Adventure
Salt and Scum, Honor and Loyalty
Lao-Chen hated nights like this. Captain Shang ordered him to keep watch when he couldn’t sleep. Whether or not the task was supposed to help the boy was anyone’s guess. The choppy ocean waves slapped the ship relentlessly, so up in the crow’s nest, he felt like a hammer swinging wildly at a nail.
By Zolund Lee3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Witch Hunt
The Last Witch Hunt This small world was his plaything. With outstretched fingers, he picked at oceans and continents like a child pointing at an insect. People and places flashed before his eyes. He dismissed them, flicking from one person to the next.
By Michael Ward3 years ago in Fiction
Love Among the Planets
In the depths of a distant galaxy, two planets emitting white light frequently approached and receded from each other. One of these planets was Andromeda, with its enchanted forest, while the other was Cassiopeia, known for its shimmering seas.
By ~ Mikail ~ 3 years ago in Fiction
The' hope
In the quiet town of Everlight, nestled between rolling hills and fields of wildflowers, there was a phenomenon that captivated the hearts of its inhabitants. A centuries-old legend spoke of a hidden source of endless hope, a wellspring that could be found by those whose spirits were pure and intentions true.
By QuietRiddle Arthi3 years ago in Fiction
The Plan
It was usual to see a red park bench. Much less under some trees next to a stream. But there it was. The park appeared deserted. This was where they said to meet. I pulled the note from my pocket and glanced at it again, then shoved it back in my pocket.
By Kenneth Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
Eliza and The Enchanted Woods
A young girl named Eliza used to reside in a quiet village set among the rolling hills. Eliza was a bright and curious child who enjoyed exploring the forests that surrounded her home. She would spend hours walking through the tall trees and gurgling brooks, letting her mind run wild as she found the wonders of nature.
By Babangida Bello Dawuda3 years ago in Fiction
The snow won't stop me
Lark looked down at her pink boots as she slowly made her way down the sidewalk. She knew she had to make it to her friends house. Especially since she had just spent an hour convincing her parents to let her walk in the worst snowstorm that their town had seen in twenty years. On top of the argument with her parents she had to pay her brother so she could barrow his ski goggles. However, none of that would matter as long as she made it Cindy's house for their sleepover. They had been planning this for weeks and Lark would not let snow get in her way. Lark had been having a hard time making friends at the private school her parents had made her go to. She had been very lonely until she met Cindy in art club. The snow continued to pour down from the sky and she could no longer feel her nose. she kept her thoughts focused on the sleepover but is was getting harder to see. She looked up and she could see that she was by the park now. It would normally only take her about three minutes to walk to Cindy's house from here but the deep snow slowed her down. She focused on making one step at a time she was going to prove to everyone that she could do this. She kept taking steps until she could see the house. She knocked and Cindy opened the door and smiled.
By Christina Epperly3 years ago in Fiction
Dame Nature
Snakes have small heads and no hands, a slithering contradiction to the symbol of wisdom. They are smart because they use others at times; Use others as their hands; Use others for survival. They are beautiful and fierce. They can be extremely dangerous and sweet. They have a great survival intelligence as shown through the survival of the species. They read situations acutely. Some say one type of snake became the humans spine. They were granted this gift by the gods. By becoming the spine they were granted arms, legs, and a voice, all the things they had been jealous of. They could work the land, cultivate, discover and use corn, etc. The pine cone or egg also symbolizes one of the greatest first offerings, corn. Pine was used in ships, corn became a staple of life for large quantities of people. Both have a social aspect. One got people together from far and wide and one sustained them so they could. It is said a man took a ear of corn divided it in half, giving the top half to his companion. This simple act allowed his companion a future because corn could provide, much like the pine cone or the egg. A history of stories is what she knew. Some probably accurate, some undoubtedly more than made up. They all had their place in the history of stories. Most stories, even the most fictitious hold some truths. It's about deciphering them. Stories are like any other code, codes of culture. Colel said Shua couldn't come on the first trip, but he could on the next one. She had told Colel that she was notifying the american consulate and a family member of her trip, so if he tried to kill her or be a psycho there would be people coming for her. Colel had laughed and reminded her he was a keeper of a book that he had kept from the world for decades. It's true, he had. Colel probably could have already killed her and taken his other book back too. He came into focus at this moment and it all seemed more real and a little unsettling. She found herself rubbling her necklace so hard between her fingers while she thought, that her skin hurt. So hard infact, she wondered if it would take her finger prints off. No finger prints would make it easy for Colel to Jane Doe her. However, Colel had followed up his point saying, "Believe it or not I'm a pretty normal boring guy. I could need protection from you. You are trying to be in the brotherhood or find a member". We had agreed on both of us being as normal as normal people are. He is weird bc he is a keeper, I'm quirky because of my habbit with my necklace and obsession with the brotherhood. It made us a match. First trip is to be a week and a half. She was staying at Colels' house. Her boss was not pleased with her leaving, but found acceptance through her trips brevity. She couldn't make a digital copy of her book so she did something unthinkable until now, she made her own copy. She meticulously stayed up each night leading to her departure drawing and writing, making a copy of each page. She made a deal with herself. She decided she would keep it in her safe while she was gone and when she returned safely with the book she would burn her copy. She just could risk losing the book, even if Colel took his back. For all she knew, Colel knew she was making a copy. Either way he would have to get into her place and safe in order to get it. Writing down each page further cemented the contents into her memory. If both were ever taken, she could still recall the contents. She hoped it wouldn't come to this, but she had dedicated too much time to chance it. By tomorrow she'd be somewhere near La Venta or modern Veracruz and Tabasco. Colel didn't give her exact details, other than saying he'd be there to pick her up. She thought maybe he was worried she would still try to bring her friend. All the important buildings, at La Venta, were built 8° West of North. It is thought this is due to a star in the constalation of the sky. She use to joke it was a metaphor. True north will lead you straight to heaven. It's a shorter vector. If you are 8° off, it gets you to the same destination, just a longer route. It's not then a straight shot there. The vector is slightly longer. It is to the West because people are always looking to the outcomes; To the setting sun; Looking to the heavens at the end. Snakes were used for measuring at times too, literally and metaphorically. When pulled straight, they could resemble vectors.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted World of Snow !
Far away in distant lands lay a fairy tale world hidden beneath an endless white blanket. This magical realm was known as the Winter Kingdom. It was a place so magnificent that even in children's wildest imaginations, they could hardly envision its grandeur.
By ~ Mikail ~ 3 years ago in Fiction
