Adventure

The Perfect Snow Spot
I love the snow. I loved watching every flake hit the ground. The only time I ever felt like myself is when I get to play in the snow.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Misplaced Earrings
Earrings so gold and black. Like icicle spikes that dangles from a ball so small. A black eye silhouetted with golden liners and yet, it sits in the center of the earring where the spikes lay. These pair of 2’s that wears on both ears, is made to staple a show we’ve experienced, and played. A gift of some sort from someone so dear. A high school friend who’ve parted and now entered revered. These earrings have yet to arrive. Soon it will be exchanged, soon it will be renamed.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Fiction
Dim light
The city of dim light, the gate of time, Magic, Dragon, prophecy, adventure, courage, friendship, love, sacrifice, faith, hope.In a quiet village called "Eye of the sun" surrounded by majestic mountains, there lived an intelligent and curious girl named "Leila". Leila was famous for her love of exploring and wandering in the forest next to the village, where she would spend many hours looking for new adventures.
By Samir hosny3 years ago in Fiction
One Writer
One Writer A writer sits in front of an antique typewriter, ready to pour his thoughts onto paper: "Writing was my lifeline, the very thing that saved me from the depths of despair. Yet, I didn't write about trivial matters or indulge in the ridiculousness of love letters penned for unrequited affections. Words became my refuge, a sanctuary from the pain and anguish that plagued my existence. As a shy teenager with seemingly no prospects in life, I became a dreamer. A dreamer who would weep and beseech the moon to deliver the essence of my words, so I could tend to them with greater care. These words I wrote became my only flame, providing warmth in the face of the world's coldness. They acted as a protective shield against the venomous words of the women on the bus, who sought to pry into my life and label me as insignificant. Their hurtful remarks echoed sentiments that had only been expressed by one person before. And so, I transformed these women into the greatest villains within my poems and short stories, finding joy in their demise and giving my life a satisfying conclusion. In reality, I severed ties with my predetermined destiny, leaving those women on the bus to spew venom amongst themselves while I forged my own path. All of this and more, being a dreamer and a writer, was akin to granting wings to a condor, allowing it to soar far above the vultures. I discovered that I held control over my own destiny if I fought tirelessly, never relinquishing my beliefs. Compiling all my words and crafting a book in 2019 also played a crucial role in my salvation. The dream I aspired to was grander than ever, and the pursuit of that dream continues to this day. The struggle is ongoing, a constant reminder of my unwavering commitment to what I have written and the incomplete work that lies before me. I realized that if I am willing to fight until the end, without surrendering my beliefs, I hold the power to shape my own destiny. Piecing together the words and birthing a book in 2019 was a salvation in itself. The dream, however, reaches far beyond that milestone. The fight for my dream is far from over, and I embrace the perpetual struggle as a testament of my love for what I have written and the work that remains unfinished. If you have experienced the same, then you know that words hold the power to heal. They possess the cure within their very essence. So, cry, smile, and fight. Be the architect of your own world, one that brings harmony to our own. Write the words that can save you from a fate you do not desire. Sketch the destination you wish to reach. Have you felt the same? If so, then embrace the power of words as your remedy. The cure lies within the act of writing." As the typewriter emits its final sound, the writer removes the sheet, crumples it, and tosses it into the trash can. Frustration seeps in. "This is what the world does to all writers," the writer laments. "Come to me now with your hollow flattery, and I will discard it just as I did this crumpled page. How cruel you are." The writer closes the typewriter, placing it within a box of memories, and steps out onto the balcony to savor the last sips of his mint tea, seeking solace in the tranquility of the moment.
By Antonio Madrugada3 years ago in Fiction
Saber Tooth
The snowfall was increasing, and the distance of clear visibility was rapidly diminishing. Ellie was anxious, whining to be off leash so she could frolic in the snow, but I saw the coyotes before she did which forced me to immediately increase the tension on her leash.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
The Call Of The Elders
Once upon a time, in the city of Eldoria, there lived a man named Garret. He was a humble blacksmith, toiling each day in the sweltering heat of his forge, crafting tools and weapons for the townsfolk. Garret had grown bitter and disillusioned, for despite his earnest efforts, he remained trapped in the cycle of poverty, his dreams and ambitions thwarted by the cruel hand of fate.
By mazen mo3 years ago in Fiction
The Transformation of Jaden: A Tale of Magical Rings and Personal Growth
Once upon a time, in a lovely home, resided Joe and Willow, a couple deeply in love. Their affection for each other grew over the seven years of their marriage, and their joy knew no bounds when they welcomed a child named Jaden into their lives. Jaden, the apple of their eyes, was granted every desire without hesitation. As he grew older, Jaden found solace in watching TV and playing video games, while his parents, overwhelmed with love, never pressured him to engage in more conventional childhood activities.
By Venkat3 years ago in Fiction
Enchanted
**Episode 2: Threads of Fate** The caverns of Lumina trembled, responding to the guardian's cryptic warning. Seraphina and Ealdred stood frozen before the colossal serpent, uncertainty clouding their expressions. The guardian's eyes bore into them, as if unraveling the threads of their destinies.
By joseph woko3 years ago in Fiction
Revenge!
“Ugh!” Jake exclaimed with a feeling of boredom mixed with sluggishness. He slammed onto the fluffy bed in his cluttered room
By Ankitaa Arun💕3 years ago in Fiction
Leonardo Talentosa
This is a character for the upcoming game called the Final Crusade, a world based in an African/medieval fantasy setting. I do not own the game.
By Tomos Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
Footprints
The snow began to fall just as the service ended, as if nature itself wanted to mark the end of the proceedings. He watched until all but one were gone. Of course, she was the one who stayed. He broke from the treeline, his steps marring the coating of snow. She did not stir as he approached, but he could tell she knew he was there.
By Diana3 years ago in Fiction
Golden Atoms
In a remote corner of the desert, where the sun blazed mercilessly over vast dunes, there lived a man named Tobias. Tobias was an adventurer, a seeker of lost treasures, and an explorer of forgotten lands. His eyes sparkled with the thrill of discovery, and his heart beat with the rhythm of ancient secrets waiting to be unveiled.
By mazen mo3 years ago in Fiction