Adventure

Backrooms Decrypted: Futuristic Halls (Level 15)
Level 15 of the Backrooms is also known as Futuristic Halls. It has a CLASS 0 survival difficulty rating. It is SAFE, SECURE, and FREE OF ENTITIES. Level 15 is a sequence of futuristic corridors with occasional pitch-black spots caused by a lack of lighting. When passing through these corridors on Level 15, the sounds of motors may be heard from afar. These sounds are produced by equipment housed in enormous rooms separated by reinforced metal doors. A portion of the walls of these rooms are composed of thick glass.
By Info3 years ago in Fiction
A Surreal Story of Giants & Dinosaurs Wiping Out Humanity
It was a world unlike any other. Giants roamed the earth, towering above the tallest trees and casting shadows that stretched for miles. They were a peaceful people, content to live in harmony with the land and all its inhabitants.
By Mello.viibes3 years ago in Fiction
Backrooms Decrypted: The Infinite Apartment
You awaken, feeling carpet against your cheek. The strange, slightly out-of-date pattern you've come to expect from the Backrooms. What is that peculiar sound you can hear? This oddly tuneless easy-listening music is the kind you might find in an elevator, whisking you away to another world. Muzak that feels like it was written by a committee of mosquitoes as you stand, you see the similarly strange patterns on the wallpaper. This place never left the seventies, did it? Still, you'll take it over some limitless wilderness. It's time to figure out where you are and how you got here. You rise to your feet and begin to assess the environment around you. It seems as though you're in some kind of lobby, lined with elevators on both sides and marked entrances to stairways around the back.
By Info3 years ago in Fiction
Backrooms Decrypted: Surviving The Matrix (Level 12)
Welcome back, Explorer. You look tired. And of course, we don't blame you. You've had a long journey through The Backrooms so far, and considering some of the terrifying things you've seen over the previous eleven levels, who could blame you for losing sleep, there aren't many places in this frightening dimension where you can comfortably take the weight off your feet and just relax. Do you think you're any safer here, well, let's find out? Welcome to Level 12, Explorer. We hope you enjoy your stay. As you enter the level, you notice how different it seems from so many of the others. In many cases, levels of the Backrooms have been defined by their dizzying expansiveness. An office block that goes on for eternity. The endless, winding streets of a city that feels more procedurally generated than constructed by human hands. A field, misty and desolate, goes on and on and on and on. But that's not this level. It's a white room, not especially large or small. The gleaming paint job on the wall almost induces a kind of snow blindness. It's an unnatural level of crispness and clarity, like walking into some surreal screen saver. There's a door on the far wall, but strangely, you notice that there isn't a door behind you. Don't worry; you're too well versed in the ways of the Backrooms to be bothered by the logical inconsistency of that. You're instead focused on the chair and table sitting in the center of the room - as though you're preparing for a job interview, and your interviewer just happened to be late.
By Info3 years ago in Fiction
Withstand the Ridiculous
The Delaware Historical Connection had an idea. They wanted to see if there was an individual who knew the most about the state of Delaware. New Sweden University student Hollis Varner fit such a description. His skin looked black as tar but it was like the tar was on fire in his head. He wore a blue blazer with a red t-shirt and blue jeans and white sneakers. He looked like any other college kid but was still different. A mind afire with ideas and notions to succeed, he had majored in History and specialized in what happened in the Diamond State.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
The Rise of the Raging Beast
As the sun began to set on the bustling metropolis of New York City, a sense of dread and foreboding washed over its inhabitants. Rumors had been circulating for weeks about a monstrous creature wreaking havoc on the city's outskirts, destroying buildings and causing widespread panic wherever it went.
By Liviu Roman3 years ago in Fiction
A Story of Survival in the Primitive Era
In the dense forests of the primitive era, a tribe of early humans known as the "People of the River" lived in harmony with the land and its creatures. At the heart of their tribe was a young man named Kael, a skilled hunter and leader among his people.
By Liviu Roman3 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Timmy
Timmy was a curious six-year-old with a wild imagination. He lived with his parents in a cozy little house on the edge of town, surrounded by fields of tall grass and towering trees. Timmy loved to explore the woods behind his house and imagine all sorts of adventures.
By Liviu Roman3 years ago in Fiction
Zhane & Vitani Chapter 6
Vitani and Kimiko were at lunch anxiously awaiting the spaghetti the cafeteria serves every Thursday. Ooh, my mouth is watering right now, said Kimiko.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Fiction
Lizard People Takeover in the year 2055
It was the year 2055 and the world was a very different place. Technology had advanced by leaps and bounds, allowing humans to travel to the farthest reaches of the solar system and even beyond. But despite all this progress, there was a dark cloud hanging over humanity.
By Mello.viibes3 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Witnesses
Detective Maria Rodriguez stood at the edge of the crime scene, her eyes scanning the area for any clues that might help her solve the case. The small town of Maplewood had been shaken to its core by a series of brutal murders, and Maria was determined to bring the killer to justice.
By Ibrahim Sani M3 years ago in Fiction
The Autumn Adventure
Autumn was always a special time for Rachel. As the leaves turned golden and the air grew crisp, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and possibility. There was something about the change of seasons that always made her feel alive, and this year was no different.
By Exerteza_writes3 years ago in Fiction