Adventure

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"Eiiiiiiiii, urgh, every time I wake up it feels more like rigor mortis has set in with the sun." "Kcaaaaa......you have been saying that since the sun BEGAN rising, Mordecai! "
By Alicia Anspaughabout 24 hours ago in Fiction
How to Fuck Around
So, you’ve been invited to a party. You are excited to go, right? What? You aren’t excited or aren’t going? You remember the last party you went to and it was a total awkward disaster? Oh, boy, you’re right, you probably just shouldn’t go. What’s that? But you really want to go, but you’ll need some advice on how to interact with peers, socialize, and basically, you know…
By Amos Glade2 days ago in Fiction
THE MOTH
Hapley was one of the most celebrated entomologists of his time, famous for his discoveries and infamous for his bitter feud with Professor Pawkins. Their rivalry had lasted for decades and had grown from an academic disagreement into a personal war. It began when Pawkins dismissed a species Hapley had named, and from that moment onward, the two men attacked each other relentlessly in papers, meetings, and public lectures. Their quarrel became legendary within scientific circles, stirring passions as fierce as any religious dispute.
By Faisal Khan2 days ago in Fiction
Drawing Back the Lines of Life
The first time Elias heard the phrase drawing back, it was not spoken aloud. It appeared instead in the slow movement of his own hands, hovering above a blank sheet of paper, uncertain whether to move forward or retreat. He was a draftsman by trade, a quiet observer by nature, and for most of his life he believed that progress meant only one thing: pushing ahead, adding lines, filling spaces, refusing to erase. Drawing back felt like failure. Like fear.
By Farhadi2 days ago in Fiction
Cave Painting. AI-Generated.
A fist goes flying into the face of Rubis, the sheer impact sending him flying back and crashing down hard on the sandy terrain. Several taller young volkin boys surround the battered youngster and cackle at his misfortune with jabbing jeers to add insult to injury. The one that landed the punch that grounded him sneers in post victory and demands that the younger volkin stand up and face he and his crew. Daring his words, Rubis stood up on weary legs. He wipes away the blood from his lips on the back of his hand and resumes a fighting stance. With balled fists up and stark eyes squared on the bullies, Rubis readies himself.
By Kelly Johnson2 days ago in Fiction
The Metal Carcass
Jail was a solemn place. Especially for the Sheriff forced to live there. No family visits, no days away. He lived here constantly with only his Lawmen for company.
By Liam Storm2 days ago in Fiction
The Letters That Arrived Too Late
The first letter arrived on a Tuesday morning, sealed in blue wax and addressed in handwriting that Emma instantly recognized.
By Asghar ali awan3 days ago in Fiction
The Town That Forgot Tomorrow
The town of Bellmere had one strange rule: no one talked about tomorrow. At first, Maya thought it was a joke. She had arrived in Bellmere on a rainy evening, her car breaking down just beyond the town sign. The sign itself was old and rusted, with faded letters that read: Welcome to Bellmere. Nothing unusual until she asked the mechanic when her car would be ready.
By Asghar ali awan3 days ago in Fiction
Immortal? To Hell!
”Where am I?” Putin asked, feeling out his face. The words came out garbled, splatting blood all over his hands. “Hell!” someone boomed.
By Lana V Lynx3 days ago in Fiction
Broken Safe Haven - Chapter 3
Previous Chapters Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Jordan rushed into the training room, an old basketball gym now a labyrinth of training mats, punching bags, and blunted weapons. The musk of sweaty bodies and athletic clothes their owners neglected to wash hung in the warm air. Jordan’s boots thumped against the wooden flooring as he stomped across the room.
By Eric Boring3 days ago in Fiction
🌅 The Future They Blessed Each Other For
They didn’t plan to meet that morning. Life had simply nudged them into the same place, at the same hour, under a sky just beginning to glow with color. The café sat at the edge of the old harbor, windows wide open to let in the smell of salt and early sunlight. It was the kind of place people came to when they needed quiet more than company.
By Zidane4 days ago in Fiction
A Breeze I Wish To Forget
The pictures upheld itself to Natajra’s standard as the driver cruises through the city. The skies were pretty, it wasn’t too hot or too cold outside, and the garden and palms trees were absolutely beautiful. Natajra pinched herself wondering if she was in heaven. “Ouch!” She whispered to herself as she rubs the tiny pain away.
By Devond Devoe4 days ago in Fiction