Adventure

The House That Stole Her Back
Below is the narrative precisely. The house on Hollow Lane hadn’t aged so much as rotted. Glass teeth jutted from its window frames, and the roof curved like a spine mid-collapse. Beyond the gate, weeds coiled into barbed thickets, snagging the sleeves of curious kids who’d poke the iron bars for bragging rights. None ever stepped through. Not until Mara.
By PhilipM-I2 years ago in Fiction
The Thief Who Left his Mark
In the highlands where the soil was rich and the rivers ran clear, a new village had been built. The people were overjoyed, for the land was generous, their paddies golden, and their fruit trees heavy with harvest.
By Aku Kapfo2 years ago in Fiction
Two Cunning Adventures
There is no one who does not know about Raigama and Gampala. Katta and Vettapittala are two such tricksters. Due to the cunning work of two friends in a village, the villagers called them Katta and Vettapittala. Despite trying various tricks to make ends meet, they could not do much with them.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
True Love Isn't About Spark, It's About Growth
All relationships will reach a point where they feel ''boring'' after quite a few years. This is the truth nobody is telling you. The butterflies will calm, the 3 A.M. talking will become commonplace, and the thrill of novelty will wear off. Though love has not disappeared. It just means it's growing. What is the magic of love in the face of the challenges? It's about building a fire.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
The Miracle of the Ant
Once upon a time, there was a sparrow and a crow. One day, both of them flew together in search of food. While flying, they reached the shore of the ocean. There, the sparrow found a pearl, and the crow found a ruby.
By Nikita Angel2 years ago in Fiction
A Glimpse into Village Life 75 Years Ago
Back then, children in villages had a playful childhood because there were no tutoring classes. This is about that childhood about seventy-five years ago.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Order 1.11: Absolute Power
Begin with Chapter 1.1 Click here to jump back to Chapter 1.10 The rumors that sweep across Valon regarding the Northern Realm have grown into stories of nightmares and monsters. Some say a monstrous beast lurks within the fog, preying on lost wanderers. Others believe there's a spirit hidden within the realm that comes to life through the forest; its life force is said to radiate through the forest from the floor to the tree tops.
By Donnie Barlow2 years ago in Fiction
A Childhood Remembered
This photo is related to the fishing industry on the southern coast of the world This has been etched in my mind since I can remember. I still remember that beautiful past when I go to that area.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
World’s End
On the planet Axxon 9 two races of beings known as the Carxai and the Taarinians having been warring for centuries. For a millennia the green fleshed Carxai ruled over the blue fleshed Taarinians with tyranny and oppression, until the Taarinians rose up and led a successful rebellion against the Carxai which led to a 300 year war of numerous battles. In the present day a Carxus military leader known as Veerus Rayne is on a renegade mission with Carxus military scientist known as Calman Morr to detonate a nuclear weapon in the Taarinian city of Centrallis.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
A Painful Path to Birth
Did you know that the hyena has one of the most painful/excruciating births of an animal? Female hyenas have a peculiar reproductive structure what looks like a penis is really an elongated clitoris that serves as a pseudo-penis.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
death of the one armed pony
the wind was very brisk, almost like a knotted rope in the air. An air that was meet with the bustling and vibrant sounds of nightlife. Nightlife like that of an urban oasis in the middle of the Navadan desert.Wind blowing the palms so hard you think you might have to start ducking coconuts. you decide to walk in to John Wilkie's Homestead. entering what seemed to be the brightest place in town. you are meet with the loudest and most drunken yell of "JACKPOT" wondering is this a barfly Casino."would you like a complimentary drink" said one of the hostesses of the Casino. she must have noticed the thirsty curiosity on my face. to tell you honestly I think she says that to everyone entering the casino. There is nothing like a drunk person in the casino with a lot of money and I looked like a million bucks. you see; you can't tell how much money a person has; just how much they show." no thank you Dear" I said politely. chaling,clang clang ting ting ting all the sounds you hear in passing. when my eyes arose to see a scruffy man, pale, bald except for you average straight white, peppered with gray horseshoe. seeing that smoke billow out of his mouth from that half smoked Cuban I knew exactly who it was. " good ol' Johnny boy how ya been." I said with a s#!t eating grin." "how ya' been Jerrod" "well I'm back in town." Jerrod said with an even tone. " Well I got a story for you that happened when you were out of town." just like Johnny, he always has a story for you no matter what. I guess he feels it brings him luck. "Okay I'm at the poker table. the running pot is 1,000,000 bucks. a woman walking by drops he ice cream and it goes twat on the floor." "don't you mean twaught" said Jerrod. ya' sound like ya' across the pond. it went twat o.k. anyway the river came; I looked at my cards and I was sitting on a Royal Flush. One of the best nights here at my casino" john said. seeming as he said that a man with a crazed look on his face stepped to the table. he had a nine millimeter in his hand with an extended clip. Johnny out the corner of his eye noticed me pull my pants leg. which was his cue to draw Tony's attention and focus on him." now Tony what seems to be the reason for this rude interruption of my poker playing. I run a justified casino. if you lost your money that's your fault not mine. I didn't know the were going to evict your family if I didn't give you the marker for that poker game. how was i supposed to know that your wife was gonna commit suicide in that motel room?!" john said. as tony responded I knew this was my only chance i had to move and move quick. in one i kicked back in the chair i was sitting in and pulled the snub nosed 38 I had in my ankle holster. i knew i was gonna have one shot so i had to make it count. Tony was quicker than i thought. he got a shot off. Fortunately, his just grazed me and ended up in the $10 slot machine behind me. Fortunately for Johnny mine landed squarely between Tony's eyes. night, night Tony! still haven't lost me touch. always had a knack for shooting blind and never missing."Jerrod i knew you could shot but not like that" " well Johnny I'm one point unlike so many others." said Jerrod." you looking for a job." well if the community supports it I may take you up on that offer."" well at least get that pay out from that $10 slot machine for saving my life."said johnny." right now you have to get out of here so I can clean this up." as I started to walk out of the casino. johnny stopped me."hey Rod, good to have you back""alright fellas lets wrap this up" as I continued to walk out of the casino I realized this homecoming is definitely not going to be boring. well with a little reinforcement this might actually be worth it. now it's time for a nice long shower.
By Rodney Matthew Miller2 years ago in Fiction
THE SILENT WITNESS
When Jason, a seasoned crime scene cleaner, is called to an upscale apartment to clean up after what appears to be a tragic suicide, he finds something that shakes him to his core—a hidden message written in blood. As he delves deeper, he realizes the "suicide" may have been something far more sinister, and the real killer is watching his every move.-- Jason had seen it all. Fifteen years as a crime scene cleaner had numbed him to the sight of blood, the scent of death, and the whispers of those who once lived. His job was simple: erase the remnants of tragedy, make it as though nothing had ever happened. But this time, something was different. The call came in at dawn. An upscale penthouse in the heart of the city. A woman in her late twenties, found in her bathtub with wrists slashed. The police had already ruled it a suicide. Routine cleanup, they said. Jason arrived at the apartment, greeted by the hollow silence of a home that no longer had a heartbeat. He set to work, methodically scrubbing the crimson stains from the pristine white tiles, but as he wiped down the mirror, something caught his eye. A message. Faint, nearly washed away by the steam and blood splatter. “HE MADE ME.”
By Timothy odogun 2 years ago in Fiction