Adventure
How I accidentally joined the Illuminati at my high school: Part 2
After narrowly escaping punishment for bringing the society outfit to my school, I thought my troubles were over. But little did I know, my journey into "The Owl" was just about to begin, and things were about to get a lot more complicated.
By The Story Writer2 years ago in Fiction
The Gray Ones
The corn was tall and dense. You couldn’t see very far as you peered through the crops. Each step through the maze made you feel smaller and smaller. As you were brought deeper through the large green stalks, your heart started to pound as the sun began to set. Unbeknownst to you, as you traveled through the maze, dusk had come faster than you had planned when you’d started the endeavor. You took a deep breath, pushed your concerned thoughts away, and went to locate the end of the maze before the darkness enveloped you.
By Timberly Price2 years ago in Fiction
The Starlight Atlas. AI-Generated.
In the quiet depths of the "Astral Observatory," nestled among the rolling hills of Valeria, young astronomer Elara Lysander stumbled upon a discovery that would forever alter her understanding of the cosmos. While studying ancient star charts passed down through generations of scholars, Elara noticed peculiar patterns within the constellations. It was as if the stars themselves whispered the secrets of a forgotten epoch, waiting to be unveiled.
By Rabia Randhawa2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 45
“Where is she?” Panic rising is Alice’s voice. “Where’s my mom? Why isn’t she here?” “I don’t know.” Stunned. “Shit, Alice. I don’t know.” We look around the room, checking the bathroom and closets for any sign of Aunt Nora. Realizing our situation, I rush over to the lifeless bodies of the two guards, “She’s obviously not here. We need to go. Help me get them inside.”
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 44
Rachel jumps up as we enter the room. “Did you get to see her? How was she?” As I look over at Alice, I notice her sour expression. She turns away from Rachel and crosses to the other side of the room. Richard sits on the sofa in the middle of the suite, arm wrapped tenderly around his wife’s shoulders. Jarvis is at the breakfast table, scrubbing at parts of a dismantled rifle. Peggy’s across from him, assembling what I can only assume is a pipe bomb. Through the bedroom door, I see Ren wrapped up in the blankets, snoring like a wild animal.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
The Holland Woman Story
The wind howled through the narrow streets of Amsterdam, carrying with it the scent of rain and the distant hum of the canals. The city, a labyrinth of cobblestones and reflections, seemed to shimmer under the grey sky. Amidst this tapestry of history and modernity walked a woman who seemed as much a part of the city's soul as the ancient buildings and winding waterways.
By RAYMOND OGWU2 years ago in Fiction
2026 The War of the Americas
"Where is Mrs. Platt?" The Seal again barked at Dom. Dom's mind reeled as he sought to provide an answer that would satisfy. He knew that if he told the soldier his wife was still in the house he would insist on a rescue attempt, and very likely would succeed. Dom was sorely tempted to do just that as it would result in what he very much wanted, Sylvia with him as they fled Mexico. However, she had told him she wanted to stay, that she needed to stay. He knew in his heart that she might never forgive him if he did not give her that chance. And, he knew, that ultimately she was right. She could do much more good for the war effort from behind enemy lines then with him safe in America. Having made up his mind he replied "She's dead." The Seals eyes widened "What? Are you sure? Are you one hundred percent certain?" The tears still in his eyes over the death of his two beloved dogs likely helped him sell the lie as he replied "Yes, I am certain. All she was doing was trying to stop the dog. She made a move to block him, and the Mexican soldiers just opened fire. She was shot multiple times. In the head and the body. No one could have survived. She is dead. Let's go." The seal radioed to his team that he and Dr. Platt were on the way out, back to the RIB. He instructed them to provide covering fire if needed and prepare for immediate departure. They both turned and raced down the long winding stairs to the beach as quickly as they were able. They faced no resistance and quickly reached the bottom, where sat the waiting RIB along with the four other SEALs that made up the extraction team. Dom had never even seen them until they were almost on top of them. Their camo was expertly crafted to the environment and their movements so precise and practiced they appeared as if ghosts out of the sands of the beach. They had all embarked onto the small boat when the first gunshots rang out. The sands of the beach exploded all about and rained down on them as the boat raced away at full speed. They heard shouts and a few bullets that whipped by their heads much too close for comfort though fortunately none found their mark and they were out of range within moments. Dom worried about any Mexican patrol boats that might be launched to intercept them from the Coronados. He did not know that the SEALs had already closely reviewed intelligence data on the islands from US spy satellites and concluded their was no real threat. The few small boats the Mexicans kept there were not fast enough or well armed enough to threaten the SEALs especially with US close air support launched from San Diego or the many US Navy aircraft carriers in the region only minutes away if needed.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
The Legacy of the Remnants
The city of Arcadia was a beacon of human achievement, a sprawling metropolis of gleaming skyscrapers, verdant parks, and bustling streets. Yet beneath its polished surface lay a forgotten world, a world of shadows and whispers known only to a few. This was the world of the Remnants, those who survived the cataclysmic event that nearly wiped humanity off the face of the earth.
By Adewale Edward2 years ago in Fiction
