Adventure
A Journey Through Time and Religion
I am Cathy, a historian and technology enthusiast. From a young age, I was fascinated by the stories of ancient civilizations and religions, and their profound impact on the world. As I grew older, my passion for a history only deepened, and I pursued a degree in ancient history and religious studies.
By Omar Sohail3 years ago in Fiction
Saving Anne Frank: A Time Traveler's Journey to Alter History
Sophie had always been fascinated by the story of Anne Frank. As a child, she had read her diary over and over, imagining what it must have been like to live in hiding for so long. But as she grew older, she became increasingly frustrated with the knowledge that Anne and her family had ultimately been captured and killed by the Nazis.
By Wael Alwazir3 years ago in Fiction
Satironical Meta Magical Realism
Narrator's preface: The writer who is the protagonist of the below story includes an author's preface in many of his written works. Generally these are full of psuedo intellectual clap trap that sounds intelligent at first blush, but upon closer inspection is actually nonsense. He was not available to provide an author's preface in this case telling me that he was busy "inventing a brand new genre of writing" which he had dubbed satironical meta magical realism. And there you have it, a perfect example of what I meant with that intelligent nonsense comment. Apparently he was doing this in order that he might produce a story he could enter in a writing contest for some two bit website nobody has ever heard of much less cares about. I told him good luck and offered to dream something up to cover his author's preface for this "story." His fan base which consists primarily of persons recently released from or soon to be committed to a mental institution, prisoners, hobos and homeless vagabounds get very agitated when he fails to include an author's preface in any given story he writes. Of course they also get agitated by anything anyone else considers normal. Ah well. Enjoy the below, or don't, it's no skin off my back either way.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
Dream Shadows
Chapter 1 The Photograph Rubbing her eyes tiredly she tried pushing away the memory of the faded print. It was her motivation but that week the nightmares were worse than usual, and she just wished it was over already. What she knew is that when she finally finished the memories would never flash again because it would be like it never happened. At least that is what she liked to tell herself.
By Ruby Estelle 3 years ago in Fiction
Spell Hunter
Shortly after 10 am, when the museum opened on Fridays, a school bus arrived. It had been a relatively normal, calm morning. Alcide picked up a black coffee and piece of baklava from a Greek diner on the same block as his lodgings, which were only a few blocks away from the city’s Natural History Museum. For many years now he made it a habit of a cup of hot coffee and a warm pastry before the final move on a job. That way, he figured, if something went wrong and the job went sideways, at least he had a belly full of coffee and sweets.
By Colton Babladelis3 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveler's Mission: Saving Millions
James is a time traveler working for the organization Delta, which sends time travelers to different times, correct the event or learn and adapt. He had spent years exploring different eras and timelines, venturing to different historical moments to witness events first-hand. However, the task he had been given was unlike any other he had encountered before.
By Ravishankar V K3 years ago in Fiction
The Ancients
Thirteen: Gavriil’s frayed boot sunk deep into the endless mud, flooding it with filth that entered the many holes in the worn-out leather. He didn’t mind. It had been happening all day, and he was used to having semi-frozen feet. Besides, he was too busy searching for tracks that hadn’t been washed away by the unusual summer rain.
By NCS Napier3 years ago in Fiction
The Ancients
Fourteen: Ksana stared at the hordes of colourful foods that lined the outer edges of the Mountain Throne Spire, her mouth dripping at the tantalising prospects before her. She counted fifteen types of meat, twenty-four bowls of salad, eighteen different fruits, sixteen types of vegetables, both roasted and not, piles of flat, risen, and twisted bread that came with dipping sauces that were yellow, pink, green, white, orange, and even a purple one, ten desserts that ranged from tarts to cake, all smelling sweeter than anything she’d had the fortune of tasting, and four whole tables dedicated to a different assortment of gemör, ale, and wine, of which she knew nothing about. It was more food than she had eaten in her fourteen winters combined, with more flavours and spices in one mouthful than she would experience over the rest of her life.
By NCS Napier3 years ago in Fiction
