Adventure
Rosalie Decides to Walk. Top Story - November 2023.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 Outside of the church Rosalie ripped away the black veil that was attached to her ridiculous black hat, freeing her thickly curled hair that barely grazed her shoulders and stuffed it into the hungry mouth of a rusted trash bin. Breathing in through her nostrils and out through her mouth, she deeply inhaled the cool night air and used the sleeve of her black blouse to wipe away any lingering tears still dampening her cheeks.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Sylvan Night: Potee's Enchanted Encounter with the Fairies
In the heart of Ravenswood, where the moon cast a silvery glow over the ancient trees, lived a boy named Potee. Potee, with his untamed curiosity, was drawn to the outskirts of town, where the forest stood as a gateway to mysteries untold. Little did he know that within the depths of the dark forest, a secret realm awaited—an ethereal realm inhabited by fairies.
By engin olmez3 years ago in Fiction
Real, Imaginary Beasts
“Run!” Orion promptly obeyed Luna’s frantic command without question. Ryker, their state-of-the-art lunar rover, suffered a catastrophic loss of power once they exited the falls. With the massing mob of alien creatures marching towards them from every direction, and no power to safely keep them protected inside of the rover, they were forced to abandon Ryker, and make a dangerous escape on foot.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Friendly Fire
Canicatti, Sicily | July 10th, 1943 | 2:32A.M Fire, incendiary rounds, and steel aircraft parts exploded all around him as he once again tumbled through hot, Italian air. Limp, densely-dark shadows of fellow paratroopers bounced off of his body as he struggled to tug the rip chord to his parachute.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Stranded in the Mojave
A hank of hair blows into my eye, escaping from my ponytail. A scattering of dust whips off a cracked wooden fence post into my other eye. Momentarily blinded by this double ocular attack, I stop to get my bearings. "This Mojave wind is messing with me," I complain to Wren.
By B.B. Potter3 years ago in Fiction
In the Land of Desolate
In the land of Utah within the Universe of Flursick, there is a great battle between two factions. The two factions are of Balance and the other of Corruption. The Faction of Balance focuses on using light and dark skills. Their skills effect emotions and bolster skills. The Faction of Corruption uses Poison and any element they can get their hands on, they mainly use earth and fire for combat. Air and Water they use for defense and survival.
By Otto Mcline-Of-Flursick3 years ago in Fiction
