Adventure

Levels
My feet grip the snow beneath them for only a moment before reaching untouched snow again. The air has its icy hands clasped around me, pulling me back as I try to spring forward. I trip and my knees feel the cushion of the cold snowy blanket beneath me. When fear kicks in, you think there is nothing more powerful, until the light in the distance taunts you with hope, and then you feel what real power is.
By Lucille Hamilton3 years ago in Fiction
Time Loop
In the bustling heart of the city, Dr. Nathan Carter, a brilliant physicist, stood before his invention—a sleek, metallic device pulsating with ethereal energy. It was his greatest creation: a time-traveling machine capable of bending the very fabric of reality. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, he activated the device, his hands trembling with anticipation.
By Syed Shahmeer3 years ago in Fiction
Mary's Awakening
It was her first fairytale. Mary's eyes were wide as her mum told her about the boy and girl with the funny names in the forest, dropping breadcrumbs and hoping that they would find their way home. It was a story that inspired uncertainty and insecurity.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Russian Siberian Golden Shower
Anna was 6 the winter her mother took her to visit cousins in Siberia. It took them two days by train and a horse cart to get to the cousins’ house. It was big, with many rooms, and 7 kid cousins aged between 5 and 13. They were rowdy and wild, Anna thought.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
Mountain Escape
There was no denying the beauty in it all. The snow-filled mountain peaks towered above us as El Sol veiled behind their shadow. A ray of sunshine seeped through the silky clouds, illuminating sunbows off the crystalline lake. Tokala and I stood there in awe, liberated by nature's embrace and mesmerized by the resonance of uninterrupted water beneath the icy sheath.
By Kendra J. Anthony3 years ago in Fiction
Lynx Crossing
On a cold winter day, I'm driving along a northern rural road. In an AWD mode, I proceed cautiously as the road has not been entirely cleared after an earlier blizzard. Very few cars venture out and no one is tailing me, so I'm driving at 45 mph on a 55 road.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
A Stand in the Impalpable voids! It’s Stone Cold 🥶
Sustainability is a virtue if you may believe. In regards to that, I have stood up a little longer than expected.Herein, I stand tall over fairest mountainous 🏔️ summits, at the foot of which stretch gurgling waters shaped into springs, and then, through the rivers, brooks and rivulets, I stream ( not scream,) furthering furthest into neighborhood creeks. Far away across those bold barriers of the rocky cliffs, 🪨nurtured in nature’s valleys and amidst thousands of huge chunks of icicles --dripping through the roofs, I stand erect guarding the entrance of an impalpable void.Resting next to me is a glacier. To the east is a high soaring cloud casting shadows like a sentinel lighting some holy city. Thereupon throwing broader reflections over the plains , much closer to the barren lands, there is this powdery snowy peak, never melting under the sun’s sizzling heat. Amidst those higher up highs, there's a pinnacle,brighter than bright . It's there, in that reposing void of heavenly skies, a sheer strength belies ; an environ studded in mystique, and into which, the solemnity of peace bespeaks Lain alike and fallen silent over the poppy fields, and yet upon the graves in grooves abounds a tranquil ; flapping it’s wings along a luminous course that's all marked in white. Until.....Such a magnificence (in gaze ) is met by a wanderer seeking the fairest verdant lawns of heavenly bliss ; for in that exists the glory of heaven trapped in a moment's deceit!
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Fiction
Drex Nile
An extremely long time ago, in a galaxy tremendously far away from ours... Fifteen years ago, while Drex was a young, thieving pilot, desperately trying to make a living for himself on the planetary city-system of Coruscant, he found his hands soaked in blood.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Act
Harry Houdini, the name synonymous with escape and defying the impossible, vanished not on stage, but from his own locked apartment. It was 1926, and the world's greatest illusionist simply...poof...gone. Decades later, the mystery lives on, a thrilling enigma begging for answers.
