Adventure
The Girl with the Golden Hair
1033 AD Near Vinland The tiny village was a poor little village that sat along the edge of the great forest, they had broken away from the main Viking community that had traveled across the sea around 10 years back when the Vikings first made their initial settlement. Until five years ago the village was self-sustaining, and the crops they planted along with the deer and other animals to hunt gave them enough to survive. They got meat and made their clothing from the deer, rabbits, and other animals they hunted.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Circus: Hells Kitchen Chapter 4
The Sun and The Son A man woke up chained to a metal chair beaten and bloody. He groaned in pain as he looked around. He was under a beam of sunlight in a very spacious concrete room. He could vaguely make out a metal table that appeared to have something laying on it. He squinted to see that there was a much farther metal door with an antique vinyl player by it.
By Christopher Shavers3 years ago in Fiction
The Marvelous Rendell and Bob
Rendell was an enormous maroon colored talking dragon with blue, red and yellow spotted eyes and enormous jagged green and red colored scales. Rendell lived deep within a cave with many tunnels and a small stream running down the center of its largest stony path. This not only gave the cave its wonderful petrichor smell, but the water pooled up at the end of the corridor making a convenient bath. The pooled water was usually warm from natural steam vents beneath, but sometimes rose to boiling temperatures. The steam caused water to bead up and eventually grow stalactites and stalagmites. The cave’s complicated burrows were an unsolvable maze to humans, keeping Rendell safe. Rendell had been living there long enough to know where every passageway led.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Banoom
Banoom dragged her tail through the fallen leaves on the malt path, the autumn foliage now past peak color, her breath visible in the air above her snout. Cambria woods – especially the malt path – was her favorite place on Yirrth, a retreat from awkward interactions with family ‘friends,’ volunteers, or the Charitable Order of Gnomes. A place to avoid whomever she was appointed to stay with that week.
By D.P. Martin3 years ago in Fiction
Riptide; Chapter 1
The wind whips by, tossing the strands of hair it catches into my face. If the storm hadn't broken our already weakened mast, we'd be making excellent time. I sigh, tapping my finger on the railing of the bow. The storm had proved to be our saving grace, even if it had nearly dragged us under in the process. Our main mast was gone, having taken out the foremast as it fell, and our sails were in tatters, but at least we had made it out, most likely unlike our pursuant.
By Katarzyna Crevan3 years ago in Fiction
A Curse to Break; Chapter 4
I take one last look at my reflection in the mirror, slowly turning my head to each side. I don't think I did too bad of a job. Hopefully, Mother would agree. She was likely still mad at me, and I didn't want to give her any more reason to be mad. She would likely think any slip-up was another attempt to get out of going to the ball. I knew better than to push my luck like that, but Mother wouldn't care.
By Katarzyna Crevan3 years ago in Fiction
Fox Hunt; Chapter 4
We make it another block before our shadow disappears into the crowd. For a second the thought that we should have approached him comes to mind, but I quickly throw it away. No, he would have run. He had been studying us. I doubt it was the last we'd see of him.
By Katarzyna Crevan3 years ago in Fiction
Zhane & Vitani Chapter 1
Chapter 1 Summer Ends The final days of summer vacation shrouded the atmosphere of Miami, Florida. The jaded kids in the area were not looking forward to another year of school and mountains of homework. But over on 235 Lomaky Drive, there were two 12-year-old twins clashing for the controller to their Xbox One.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Fiction
Village Girl
A fiery heat wave smothered a barren, desolate corner of the sub-Saharan Desert. The militant flames of wind kicked the grains of sand leaping into dancing spirals, before cascading back into the dunes. The scorching sun, a spectator of its fury, stood isolated in the sky and observing nature at the hands of its mercy.
By Hannah Berhe3 years ago in Fiction











