Adventure
The Ripper
Thursday June 14th, 2153 Sir Iain J Wrightson was walking away from Crystal Palace after just being knighted by King Symon II. He could’ve hopped onto his bike, but instead decided to walk home, to show off his new medal to anyone who happened to be walking as well. He’d meet his bike back at home.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction
Gladiator
The youngster sat, trembling. Spiculus watched him. Despite years as an applauded killer, Spiculus was still sensitive to the humanity in those around him; it's just he didn't have room for it. Couldn't afford to. One day, he might be fighting with them in the arena; the next, against them. Only one of them was likely to survive. Sentiment led to a lapse of focus and ultimately and most probably, death. Spiculus did not want to die and every day his odds were getting shortened: slower reaction times; heaviness of limb; eyes less sharp. He was in good shape but it was getting harder to believe that he would come out of the arena alive.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Embark on an Unforgettable Journey: Golden Triangle Tour with Pushkar
India is a land rich in history, culture, and spirituality, making it a captivating destination for travelers. One of the most popular journeys to embark on is the Golden Triangle Tour, which seamlessly connects the vibrant cities of Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur. This classic route is celebrated for its incredible showcase of India’s historical treasures and stunning architecture. When you extend your travels to include the serene town of Pushkar, the adventure becomes even more enchanting, blending history, culture, and tranquility perfectly.
By vardhmanvacations2 years ago in Fiction
The Great Tree and the Street Urchin
Which branch would it be today? Perhaps snake branch? Dragon? The urchin Scamp considered each as he sat above the main trunk, nestled at the junction of bird branch and red branch. He’d named each and knew the best path to get to any one at any time. They had bolstered him in times of celebration and cradled him in days of sorrow. The people of Oakton called it one of the twelve Great Trees. He simply called it his friend.
By Taylor Mead2 years ago in Fiction
The Nutcracker’s Gift
Snow fell softly on the town of Pinewood, coating its streets and rooftops in a shimmering blanket of white. The bustling holiday market filled the air with laughter, the scent of roasted chestnuts, and the cheerful hum of carolers. In the center of the market, beneath a grand Christmas tree adorned with twinkling lights, stood Clara Bennett, a young girl with bright eyes and a heart full of wonder.
By Thomas Vasas2 years ago in Fiction
