glenadams.com)5 years ago in Fiction
The Darkness Before the Dawn
Some of the characters may look familiar from my stories Black Summer and Deep Sea. Those short stories were earlier works that eventually became this series.
By Natasja Rose5 years ago in Fiction
An untold story of one seaman
My entire life I have never met a person who would be indifferent to the sea. Most people love the sea, adore it. They picture slowly dancing turquoise waves, a light breeze and specular surface reflecting the skies. Hundreds of poets, musicians and artists are inspired by the sea and dedicate their works to it. As for me, I hate it. I hate the waters with all my heart and soul. Perhaps, because I often see the ugly and horrific side of the sea, the wild roar of cold plumbeous waves, a deafening howl of wind and the hopeless and desperate cries of fellow sailors. The sea is a starving beast, devouring everything that gets in its way. It`s a ruthless abyss, dragging down the victims indiscriminately.
By Ana Frowley5 years ago in Fiction
Prequel: Pasadena
My fingers tightened on the wheel and my shoulders hunched in frustration as the traffic crept slowly forward through the dark orange haze. With the wind from the north, the smoke from the fires in the Angeles National Forest choked the air. One of the benefits of living in Altadena, in addition to not being the only black face in the neighborhood, was the commute on surface streets rather than SoCal freeways. It usually took just 10 minutes to get to work. Traffic this morning though was slow, due to the unusual darkness and eerie hue caused by atmospheric smoke particles filtering out the blue wavelengths from the morning sunlight. As entrancing as the effect had been when I first experienced it while at Berkeley during the fires in 2020, the thrill had worn off with repetition. The traffic started to ease after I entered the park and, relaxing slightly, I turned north and soon was pulling into the Jet Propulsion Laboratory parking lot. The lot still half empty I was able to park near the entrance. Checking the fit of my N95 mask, left over from the pandemic, I got out of the Audi and quickly shut the door behind me. Through the fall of fine grey ash I headed into the building.
By Joe Dews5 years ago in Fiction