Adventure
A Cherished Classic. Top Story - July 2021.
The other day, I really couldn’t sleep… and I fell on this bedtime story. I guess it has a special meaning for me, I mean it inspires my imagination to the point that I actually feel it. It’s as if, I am being transported by it in real time.
By Alice K.S.5 years ago in Fiction
Spacee
In the central city “Space travel has always been the dream of ancient men. But now we look back in time it seems a mundane thing that a child would dream .As the late emperor Saskovich has stated it is space control that we must strive for .And from today onwards ,I the new emperor of klan dynasty assure you that we will have total domination over the space and all the galaxies .”
By Anmol Thiara5 years ago in Fiction
Praesidium V
Previously Aiden and his followers sprinted out first. James hurried out after, not wanting to face his man’s glare alone. He hurried back into their room and to his bed. He ignored the grins from Aiden and his followers, the disgusted looks on the girl’s face and the sympathetic looks from the other three boys. James tucked himself into bed, turned onto his side so he was facing the wall and closed his eyes, willing sleep to take him away.
By Jade Stephens5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Parade
It was the year 2048, 3 years after the martian invasion of earth destroyed the place we used to call our sanctuary. A cold hearted young woman who named herself Olivia, was one of the only survivors of the deadly attack on our planet. She had no trace of her family besides a heart shaped locket her mother gave her. She knew she had a purpose, and she was going to reach it.
By Kayla Young5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of Azariah
Ebony watched Aiden’s body fall to the ground, clutching the knife in his side. He wasn’t dead—not yet anyway—but the maze was taking its toll. Though he couldn’t see her through the maze’s labyrinth, she had a bird’s eye view from her perch behind the Harvester seats in the arena. She chose this section above the others because the drab Harvester uniforms made it easy to blend in. Of course, her own Miner section would have been the usual choice, but they would be expecting that. Being Azariah’s most wanted meant she had to forgo preferences. She’d only held this status for the last twelve hours, since for ten years Aiden Nathaniel Leona was the prize hunted by the Master and his Enforcers. But now their prize lay dying on the arena floor and the air already wreaked of hunger for fresh game.
By Paola Sommer5 years ago in Fiction
Path of the Hunter Part One
The forest Cain walked through was peaceful, something that stuck out these days. No birds chirped or flew over the canopy of the forest. No tracks from wild animals or signs that any even treaded the land in days. The Most unsettling part was not a single zombie had appeared for days.
By wesley myers5 years ago in Fiction
The Trinket
“It was Jenny who gave it to me, this little thing, this…What a silly thing to give someone. I wanted to melt it down with the rest of my scrap to make more rounds, but she told me to keep it safe. She said people would give each other these things, these trinkets, as a sign of affection. A bunch of shapes and loops of shinny metals and rocks meant you cared for someone. Jenny had always brought us back things She found scavenging in the city. Mostly scrap metal and a boot hear and there, she said that whenever I look at it I should think of her. What good is a shiny pebble when thirst is on your lips? When another moment of hunger is inching its way into your stomach. But that was so long ago, before the reign. She never did tell me what it was called.” Worth held the trinket in the air, it twisted itself back-and-forth with his hands. “I mean why give me something so useless the bonds to this is so weak I couldn’t even choke someone with this.” He put it back in the breast pocket of his vest. I could tell he wanted to go on about how silly the trinket was but, the smell of cooked meat filled the air, we knew we were getting closer.
By Warren Higginbothan II5 years ago in Fiction
Neo
Ashes. There was nothing but ashes. Neo swept her eyes across the horizon, and her heart ached for what once was. For a moment, she could see the city --it’s tall silver spires shining in the blinding light. For a couple seconds amidst the quiet of the valley, she could hear the sound of 5 o’clock traffic horns honking and people yelling in dismay. She blinked. The vision and its sounds faded leaving her with the sea of grey ash, and an eerie silence in its wake.
By Hailey Cahoon5 years ago in Fiction
