Adventure
Anastasia's Absolution: The Unforgiven Series
POWDER BLUE EYES Ana groaned softly as she slowly opened her eyes, squinting through narrow slits. She was still feeling quite sleepy. Ana pressed the back of her hand firmly against her left eye socket to alleviate the strain on her eyes, causing her to momentarily see stars. Then, shielding herself from the light, she felt some tension drain from her eyes, allowing her to gradually reconnect with the world around her.
By Lauren Adebesin | ♥️ Coach3 years ago in Fiction
Bird Bones
I felt my heart pounding in my chest as the tall gray-haired man, who called himself a pilot, loaded me and my small bag onto the small, rusty plane. I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at my gut as he added two jerrycans of fuel to the cargo without tying them down. I wanted to escape, scream, to do anything to avoid getting on that plane. But I said nothing. The pilot closed the door, and the sound of the latch clicking shut made my heart skip a beat.
By Aleksandra Orbeck 3 years ago in Fiction
Sky’s The Limit
There's something magical about soaring through the skies, high above the earth. It's a feeling of freedom and excitement that's hard to replicate anywhere else. And for those who are looking for a little more adventure and thrill in their lives, there are few things more satisfying than taking to the skies.
By Hassan Ehsan 3 years ago in Fiction
The Day She Flew...
Running, that's all she's ever known. There's something or someone that is chasing her and she is trying to get away; she must reach freedom. She cannot let the bad get her, it cannot reach her or it will consume her. So she's running and all of a sudden she takes flight and she's flying around this room in this dark, danky warehouse. She's flying as hard and as high as she can but it's just not high enough or far enough and soon the gnarled, twisted hand will reach her and grab her. She'll be smothered out, her light eternally put into darkness. She's getting tired and can't go on much further so she frantically searches for an open door or window somewhere. A crack big enough for her to fit through, something anything so she can escape. She's hitting her head and bumping her wings on the ceiling and on the low hanging lights that are in the warehouse, about to give up even though she knows she can't but what is she to do? When suddenly there is a broken window she hasn't spotted before and even though the bad is grabbing at her, gnashing it's teeth at her she darts towards her only chance at freedom. She makes it but just barely. She's suddenly blasted with a light so bright she momentarily cannot see but she keeps flying. The bad is right on her tail and it's going to get her she can feel it. She can almost see it's face so she flys faster and harder hoping to get away. She tries to fly higher but she just can't seem to fly any higher than it's grasp. She fly's through the trees at an angle and zooms over pools of water. Suddenly, she starts to notice more and more the beauty that surrounds her and suddenly she realizes that the bad thing is gone. It has vanished beneath her. Suddenly, with a burst of energy she soars ever higher towards the big blue sky with the white puffy clouds. She's always wanted to explore the sky so up, up, up she goes. It's so very blue the further up you go. Everything down below just appears as a speck; a small nothing if you will as if all that bad that loomed over her just moments before wasn't all that terrifying after all. It was as it turned out just a bit of nothing. It turns out that your troubles may all be about perspective. The closer you are they seem quite large and looming but the further away you get they seem small and not so troublesome. Even the mountains seemed but a speck from this height. She decided after a time to swoop in a little closer though and there she saw the white snowy caps on the mountains high. The deer, squirrels and other woodland creatures rooming about in the forest going about their day. She saw a mama wolf stopping by a creek with her pups for some fresh mountain creek water. There was so much more beauty really than all the bad that had been chasing her all her life. As it turned out all she had to do was look at things from a different perspective and by spending a day in the sky above she had realized this was true. She found that she particularly liked the forest and so it was there that she decided to find her respite. She found an old tree that had clearly been around for some years and there was already a hollowed out hole in the old tree so she quickly gathered some twigs and things for her nest and settled in for the night. She was so tired. What would tomorrow bring? Would she still be able to take flight? If so, where oh where should she go?
By Lindsey Altom3 years ago in Fiction
The Power and Significance of Fiction: A Look at its Impact on Society
Fiction is a genre of literature that tells stories about imaginary or made-up people, places, and events. It is a broad category that encompasses various forms of storytelling, including novels, short stories, plays, and films. Fiction has been an integral part of human culture for centuries, and its popularity has only increased with the advent of modern technology and media. In this essay, I will explore the significance of fiction and its impact on society.
By Huzaifa Ishtiaq3 years ago in Fiction
