Adventure

As the Ferris Wheel Turns
This little story is for Mikeydred’s November challenge. November may signal the start of winter, but also brings new possibilities.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Fiction
A Patchwork of Hope
Lily, a girl with a heart as pure as snow, had a secret. A secret that marked her skin with a unique pattern, a patchwork of white against her olive complexion. Vitiligo, a condition that had been her constant companion since childhood.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
See the world through touch
Alex had always been a man of vision. As a young boy, he'd spent countless hours lost in the world of art, his fingers tracing the lines of masterpieces and his imagination soaring beyond the canvas. But fate, with a cruel twist, had a different plan. A sudden accident left him with a scarred eye, a constant reminder of the fragility of perfection.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Sunset Cove
The salty air of Sunset Cove whispered tales of bygone days, a stark contrast to the silence echoing in my newly retired life. My name is Rohan, and the structured world of marketing meetings had been my reality for decades. Now, adrift in a sea of unstructured time, I found myself drawn to the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Raven
The night my husband drew his last breath, a raven perched itself on the windowsill, its obsidian eyes piercing into my soul. As Jonathan's life slipped away, the raven's haunting caw echoed through the room, a melancholic requiem bidding farewell to the man I loved.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Where the River Runs Backward
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. A weird wave pushed against the current, like a breath on the brink of a whisper, was initially very imperceptible. The only ones who paid attention were the fisherman, who whispered to each other as their nets were entangled in knots due to the current. Within a few hours, though, the entire Auldine River turned around and rushed back towards the northern highlands from where it had come. The villagers pointed fingers in exasperation as the vast, rushing waters appeared to defy gravity, ebbing and flowing away from the ocean as if prompted by an ethereal voice.
By Lyraen2 years ago in Fiction
Amulet of eldrid
*The Amulet of Eldrid: Shadows of Tenaria* In the realm of Tenaria, where the sun's descent into the horizon unleashed a crimson tide, the village of Brindlemark trembled. Ancient Whispering Woods, once a sanctuary, now concealed darkness. Eira, a 21-year-old huntress, bore a mysterious mark on her left palm – the Elder's Sign. Village elder Thorne, her mentor, revealed a cryptic prophecy: "Eira, chosen one, seek the Amulet of Eldrid. Tenaria's fate hangs in the balance. Beware the Shadowhand." With trusted allies Arin, the cunning archer, and Lyrien, the shape-shifting druid, Eira ventured into the treacherous unknown. Their perilous quest led them through: 1. Shadowfen's labyrinthine shadows, where whispers drove men mad. 2. Windswept Peaks' tempests, where winged creatures swooped from the skies. 3. Embercaves' fiery depths, where ancient secrets smoldered. Within Embercaves, they discovered the hidden Eldridian temple. Trials and puzzles tested their unity and wit. In the inner sanctum, Malakai, a dark sorcerer, awaited. His Shadowhand minions emerged from the shadows, their eyes burning with dark energy. A fierce battle raged. Eira harnessed the ancient woods' power, summoning roots to bind Malakai. Arin's arrows flew true, striking Shadowhand warriors. Lyrien's druidic magic conjured a tempest, dispelling the darkness. As Malakai fell, the Amulet of Eldrid radiated its restoring power. Tenaria's balance was reinstated. However, Thorne's revelation shook Eira: "You are the last Eldridian, Eira. Your mark is the key to unlocking ancient secrets. The Shadowhand will hunt you." Eira's journey had only begun. With her companions, she vowed to safeguard Tenaria and unravel the mysteries of her forgotten heritage. *New Elements:* 1. Shadowhand: a mysterious organization manipulating darkness. 2. Elder's Sign: Eira's mark holds ancient secrets. 3. Ancient trials: more challenging puzzles and obstacles. 4. Enhanced magical systems: druidic magic and ancient woods' power. Would you like: 1. A sequel to this story 2. Changes to this story (please specify) 3. A different fantasy adventure story 4. Help with world-building or character development
By ahmad olaitan yusuf2 years ago in Fiction
How Much Is The Truth Worth To You?
John Stevens was shocked when his best friend Paul Linton sued him. Nodding after reading the summons to attend court, he grinned, thinking, “This makes no sense.”
By Annelise Lords 2 years ago in Fiction
The General
The General stood resolute over fields sanctified by blood and blade. Fear and death choked the air, and he felt the weight strangle his lungs. Behind, his army waited.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Fate of the Seventh: Prologue
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Laborers along the River Aéyv in the royal city of Delfirth were the first to notice when the strong eastward current suddenly reversed and oozed languidly towards the west. Word spread throughout the city within the hour. But while the common folk were preoccupied by superstitious gossip, the royal family were alarmed when the queen had failed to appear to court before midday. Her chambers were ordered searched: her bed was made, there was no sign of struggle, everything was uncannily pristine. After the castle had been nearly torn apart to search for her, there was an uproar as the wells of Delfirth now tasted of bitter salt.
By Ian Read2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Celebration
The celebration was in full swing. After what seemed like endless darkness, the war finally felt like it was ending. People danced, laughed, and enjoyed food together. I joined the line to get something to eat, wanting to be part of the joy and relief that filled the air. When I reached the front, the woman serving food looked at me with a cold, judgmental stare and handed me only a small portion. She looked at me as though I were poor, just because of my simple clothes. She didn’t know I came from a wealthy family, that my father was a man of great means. I felt a wave of disappointment and wanted to tell her, “If you knew who I am, you’d treat me differently.” But I held back, not wanting to waste my time.
By lili funny2 years ago in Fiction
Monitors
Screens are the windows into the universe of registering. Whether utilized for work, diversion, or gaming, a screen assumes a basic part in molding the client's insight by conveying visuals with clearness, speed, and variety exactness. Throughout the long term, screen innovation has gone through emotional changes, advancing from the cumbersome cathode beam tubes (CRTs) of the past to the present smooth, super top-quality showcases. In this investigation of screens, we will take a gander at their development, key advances that characterize them, what they mean for various regions like efficiency and gaming, and what's on the horizon for show innovation.
By nadia khanom2 years ago in Fiction