Adventure
Con Of Humanity
Beneath Mount Etna “This is why you are here,” Clement said. The subterranean oasis was vast, breathtakingly bewitching and uncomfortably hot. It appeared to stretch on for miles in all directions but Rosalie couldn’t be sure if that was physically true or simply a clever trick of the eye. Either way, it was terrifyingly beautiful.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Lilith's Blessing 4.5
Night fell upon the city. The streets, empty, seemed eerie compared to when it teemed with life. Trevor wandered the neighborhood, finding a tree with a bench underneath it. He looked around the unfamiliar setting, then up at the tree. “At least it looked the same.”
By Travis J. H. 2 years ago in Fiction
Lilith's Blessing 5
5. The world spun around him, gasping for air as water filled his lungs. Trevor flailed and kicked, trying to reach the surface. But the churning mass of muddy water and debris pushed him deeper into its depths. He jolted awake, drenched in sweat and disoriented.
By Travis J. H. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Crimson Balloon
The crimson balloon drifted serenely above the obsidian waters of the lake, a vibrant orb of warmth in a landscape cloaked in the heavy, brooding hues of twilight. It hung suspended between worlds, a pulsating heart against the tumultuous, storm-laden sky. Below, the lake mirrored this floating beacon, each ripple an artist’s brushstroke in the shifting masterpiece of reflection.
By Caleb Lahr2 years ago in Fiction
Oasis of Survival
The midday sun beat down on the dusty plains, baking the cracked earth. A lone female Triceratops, her bony frill a canvas of faded red and brown, trudged along the parched landscape. Her once proud head hung low, her ancient eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of greenery. Weeks of drought had ravaged their territory, forcing them to abandon their usual grazing grounds in search of sustenance. Her name, if dinosaurs even had such things, was forgotten. Generations separated her from the one who bore the name "Sharptooth," a testament to the ferocious predator that had claimed her mother's life. Now, Sharptooth herself embodied the struggle for survival. Her once plump belly was sunken, her powerful legs trembling ever so slightly with fatigue. Ahead, a faint shimmer danced on the horizon. A mirage, perhaps? Yet, something in Sharptooth's primal instincts urged her forward. As she plodded on, the shimmer took shape – a ribbon of emerald green snaking across the parched earth. Hope surged through her, a flicker of defiance against the relentless sun. Reaching the edge of the oasis, Sharptooth gasped. A small grove of lush trees provided much-needed shade, and a crystal-clear pool of water shimmered like a precious jewel. But the oasis wasn't deserted. A young Stegosaurus, its bony plates glistening in the sunlight, stood guard near the water's edge. Sharptooth froze. The Stegosaurus, barely a quarter of her size, was a herbivore, posing no threat. But territorial instincts, honed by generations of competition, flared within her. This oasis was a lifeline, and she wouldn't share it easily. The young Stegosaurus, sensing her presence, turned. Its large eyes, filled with a surprising intelligence, met hers. Then, a series of low bellows erupted from behind the grove of trees. A herd of Stegosaurus, much larger than the young one, emerged, their plates clattering as they lumbered towards the water. Sharptooth's heart pounded. A whole herd? She was outnumbered, outmatched. Yet, the sight of the young Stegosaurus, its stance unwavering, ignited a spark of understanding. This oasis was theirs, their only source of life in this desolate land. With a deep rumble, Sharptooth lowered her head, not in challenge, but in a gesture of peace. The lead Stegosaurus, a massive creature with weathered plates, stopped inches from her. The air crackled with tension. Then, a surprising thing happened. The young Stegosaurus, the one who had first spotted Sharptooth, nudged her head towards the water with a gentle bellow. It was an invitation, a truce in the face of a common enemy – the unforgiving drought. Relief washed over Sharptooth. She dipped her massive head into the cool water, savoring the life-giving liquid that quenched her thirst. As she drank, she noticed the Stegosaurus herd grazing peacefully nearby. Hunger gnawed at her, but the oasis wasn't brimming with vegetation. Sharptooth remembered a hidden patch of drought-resistant cacti, miles away, a secret known only to her kind. With a grateful grunt, she turned and lumbered away. The young Stegosaurus watched her go, its head held high. They were competitors, yes, but in this harsh world, even rivals understood the language of survival. The oasis, for now, was a shared haven, a testament to the unspoken pact forged between two magnificent creatures in the heart of a merciless landscape.
By Will James 2 years ago in Fiction
Egg Drop From Space
This is space, and this is an egg, just before I tried the highest egg drop in history. If you were never given the opportunity to participate in an egg drop competition in school, the objective is to construct a device that can prevent a raw egg from cracking when it is dropped from the highest height. Since people are constantly creating taller buildings, my original plan was to drop an egg in a contraption I made from the highest building in the world. I therefore realized that in order to truly future-proof this record, I would have to reach the very top and travel straight to space. Additionally, three years ago when I embarked on this journey, I knew if
By Kingsley Egeke2 years ago in Fiction
