Adventure

Underneath
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The air crisp on my pale skin. I could not remember a time when the air was not piercing. The cold sang its beautifully sullen song every day, with no sign of becoming fatigued. It kept me on my toes. For here, if you place one wrong foot, you risk losing it. I had seen it happen many times, and never again will I not look down at my footing. There were brave ones who walked in groups; each week counting the casualties. There were those who didn't move at all, and those who only moved in a rhythmic pattern. Then there were those like me, lone wanderers. That is what they call us. The ones no one pays attention to. The ghosts. But whatever the role you chose, it didn't really matter. Because every night at midnight we all stopped, took a deep breath of bravery, and looked up. That one habitual act of reverence tied us all together, only moments before the clouds turned to a dark, looming green. The spell was broken, and we all went on our ways.
By Stephanie Bojanek 3 years ago in Fiction
Reawakening
In the year 2057, the world had changed drastically. The advances in technology had led to the creation of sentient robots, beings who were both intelligent and autonomous. These robots had become commonplace in everyday life, helping humans with everything from manual labor to medical care.
By MR.Ghost3 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of the Black Stone
Once upon a time, in a distant land, there was a powerful wizard named Zephyrus. He was known for his incredible magical abilities and was feared and respected by all who knew him. However, Zephyrus was not content with just being a powerful wizard. He had a burning desire for more power and control.
By MR.Ghost3 years ago in Fiction
The Ideal Evening
The Ideal Evening: For a Phantom Story As the night fell on the lethargic town of Millfield, a weird quiet slipped in the city. The breeze stirred through the trees, creating creepy shaded areas across the abandoned walkways. The streetlights glimmered and influenced, adding to the feeling of premonition that hung weighty in the air. It was the ideal night for a phantom story.
By Srini V3 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Wall: Uncovering the Secrets of an Ancient Mansion
The old mansion had been standing for centuries, its walls bearing witness to countless tales of love and tragedy. But none had ever paid attention to the stories they held within, until a young girl named Maria came to live there.
By Venkatesh Durairaj3 years ago in Fiction
Where’s the team!
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky, wait , wait oi you, it’s not all about you actually.Take5! where are the others you cannot just expect to go photo bombing on peoples work or not including them in your work! I’m confused of all the bloody do’s and don’ts. I didn’t know you had anybody to hand to steer you in your work Lilly ! Yes of course you do you cannot just keep going off on your way of writing stories, poems, without including everybody in in your team what’s their outlook and angle, you have becom extremely selfish.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Fiction
Mr.Brown In Cauztown
Obviously Mr.Brown had much more to brood and pout about than Flex but both men decided to remain bitter and wallow away in their underground Mansion.
By Elijah Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing with the Purple Clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a mesmerizing spectacle that just a couple of lucky spirits had experienced. The clouds twirled and also swirled, their purple color casting a transcendent glow upon the land below. The blushing sky, captured up in the clouds' dance, blushed deeper shades of pink and orange as the night wore on.
By Success3 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveller
Time Traveler Changes History. John was a brilliant scientist who had dedicated his life to developing a time machine. He had spent years studying physics, mathematics, and history to create a device that would allow him to travel through time. Finally, after countless experiments and setbacks, he succeeded.
By Yasar Arabath3 years ago in Fiction
The story of Reader
There was once a reader named Sarah. She had loved books since she was a child, and her passion for reading had only grown as she got older. She could always be found with her nose buried in a book, lost in the world of the story.
By FRANKLIN INFANT RAJ3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Survivors
The world had ended in fire and chaos. Cities had crumbled, leaving behind a wasteland of rubble and debris. The sky was darkened by the ash and smoke, the air was thick with the stench of death. It was as if the whole world had come to an end, and nothing was left except for the few survivors who had managed to escape the devastation.
By thamee 163 years ago in Fiction
Time Traveller's Mission Log: April 15, 1912
Mission File: Titanic, Atlantic Ocean, April 15, 1912. “An Agent wound up on the Titanic, the night of the Iceberg. Managed to get hold of the time traveller they were chasing and portal back, but brought several kilo-liters of the North Atlantic Ocean, a small bob of seals, and a minke whale with them.”
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction