Adventure
All the Signs
Detective Arthur Winson leaned over the lifeless body, exhaustion weighing down his Capricorn nature that could withstand days without sleep. The man before him was short and rotund, devoid of any visible injuries. Yet, the black veins streaking up the man's neck and onto his cheek screamed Scorpio poisoning—a telltale sign.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
The Darkness
The once cheerful town was now blanketed in darkness as the moon's shadow cast its eerie presence. Despite the warnings that echoed through the community, they turned a deaf ear. We, the town's residents, now grapple with the consequences, while they watch from afar, bewildered by the unfolding nightmare.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
The Hunter
As night draped the world in darkness, the constellation of Orion emerged prominently in the Southern sky, signaling the impending winter. The mountains wore their white snow caps earlier than expected, while the once-warm days in camp were now replaced by chilling winds that swept away the remnants of daylight. The amber leaves floated gently to the ground, signaling the end of the berry season. It was time for the tribe to make their annual migration to the warmer Great Plains to the South, escaping the long winter shadows cast by the mountains.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
The Astrologer
The soft crackling of sand was the only sound that accompanied the helmsman, left alone after the crew sought refuge below deck. Amidst the solitude, only the dwarf stood at the helm, his thoughts wandering across the horizon. Responsibility for the night's events would fall squarely on his shoulders, save for a man and a woman trying to cheat their shipmates with a game of dice.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
Going the Wrong Way
The ship cut through the cold waters of the North Atlantic, nearing Greenland on its journey from Europe to Canada, destined for the Great Lakes. At the helm was Captain Marshall Blake, a seasoned mariner with decades of experience under his belt. A proud man, Marshall believed he knew the sea like the back of his hand. However, his confidence often masked a stubbornness that sometimes clouded his judgment.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
Guidance of the Stars
Under the vast expanse of the night sky, the merchant vessel Seapearl sailed smoothly across the tranquil waters, heading towards the bustling ports of the southern continent. The crew, in high spirits, filled the air with laughter and chatter. Amidst this lively scene, a solitary figure sat on the deck, captivated by the celestial spectacle above.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
The Historical Stones
The ancient standing stones of Callanish, rising like crosses against the sky, have become a beacon in Saint Augustine's mission to spread Christianity throughout Britain. While tradesmen, immigrants, and legionaries from Rome had introduced Christianity to Britain by the late third century, it failed to take root. But as Rome crumbled under poor leadership and misguided ambition, another power rose—Christianity. Unlike Rome's armies that imposed their will with swords, monks spread their message with kindness and conviction, wielding no weapons except their faith.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
Between the Worlds
The playground sat empty, a silent backdrop to the twilight hour. Curtis and Jane occupied the rusty swing set, their fingers laced together, yet their emotions seemed light years apart. Their conversation swerved into unforeseen territory. The couple found themselves on the precipice of contemplating a new life amid a world seemingly in disarray. Jane's gaze was averted, a mix of hurt and misunderstanding clouding her eyes.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
Fishing Adventure
"Hand me the line," Josh called out, adjusting his fishing rod. Fishing was foreign to me; the term "line" was just a piece of rope in my mind. His backpack was filled with a variety of oddities: small toys, metal balls, worms, all meticulously organized in clear containers. Not understanding their purpose, I handed him the entire bag.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
