Adventure
The Canyon
Each rock in the road was working against my will to keep my eyes unglazed and open, like a knee rhythmically bumping against a swaddled baby. The brown signs of the Forest blended against the passing rocks and sand. I remembered a friend telling me how ugly he thought the desert was, how plain and dusty and earthen. This thought boiled in me and helped keep me awake on the road as my tires irresponsibly tossed and turned over a much too rough road. I tended to take my car on roads it had no business being on, just to prove to no one but myself that it could. I knew at any moment, a lonely jag of a rock edge could slice my tire and leave me there, stranded with no cell service, hoping that someone might find me. Though it had been hours since I’d seen another car. It had been days since I’d seen the flesh of another human or animal. Here there was a sparseness of trees, surely housing fauna of some kind, but in the desert they hide in the day and wait, evading my searching eyes.
By King O'Neill3 years ago in Fiction
T - Minus Zero
T – Minus Zero D. A. Ratliff A muffled rumble reached his ears as the deck beneath him trembled. Eric Chandler paused to take a shallow breath, then continued his task, as there was no time to worry about the increasing frequency of the strikes. The defense shield will have to do its job. There was much to do.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
Luna's Moon Adventure
I wrote a story for my son that I wanted to read to him during the night. This is an English translation of the story. Would this work as an evening story before bedtime? He likes bunnies and Star Wars, so wanted to combine these elements to create a story, I hope you like it.
By Mattias Landegren Örtlund3 years ago in Fiction
Rox Vs. Rotto
Rox Kasker circled his wounded prey with murderous intent. He spun his large, double-edged ax in his leathery hands while he studied his victim, deciphering the best, and most satisfying way to kill it. The rain had ceased its downpour and the jackals had fled the area after Rox’s men had killed six of them. The forest was dead quiet, so quiet that Rox could actually hear the heartbeat of his prey, pounding inside of his enormous chest. The Gungan had ordered Pyrus to venture deeper into the woods, to make sure the jackals were not preparing for a surprise attack, but that had been over an hour ago, and he had not yet returned. Rox could only assume that his comrade had perished, or found himself lost. IG-96 was slowly casing their perimeter, scanning for heat signatures.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Harmony in Chaos: Thoragon's Odyssey of Self-Discovery on the Battlefield
Thoragon, born amidst the echoes of distant conflicts, was destined for the crucible of war. Raised in the shadows of a military legacy, his childhood echoed with tales of valor and sacrifice. A prodigy in tactics, Thoragon enlisted early, seeking purpose in the rhythmic chaos of battle. Yet, questions lingered, an inner turmoil that defied strategic precision. For years, the enigma of his purpose haunted him, a relentless adversary. In the relentless dance of gunfire, Thoragon embarked on an odyssey of self-discovery, unearthing a profound revelation that transcended the battlefield—a journey from the echoes of ancestral tales to the symphony of his existence.
By Mattias Landegren Örtlund3 years ago in Fiction
DUST
Ours was a top-military strike team; super secretive in identity. Our mission, however, was known the world over; to strike down a vindictive and deadly terrorist network. Our best chance at success, as promised to us by one of our international communications and intelligence officers, was a desert strike over the Sahara. They could even deliver us the coordinates over a computer network; however unsecure the sending computer was.
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch.13
It took me a little longer than I hoped to make it back to Corina’s camp. I decided it wise to take the long way around, just in case. It must have been around midnight before I finally walked into the old library to find Corina and Alice talking in the corner. Alice looks upset. She sits against the wall, her leg bouncing from nerves, but she doesn’t see me coming just yet. My guess is that she has been like that for a while.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
Five Nights at Freddy's
In FIVE Evenings AT Freddy's, Mike (Josh Hutcherson) truly centers around his more youthful sister, Abby (Woodwind player Rubio). Their kin is ancient history, the result of Mike and Abby's family Garrett's holding onto years sooner. Mike experiences inconvenience standing firm on down circumstances and is hardly squeezing by, while his mean Auntie Jane (Mary Stuart Masterson) tries to win care of Abby. A well-established guide (Matthew Lillard) places Mike in essentially the last work that will take him: flashing prosperity official for an excused pizza parlor, Freddy Fazbear's. The animatronic creatures there, who at first attracted quite a while with music, immediately emit an impression of being ready to stroll around enthusiastically. There's a compromising thing about them, and they appear to have focused on Abby.
By andreah smith3 years ago in Fiction
The Murmurs of the Wilderness: An Ode to Nature and Wildlife
Deep within the untouched wilderness, ancient trees stood tall and proud, their branches weaving together like the threads of an age-old tapestry, creating a symphony of nature that reverberated through the pristine landscape. Here, the murmurs of the wilderness conveyed a language understood only by those who took the time to listen.
By Ali Raza (Story Bard)3 years ago in Fiction
