Adventure
Veil, Et al.
One thing they never tell you when you develop super powers due to a freak accident involving radioactive material and an animal; the government will find you quick! They brought me to a facility, gave me a room and supplied everything I needed, the catch … I use my powers for them, they choose what I do and where I go; code-name: Veil
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Mira and the Secrets of the Forest
Once upon a time in a quiet village nestled between towering mountains, there lived a young girl named Mira. Mira had a special gift—she could speak to animals. Every morning, she would visit the forest, where birds, rabbits, and even the shy deer would gather around her, eager to share their stories. One day, while walking deeper into the woods than usual, Mira stumbled upon a small, injured fox. The fox's paw was caught in a trap, and it looked up at her with pleading eyes. Without hesitation, Mira gently freed the fox and bandaged its paw with a piece of her dress. "Thank you," the fox whispered, surprising Mira. "I owe you my life." In the days that followed, the fox returned to visit Mira, bringing her gifts of wild berries and flowers. They became the best of friends, and the fox taught Mira the secrets of the forest—how to find hidden paths, the safest places to rest, and the songs of the wind. One evening, the village was threatened by a fierce storm, with winds strong enough to uproot trees. The villagers were frightened, but Mira knew what to do. She called upon her forest friends, and with their help, they guided the villagers to a hidden cave, safe from the storm’s fury. When the storm passed, the villagers emerged unscathed, grateful for Mira’s wisdom and courage. From that day on, they no longer feared the forest, for they knew it was filled with friends who watched over them. And so, Mira and her animal companions lived in harmony, protecting the village and the forest, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. And whenever a storm loomed on the horizon, the villagers knew they could trust in Mira’s guidance, for she had the heart of a friend and the wisdom of the wild.
By Chibike David2 years ago in Fiction
Green Heat
The bridge was collapsing and my baby and I were in the car. I scrambled to the backseat, in a desperate attempt to free her from her car seat. She was crying, I was crying, and my peacoat was suffocating me in the heat of my panic. I knew that I had no choice but to get her out, to get us off of the bridge that would otherwise kill us.
By Bria Lamonica2 years ago in Fiction
The lost city of Echoes
Dr. Maria Rodriguez, a renowned archaeologist, had spent her entire career searching for the fabled Lost City of Echoes. Legends spoke of a metropolis hidden deep within the Amazon rainforest, where ancient civilizations had left behind a legacy of untold riches and forbidden knowledge.
By Eyitayomi Obembe2 years ago in Fiction
The Treasure of Captain Bubbles
Laila had always dreamed of sailing the seas. The salty breeze, the endless horizon, and the adventure of discovering new places filled her with excitement. So, when she found an old map tucked inside a dusty book in her grandfather's library, she knew this was her chance.
By Abdul Quddus2 years ago in Fiction
Brad Bullet
Hi, my name is Bradley Beard. I'm a college sophomore from Idaho and I have a story to tell you. My life has been pretty plain and simple for the most part until I had a rather bizarre experience that changed my life forever. Who would have thought getting stuck in a radioactive reactor would change my life forever.
By George Hall2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Light
In a quiet village nestled between the forest and the sea, there was a legend about the "Whispers of Light." The villagers believed that at the break of dawn, just as the first light touched the earth, the forest would come alive with whispers—soft, melodic voices carried by the morning breeze. These whispers, they said, held the wisdom of the ancient trees, the secrets of the earth, and the guidance for those who sought them.
By Kingsley Egeke2 years ago in Fiction
The Reflection in the Broken Mirror
At the end of a small, winding lane in the tranquil town of Bishnupur lay an old, decaying mansion. The mansion was overgrown with overgrown gardens and collapsing walls, a ghost of its past grandeur. Because it was rumored to be haunted by a tragic past, the townsfolk avoided it. An ancient, broken mirror hanging in the corridor was the most unsettling aspect of the mansion. "Bhanga Aainar Protichchhobi"—The Reflection in the Broken Mirror—was the name given to this broken mirror.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Fiction





