Fantasy
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
The car stopped, five hundred meters from the south train station, and a yellow blockade was pulled in front of it. Under the scorching sun, this fine building now looks like some postmodern artwork, only a huge, twisted aluminum frame remains, extremely depressed. Cicadas chirped playfully and crows cawed hoarsely on the frame. The city government's conference to explain the "tofu-dreg project" was held in the afternoon in the city hall, and journalists had already rushed there, scattering papers discarded in their haste all over the floor. Police and security guards hid in the shadows, fanning themselves with their hats.
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
"Raymond's blood was stepped on, this footprint just now you ingested the camera, the blood is very ambiguous, that is in the blood just flowing out when stepped on, the scene although the footprint is very messy, but only this footprint near Raymond. Raymond is an experienced commissioner, even if the avoidance of danger will not lose information. So it was this person who stole the information from Raymond's side within minutes of the collapse." Nono said, "And judging from the footprints this is a human with very wishy-washy feet. A pure human is bound to be nervous in a place like this, so he had to choose the nearest exit to escape. c2 exit, just to your right. We should be able to find more information there."
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
Lost on a train
She was running as fast as she could in her mind and it seemed as if she was getting nowhere fast. She was tired, and worked day in and day out. She dreamed of beauty, depth, and adventure, but continued to stay stuck doing the same things over and over. Her name was Elizabeth and she grew up in a small town called Monschau, Germany in 2007.
By Lindsey Wells4 years ago in Fiction
New Worlds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Our world as we know it is grander than that of which we can see or imagine. Through the lens of a telescope we can see further into the dark abyss and see light not visible to the naked eye. Is it possible that this could be the case for sound as well? Just because we can't hear the scream does that mean the sound is not there? Is it thus that we cannot hear it but does it travel to a new world that is beyond our sight and imagination? Why is it that because we cannot see or hear something we do not believe it is possible? The vast world of space is locked to our time and place but it is much greater. There is a world beyond our eyes. There is a place where our scream can be heard. That place on our time continueum is beyond our reach, but it is possible it will not be forever. In fact it exists now. How do I know? You must trust me as I take you on a little journey where no one else has gone. I am the only one who has been so priveledged to see beyond the vast divide of our time and place. I can take you with me on a great adventure if you open your mind to the possibilities and trust without fear. The moment you are afraid the adventure ends. Do you want to take the voyage with me to the darkness and beyond? We must go now. No time to waste. It is a full moon and the morning is drawing nigh. If we wait we will not make it and be lost forever in the dark abyss of our galaxy. You have no time to hesitate. What do you say? Grasp my hand and we will be on our way. NOW! Suddenly without knowing what was going on I felt my hand being grabbed. I did not know what to think but I felt a sudden lift and my eyes flew wide open and my mouth opened to scream. There was no scream only a voice inside my head saying if you are afraid you will not see the sights that are beyond us where you scream can be heard. I suddenly felt an uneasy calmness, and the darkness eclipsed me as if I was surrounded by a dark cloak. I wanted to see, I wanted to hear, and I wanted to know what lay beyond that of what any mortal could know. Wait, was that it? Was I being guided by something not mortal as we know it? How is it possible that I travel through space without more than just myself in my pajamas? It could not be real. Was this a dream? No, I was not in my room. I could see things that were only visible through a telescope. The moon with it's miles of dirt, rock and craters. It was so close I felt as though I could stand on it. I wanted to reach out but the voice in my head clearly stated, do not let go of my hand. Who's hand? This can't be real. The sense of floating past stars and planets continued as our speed accelorated. Once again I wanted to scream. The voice calmly said again if you are afraid your adventure will end and from this far out I can not garuntee your safe return if you let go. I had no choice I had to hold on. I could not scream. Although I did not know what was ahead I sure did not want to die from fear.
By Lyn Porter4 years ago in Fiction
Fast Train to Hell
If you've never been sealed into a coffin before your time, I can't recommend it. Like many - all right, most - of my plans, it seemed like a good idea at the time. But as it turned out, waking up in a cheap wooden box bound for hell was about as comfortable as it sounds. When my eyes popped open, I drew in a ragged whoop of air and tried to sit up. My skull collided with the coffin lid, my vision blurred then doubled, and I forced myself to lie still as I pondered my predicament.
By Nicola R. White4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But now, it seems, they will not leave. It is not known what drew them to the Valley, nor what continues to keep them; but they are here now, and none have been able to contest them. Quickly following their arrival also came their evil subjects: the goblins, the wyverns, and the zombie dwarves, filling the void of the original residents who either fled or were eaten. The Valley, a kingdom of flame and death, now gave up a never-ending billow of smoke to the sky, but it was not always like this.
By Tim Turner4 years ago in Fiction
