Adventure
The Forgotten Lighthouse
Once upon a time, nestled on the rugged cliffs of the northern coast, stood a lighthouse. Its whitewashed walls bore the scars of salt-laden winds and relentless waves. The villagers called it "The Forgotten Lighthouse," for it had long ceased to guide ships safely through the treacherous waters.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela3 years ago in Fiction
My Pink Shoes
As heavy rain fell, turning the street into a muddy mess, I played outdoors with the other kids. I was 7 years old and wearing my new expensive fancy open shoes and was excited to show them off. However, as I rushed, my foot slipped in the rainy water, and the surging current carried away my shoe.
By Ameer Bibi3 years ago in Fiction
I am Robin
In order to enjoy this fully, you may want to read the following, or not, as the mood takes you: And: He put Carys down on the pallet in the corner. He hadn't slept on it in weeks. He set about lighting a fire, all the time conscious of Carys' fear and wariness. He understood. She would learn soon enough who he was and why he had rescued her.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Oval Door
Before starting this one, you may want to read this, which is the precursor to what happens here: *** Carys regained consciousness, after dreaming of bobbing about on a clear, blue water. It was serene, the sun warming her. She was happy to let it take her.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Threat. Content Warning.
"And so our quest begins! And what a jolly troupe we are!" Argan's delight was not transmitting to the other two. Baffor was packing his horse and trying to resist the temptation to knock out the annoying little arse. Argan the arse! He smiled satisfyingly to himself at his nickname, which he would keep secret. For now. But if Argan kept on being so fucking cheerful, Baffor might have to do something. For his own sanity. The only thing that would redeem Argan was if he had some good stories for the fireside.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Sock's Journey
It was impossible to see through the dense layers of blackness, but something continued to stir beyond the veil of my limited sight. Terrified of what was making the mysterious sounds, and having no way to defend myself, I did the only thing I could.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Forest Dance
Jackson used to collect wood from the forest to make furniture. That’s why he had to find fine and solid wood for this purpose. Oak, teak, and cedar trees were present in different parts of the jungle and were considered best for furniture making. He had to go deep inside the forest to get good quality wood. That forest was deep and dense, full of animals like bears.
By Ainy Abraham3 years ago in Fiction
hole in the earth. Content Warning.
“Alois, why are we running?” Lise pants out at her best friend. She attempts to slow their pace, her legs still burning from the previous day’s work. But Alois’s legs are unrelenting, as is his grip on her hand, and he doesn’t deign her with a response.
By angela hepworth3 years ago in Fiction
