Adventure
The Locket
Prologue Alexandria rested her small hand against the cabin’s window, giant raindrops pouring down. The doors were boarded shut, making the 12x12 opening her only source of the outside world. She and her father lived in a tiny, one bedroom cabin deep tucked deep into the forest, tucked off from the mainland. Here, she was able to live in seclusion, protected by her father, and never having to deal with the cruel, outside world her dad warned her so much about. She was seven years old at the time, curious about the outside world. She had a lot of questions at her young age. She had never really left the forest. Her dad never let her. He was strict, but she knew it was for a reason. Her father told her about the way the people live their lives in the city. Her father feared the government, and although he tried so many times explaining to her why, Alex still had many questions. She wondered, what did her dad mean when he said “our society is ruined?” Her father was special, and Alex knew that. He tried to not tell her much, but she understood the gist of it. Her father was strong, handy, and extremely powerful. He told Alex for the first time, when she was four years old, that bad people wanted to come after him for the powers he possessed. He warned her, and told her if she wanted to be safe, she would have to stick with him, always. As long as they were protected in their little cabin in the forest, they would be okay living in seclusion forever. Alexandria was fine with that. Her dad loved and cared for her, more than anyone, including her own absentee mother could have. How could she not want him to be safe, no matter her curiosity about the excluded world? After all, if he was safe so too would Alexandria. She needed to believe this. As a little girl her dad told her when she asked about her mom, how she had left her by the old oak tree. Left her by the thick, protruding roots that had been around for more years than her own parents, who at that time was somewhere in their thirties. Despite the lies her mother told him that evening around the dinner table, her dad had persisted in his doubts. He found her by swaddled by layers of rotting leaves, and the base of the old tree. Her mother was unwell, her dad told her. Mentally unstable, disoriented and confused. She didn’t understand what she was doing when she had Alexandria. She thought what happened to her father, would happen to Alex. She was scared of the powers Alex could possess, so to avoid the situation completely, she abandoned her in the forest... and never looked back. Alexandria had heard the story so many times before. Her father told her almost everything. Her mother had found her Father, and she had lied. She told him Alex had died during childbirth, and there was no baby. But Alex’s dad knew better. That was the last time he ever saw her mom. He then scavenged the forest, searching for anything. A few hours later, he found his baby-girl abandoned underneath the Oak tree. Ever since that day, he has taken care of her, watched out for her, and kept her safe from all the evils of the world. As best as he could.
By Laura Elliott5 years ago in Fiction
The Journal of Aylah Glynhorn
I was stalking through the jungle while looking for creatures when I came across this momma tiger with her cubs. The momma tiger went off to search for food for her young ones so I took the opportunity to get a closer look at the babies. There were three of them and they were the most adorable little kitties that I had ever laid eyes on. Just as I reached out to touch them, I heard a low growling noise coming from right behind me. I spun around and was face to face with a huge male tiger. He was obviously the daddy tiger of the little cubs. My God was he a gorgeous cat! He had massive paws the size of my head and long, sharp fangs that protruded from his mouth.
By Liliana Cresswell5 years ago in Fiction
Escape To New Eden
Out of breath, Lolita climbed one of the Fourteenth District’s mountains of rubble with as much caution as she could afford, looking back to see how close Loot Enforcers had gained on her. Too many times she’d seen the piles of obliterated brick and mortar crumble under the weight of 2149 gold diggers in search of treasure that would earn them passage to the Land of New Eden, but The Loot Enforcers were hot on her trail, and she had to hurry. It had taken over a decade, but the trinket appraiser, Preston, had assured her that a train ran from west to east where civilization had begun anew every third Saturday at dawn.
By Cynthia Marcano5 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Fate Part 3: The Journey
The rooster crows at the crack of dawn. Jekyll gets up and yawns. He gets up and opens up his backpack and picks up the map. He looks around him and ventures near the entrance slowly. He listens outside but just hears chatter in the distance. He opens the tent just to check if anyone is there and sees a young Asian woman in safari gear with black hair. She asks, “Is fish alright with you for breakfast?”
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Fate Part 2: Preparations
Meanwhile in a faraway place, Jekyll is slowly opening his eyes. His whole body hurts everywhere. He attempts to move his body but fails. Some weird lady with odd blue skin appears and grabs his legs dragging him to a pool of water. Once his body is submerged up to his neck, she stops right before turning into water herself and falling back into the source. Jekyll thought he must be going crazy because water ladies didn’t seem plausible even in their super-powered society. He moved his arm to scratch his head in confusion. He then realizes that he can move his arm. He looks at it and notices the damage is slowly fading away. He cups his hands together and splashes water on his face. He looks at his reflection seeing his body slowly return back to normal. The water in the center suddenly rises up and forms a humanoid shape showing a larger version of the blue woman with sea-green hair. She opens her coral eyes and speaks in a tranquil, melancholic voice with a lot of ambience towards it, “You are the one who wishes to stop the power of fate?”
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Fate Part 1: The Map
In a dark room only lit up by a slew of computer monitors, many people are typing. Above them, beyond a small staircase, somebody sat in a grand chair, staring at the flowing data in front of him. The door leading to the hallway abruptly opens. More light shines into the dark room as a male employee with dark hair in a business suit enters the room. He walks up to the individual seated in the grand chair.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
Locked away
The alarm blares throughout the factory, signaling the end of my shift. Instead of the almost cheerful one that starts and ends our occasional lunch break, this one is harsh and angry. When I was younger, my dad would joke around and tell me it was just mad we were going home, but as a now seventeen year old who spends a good fifty percent of my waking day in the factory, it didn't feel as much of a joke. Shouldering my bag as I followed my co-workers out, I took one last glance at the camera above my station, the little blinking blue light an indication it was watching. I stifle the urge to show it my middle finger and hurried to catch up with my section. I didn't feel like being stopped by the Locked Army on my way out.
By Audrey Resch5 years ago in Fiction
Absense (The original edit)
It is said that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Her name is Tracy. She is fourteen years old in this picture. The picture in the heart-shaped locket on a gold-plated chain. Her long, brown hair is parted in the center and cinched up in two pigtails. Her big, brown eyes sparkle and the curl of her smile makes me wonder what mischief she is up to. I think as I walk through unfamiliar forests, will I recognize her if I find her, no, when I find her. How will she react when she sees me? I continuously practice what I will say to her as I tramp through fallen leaves and weave my way around twigs and branches and other detritus, my ears keen to hear anything of danger to me. I have little to steal: A bedroll, a knife, an air rifle and a few sundries that make the journey a bit less of an ordeal. The most valuable item is, of course, Tracy in a locket. She is the only thing keeping one foot in front of the other.
By Joseph "Mark" Coughlin5 years ago in Fiction
Winter's Silent Wings - Chapter 1 "Barn Owl"
Chapter 1 "Barn Owl" Darkness had surrounded the girls, with only the faintest starlight sifting through the cloudy sky and down between the trees. Cold and tired they stumbled on, the younger girl’s sobs fading into cold exhaustion. Behind them they had briefly heard anguished screams, fading as they plunged farther into the woods. The younger child tripped, sprawling across the stony ground. She cried out.
By Jack Drake5 years ago in Fiction
