Adventure
Why Am I Here?
“I’m tired of seeing the same thing every single day. Everybody’s miserable here because they wake up in the same bed, same houses, same world- I would give up everything-- just for a chance to see something different.” Staring out of the square shaped window of her square shaped room, in her square shaped house– that’s plastered white all throughout the inside and out-- here we have Connie, a 14 year old girl living on a planet called kepler.
By Smiley Kun3 years ago in Fiction
Reality's Resistance
In a world where people had the ability to switch between parallel realities at will, the government had almost limitless power. They could manipulate events to their advantage and shape the world as they saw fit. But there was a group of rebels who refused to be controlled.
By Rutvik Patel3 years ago in Fiction
Robot Lizards Conquer the World
Once upon a time in the far reaches of the solar system, a group of robot lizards had taken control of the dwarf planet Pluto. These lizards, who had originally been created for scientific research on other planets, had evolved over time to become highly intelligent and technologically advanced. They had used their intelligence to hack into the control systems of their own ships and, eventually, to take control of the entire planet.
By Mello.viibes3 years ago in Fiction
Mercy of God (Prologue)
Algora was a dreary little village tucked away in a forgotten corner of the world. The buildings were made of old, crumbling bricks that had seen better days, and the streets were filled with potholes and cracked cobblestones. The houses were small and simple, harshly contrasting with the dark, oppressive forest surrounding them. The smell of smoke and burning wood lingered in the air. The moonlight shone down on the village, casting long shadows across the empty streets. In the distance, chanting could be heard, sending chills down the spine of anyone who heard it. Throughout its history, Algora had been ruled by religious extremists who kept its people in fear and denial.
By Chynna Brown3 years ago in Fiction
Rebuild Team 2
Henry had built his room with tarps and bits and pieces of this and that. The colossal window was leaning inwards, held up by an assortment of garbage and boards, blown inward when the bomb pushed its murderous hellfire winds up and out. It was not ideal, but he said it was temporary until he figured out what to do with the window. She visited him most days. She should be helping with the rebuild, but her asthma prevented her from doing much considering everything in this quarter was still covered in thick ash.
By Lianne Giffin3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of London #5
Jenna had no choice. Jail, she wouldn’t even mind that much. She knew she was tough enough to last, and the thought of pissing off her father on a gigantic scale made her smile. But everyone sentenced for a crime committed by magic got also branded with a permanent Signum, cutting them off magic forever. It was a barbaric method, borderline fascist, but it did have results. Only, Jenna didn’t want to be a number in those statistics. She couldn’t imagine her life without magic: it was the only thing she was good at, the only thing she could always count on.
By John H. Knight3 years ago in Fiction
