Adventure
Fireheart
Trigger Warnings: Mental Illness, Kidnapping My body was made of trauma and bone. I had broken apart so many times, there were remnants of me scattered across my floor. However, for the first time, I was terrified I would not be able to put myself back together again. Blood screamed in my ears as the attack overwhelmed me.
By C.M. Vazquez3 years ago in Fiction
After the Apocalypse (3)
Cahya raced into a gap in the jungle wall which marked the start of a steep trail downhill toward the closest beach to the village. A flash of beige shirt in the distant dusky murk of the forest told her Susswan had waited for her to catch sight of him so she would be sure of the chase. She was fast, but of all the village children Susswan was fastest, she would need to be smartest to catch him. As she jumped over roots and through ferns whose lush green might hide holes or other obstacles, she clenched the smoothness of her bamboo swatch. When she caught the thief, a weapon would be useful. As she ducked beneath the limb of a young sandalwood tree, she heard a chittering like a monkey from ahead and below. She recognized Susswan’s monkey imitation and changed direction without losing her headstrong momentum by whiplashing herself around an almost vertical liana limb.
By Roy Stevens3 years ago in Fiction
Lily's Mountain Adventure: A Tale of Bravery and Heroism
Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Lily who loved nothing more than adventure. She lived in a small village at the base of a mountain range that towered over the countryside. Every day, she would stare up at the mountains in awe, wondering what it would be like to explore the rocky peaks and hidden valleys.
By Mike Lundgreen3 years ago in Fiction
After the Apocalypse (2)
“Ah, Cahya, I wouldn’t have tripped if you hadn’t talked to me just then, I looked back at you and didn’t see the root.” As they returned to the Crone’s stall, they kept up a banter around mouthfuls of fruit. Normally, the village’s loosely organized gang of bully-children would have swooped on such a chance to mock the clumsy ‘Rock-Boy’ and harass his sister ‘The Ghost’ but they had already scattered to their various roosts for the day and were unavailable to play the vultures to Cahya and Gemi’s ‘carrion’.
By Roy Stevens3 years ago in Fiction
He Came From the Red Valley
For the first few hours of his journey August skipped along with a great sense of excitement. He followed various small Trails in the general direction of north using the sun as an indicator of his orientation. The tree-line above gave him very little chance to use any landmarks.
By Tristan Cofer3 years ago in Fiction
After the Apocalypse
A very small boy, wary with being so small and having few resources on which to depend licked his stubby fingers furtively, though he looked temporarily satisfied after finding ripe vanilla fruit up a deer path he’d only just discovered. He looked perhaps five, though he was in fact older, malnutrition and the inevitable shyness of the little cared for having done their part in the stunting of yet another child.
By Roy Stevens3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Heir
Once upon a time, in a far-off kingdom, there was a great king who had only one son, Prince Arin. The prince was the apple of the king's eye, and everyone loved him dearly. He was a kind, gentle, and intelligent young man, but he was also very sheltered. The king had always kept his son close to him, and Arin had never been allowed to venture beyond the castle walls.
By Victor Okeke3 years ago in Fiction
Powerless: A Brave Journey Through a Superhuman Society
In a world where every individual was born with a unique superpower, John was the only one who was powerless. He had grown up seeing people flying, teleporting, and manipulating objects with their minds. He was always the outsider, the one who didn't belong.
By Şevval Özden3 years ago in Fiction
