Adventure

Goldilocks Zone
“Breathe,” a low voice said gently. “Breathe. Take your time and when you’re ready, open your eyes.” Ornette took in the deep breath the voice recommended and then said saucily, “What? No kiss?”
By Stephanie Van Ormanabout a month ago in Fiction
Octavia Girl Vol. I
Introduction Sardius was alone in the interview room as bright lights shone in his eyes and voices rang out from behind the blinding rays. No one was there. The voices from the panel of interviewers rang through a speaker system. He couldn’t see them, but there were cameras pointed at him like guns.
By Stephanie Van Ormanabout a month ago in Fiction
A Love Letter to Charlie
Dear Charlie, I don’t want to say goodbye to you but after you were flipped on your side by Mardi Gras revelers two weeks ago, the insurance company considers you totaled. Breaks my heart that one stupid prank ended our run. Note: my father-in-law is delighted by the news as he considers you a widow-maker and insists we find a safer vehicle for his future progeny. (Shoot, we’re not ready for kids… just got married a few months ago. Can’t we have a little time before the honeymoon ends?)
By Cathy Schieffelinabout a month ago in Fiction
Predator
Many of you are familiar with the iconic sci-fi species Predator (otherwise known as Yautja) with such iconic ones being Jungle Hunter (Predator) City Hunter (Predator 2). Along with the comic books and video games featuring them often going up against the Xenomorphs.
By Johann Hollarabout a month ago in Fiction
The Baker's Paradox
Rutaa wiped the sweat draining off his bald head like a stream before drinking an entire goblet of water. The water wasn’t cool, nothing in his bakery was cool at the best of times, but the festival wasn't the best of times for a baker. He appreciated the humble reprieve none the less.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
📖 The Ending That Finally Made Sense
For a long time, Sophie believed endings were supposed to feel final. She imagined them as sharp moments — doors closing, words said too loudly, tears that demanded witnesses. She thought endings had to announce themselves clearly, so you would know exactly when something was over.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction
Immortal on Christmas
Putin stood through the Christmas service at the St.George Church, swaying from one foot to another, thinking Masha should do something to that damn knee pain.
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Fiction
Far far away from me
Sedna made the final approach, unaware of her proximity to the icy, rocky comet. Her solitary mission: the first ever comet walk. Suspended animation was necessary for the three-year flight, to preserve water and oxygen and to protect the astronaut from the effects of isolation until she could be reawakened.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjanan2 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjanan2 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjanan2 months ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjanan2 months ago in Fiction