Adventure
Lake of Terror
It was a hot summer day when Rachel and her friends decided to go on a weekend camping trip. They found a secluded spot by a tranquil lake, surrounded by dense woods. It was the perfect place to escape the hustle and bustle of the city and enjoy some peace and quiet.
By Jananan Sandajeshan3 years ago in Fiction
Non Fatuum Huc Persecutus Ignem
Can an airborne mote of dust be said to be ‘flying’? The mote in question floated up to a height of some 500 feet on an updraft formed by the topography of the land. Mountains several thousand feet tall rose on both sides of a long fjord-like extension of the sea beyond an island chain just off the coastline.
By Roy Stevens3 years ago in Fiction
The Song Of The Sea: A Journey Of Discovery And Courage
As the sun began to set over the ocean, Sarah stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea. She had always felt drawn to the water, and tonight was no different. As she watched the waves crash against the rocks below, she heard a haunting melody in the wind.
By Kingsley Osevwe3 years ago in Fiction
Ocean nights
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Emily who loved the ocean. She was fascinated by the vastness and the beauty of the sea. Emily grew up in a small coastal town where she would spend hours on the beach, watching the waves crash against the shore.
By Mahnoor Ali3 years ago in Fiction
Between The Fences
5. The Black House Cassidy was awakened by the sound of choking and retching. The odor of sulfur was pungent in the air, and as she looked bleary-eyed to the corner where Frankie was emptying her stomach, her own belly began to rumble a protest. She sat up slowly and noticed a door to her right. It was obvious that it was the front door to the Black House, and through the border windows the sunshine was a deep red hue, like blood. Nearly everything around her appeared as though it was part of an old black and white television show. The red light from outside only lit a select few items in the house, like the door trim and molding and the joints in the hardwood floor on which they sat. Frankie, still dry heaving, sat next to another door in the room. It was shut, and the contents of it were hidden from them. Above them was a low ceiling, but it was only about three or four feet wide, indicating a second floor walkway beneath the second floor ceiling. The girls were in a foyer.
By Anthony Stauffer3 years ago in Fiction