By Robert Brown3 years ago in Fiction
**Title: The Tale of the Snow Rabbit**
**Title: The Tale of the Snow Rabbit** In the serene mountains of ancient China, where winter painted the landscape in blankets of snow, there lived a lonely rabbit named Hua. Hua was small and timid, with fur as white as the snow itself. One chilly morning, as Hua hopped through the snowy meadows in search of food, he stumbled upon a peculiar sight - two small ears pricked up from under layers of snow. Curious, Hua approached cautiously and discovered a tiny rabbit shivering in the cold. The little rabbit introduced herself as Mei, explaining how she had gotten trapped beneath the snow while playing. Touched by Mei's plight, Hua offered to help her find her way back home. Together, Hua and Mei embarked on a journey through the frosty wilderness, facing challenges and dangers along the way. Yet, their bond grew stronger with each obstacle they overcame. As they traveled, Mei shared stories of her family and the warmth of her burrow, while Hua listened intently, longing for a sense of belonging he had never known. Despite their differences, Hua and Mei found solace in each other's company, forging a friendship that transcended the barriers of species. Through their perseverance and unwavering determination, Hua and Mei finally reached Mei's burrow, where her family welcomed them with open arms. Grateful for Hua's kindness and bravery, Mei's family invited him to stay with them, offering him a place to call home. Overwhelmed with joy, Hua accepted their offer, knowing he had found where he truly belonged. As winter faded into spring, Hua and Mei frolicked in the meadows, their laughter echoing through the mountains, a testament to the power of friendship and the warmth it brings even in the coldest of times. And so, in the heart of the snowy mountains, amidst the whispers of the wind and the gentle falling of snowflakes, Hua and Mei's friendship blossomed, a beacon of hope and companionship for all who dared to believe in the magic of love.
By olymoolla3 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian Spirit
Once upon a time, nestled in the quaint countryside, stood a house with a secret. It was a place where the past whispered through the creaking floorboards and the shadows danced in the moonlight. The Anderson family, unaware of the hidden history, moved into this charming abode, eager to start anew.
By Nisha3 years ago in Fiction
A Love Beyond Time
Elena, with eyes like storm clouds and a spirit as fiery as her paintings, lived in a silent world. Deaf since birth, she spoke in vibrant hues on canvas, emotions unspoken yet deeply felt. One rainy afternoon, a melody drifted through her window, weaving a tapestry of sound she'd never known. It was Ethan, a musician with a heart as vast as the sky, drawn by the melancholic beauty of her art displayed outside. Ethan, though blessed with the symphony of the world, felt an emptiness within. His music, once joyous, had turned melancholic after a car accident stole his family. In Elena's paintings, he saw a kindred spirit, a reflection of his unspoken grief. Hesitantly, he began to play, tentative notes reaching her window like whispered secrets. Elena felt the vibrations, a strange tingle sparking curiosity. Drawn by the invisible thread of music, she ventured out, meeting Ethan under the weeping sky. His violin sang a sorrowful song, tears streaming down her face, not from sadness, but from a new, overwhelming emotion – a feeling she couldn't name. Ethan saw her tears, his music faltering. Yet, something compelled him to continue. He poured his pain into the notes, hoping somehow she understood. And she did. In the music, she saw the accident, felt his loss, his despair. The world, once silent, bloomed with colors – fiery orange of anger, deep blue of longing, soft green of hope. Their connection was instantaneous, a bridge built on unspoken emotions. They communicated through gestures, sketches, and a newfound language – a touch on the hand, a shared smile, a melody painted on a canvas. He learned sign language, his fingers fumbling to express the music in his soul. She began humming the tunes he played, feeling the vibrations resonate within her. Their love story unfolded in simple moments – picnics under starlit skies where they spoke in constellations, walks along the beach where the waves echoed their unspoken desires, afternoons spent in her studio, his music swirling around her as she painted, her vibrant colors capturing the melody of his heart. Their love wasn't without stumbles. Frustration simmered when they couldn't understand each other, tears flowed when words failed them. But their love, born from a shared symphony of silence and sound, was stronger. They learned to listen not just with their ears but with their hearts, to see not just with their eyes but with their souls. One day, Ethan wrote a song for her, his love flowing through the melody. Tears streamed down Elena's face as she felt the vibrations, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within her. She picked up a brush and painted a masterpiece – a canvas pulsating with vibrant colors, each stroke echoing the melody of his love song. Their love story became a beacon, inspiring others to connect beyond differences, to see with their hearts. They traveled the world, sharing their unique story through music and paintings, their love a testament to the power of understanding hearts. Years passed, their hair turned silver, their steps slower. But the love in their eyes never dimmed. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of their love, Ethan took Elena's hand. He played their song, their love song, a melody that held a lifetime of unspoken words. Elena smiled, tears glistening in her storm-cloud eyes, and hummed along, their love story echoing in the symphony of the setting sun. Even after the final curtain fell, their love story lived on in the hearts they touched, a beautiful reminder that love transcends words, languages, and even silence, a melody resonating through eternity. It is a love story that will leave you teary-eyed, yet hopeful, a testament to the beauty of connecting hearts, no matter how different the languages they speak.
By Robert Brown3 years ago in Fiction