Adventure
The Transcendent Shore
In decades past there has been recorded a great number of civilizations. These great peoples were lost to time and forgotten just as the inhuman peoples that came before them. It is in the nature of great things to eventually fall into disrepair and finally be forgotten by time. It is told that these lost peoples and the places in which they did reside are taken away to a land beyond an undiscovered shore in a distant land that holds no place in time or space.
By Cobe Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
Passing Through
Ireland is a nation of rich history and diverse peoples. They preserve their ancestry in their legends, myths, and faith. This will be a continuing story of a young woman's journey to the land of Fae. Taking place in the late fifteen hundreds, I wanted this tale to teeter on the brink of myth and reality. This is part one, and I'll update it every week with more.....
By Emily Marie Concannon3 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad of Fa Lan
In the 5th century A.D., the great country of China was in an uproar. The Great Wall had just been completed, but the country and it's people - particularly toward the North - were constantly under seige by their neighboring enemy, the Huns. It had become a common practice for the Huns to invade bordering villages in the night, slaughtering all in their path and stealing young maidens to take as brides. Many villages - with heavy hearts - created pacts with the Hun leaders to give their daughters over willingly, in an effort to spare the rest of their people from death and destruction. Lan's village was no exception.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
When Love Breaks the Ice
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The weekend was spent exploring the area and gauging what our lives would be like in this frozen mountainous land. This was when we decided to leave the lives we knew at 24 to begin a new. Little did we know, it was a weekend in Summit County Colorado that turned our worlds into a whirlwind of ups and downs. Me, my boyfriend Gurjeet, and his best friend Jeremy decided to go out to Colorado for the green rush. Our dreams was to venture out to the unknown and grow ganj in the Rockies.
By Kim Nguyen3 years ago in Fiction
The Reflection of My Reflection
Darkness. The first and only thing he could remember was darkness. He could not remember how long he had been in this state, for his memory was not vast, but even so, it was an eternity¬ of twilight; until he heard her. Distant and delicate at first, one he might have not noticed had he not been surrounded by silence. Her voice seemed to pierce through the black that surrounded him. To him, this was the most divine and heavenly thing he had ever experienced. Had he not heard, he never should have known how dreary his existence truly was. Faint, gentle, like an angel her voice was. He followed the echo whenever it dared to resonate in the endless abyss that was his home. When it ceased, he had nothing left to pursue, so he paused and waited to hear it once more in hopes that he would find her, whoever she was.
By Krystin Harrington3 years ago in Fiction
Jewel of the Classroom
“Hello, and welcome back. I hope you all read chapter four,” I said, greeting my criminology class. They nodded. “Alright, pop quiz. Who was Wise Guy? I know you already know the answer to this, Jesse, you can put your hand down. How about, Sarah,” I said. Jesse crossed his arms and smiled. He was the smartest student in the classroom, but also had the biggest attitude. I wanted to make sure the other students were learning, so I didn’t always have him answer.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case - Chapter 7
The streets were silent as I slowly passed through them. I watched people come out of their buildings and walk mindlessly towards their work or to their cars, like they were on autopilot. I could see many others gripping their steering wheels tightly, too tightly in some cases, and smoking one puff after the next in rapid succession. These people were stressing themselves out about their day’s tasks before they had even begun, and for a moment I felt better about my situation. As strange as things may have gotten, at least I’m not stuck behind some desk crunching numbers repeatedly for the sake of some corporate overlord who doesn’t even acknowledge my existence as anything but an asset to him, or a drain on resources to be removed if I’m not profitable enough.
By Georges-Henri Daigle3 years ago in Fiction
