Adventure
Rinthybal. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
Departure: The Children Serpentine waves wafted up saline sprays as their liquid hands clapped the sides of the venerable Soporta. Each slap threatened to shred the patinaed boards down to toothpicks. The sea-legless children sauntered left, up, right, down in an exhausting whirl.
By Stephanie J. Bradberry3 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Sam
Jump. Jump. Sit. Sit. Ribbit. Ribbit. Jump. Jump. Repeat. A toddler wandered through the woods chasing a frog. The length of the chase was unknown. Just started suddenly. But the toddler was having the time of their life. They kept on jumping along with the frog. Focused on being one with the frog. The toddler continued doing everything the frog did, until the frog splashed into the river and disappeared under the water.
By Kelly Topolski3 years ago in Fiction
The Method Mission
One day, three friends named Jericho, Hunter, and Lita were at their favorite hangout, the Palace of Sweet, and were discussing their science project, which was to give a synopsis of the scientific method. “What are we gonna do?” Hunter said. “We must present a diagram and outline of the scientific method by Thursday, and today is Tuesday, and we haven’t made any progress.” “Chill, dude,” said Lita. “We still have a day and a half to figure something out. Yeah, but when it comes to the scientific method, we all are wearing dunce caps. Oh! I just wish there was an easier way to learn more about it since the science books give little information,” said Jericho.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Fiction
The Smith
Sweat sprayed from the young man’s well-muscled ebony shoulders with each hammer blow, mirroring the sparks cascading from the singing steel he grasped tightly with his forge tongs. Penub wiped his brow, leaving a trail of soot in the wake of his hand. He blinked away the sting of perspiration from his eyes as he placed the steel back into the forge. Once the metal was restored to a white-hot glow, that could even be seen on a bright sunny day like this one, Penub resumed his hammering. The steel obeyed each hammer stroke and soon Penub lost himself in the repetitiveness of his work. When he could get in these grooves, he would become unflappable, and time often slipped away from Penub. Last time this happened an entire day was lost to him as he hammered out fourteen horseshoes, twelve swords and a year’s stock of carpenter’s nails before he snapped out of it. That time the entire day was lost to him. If someone had stopped by the forge to talk with him, he wouldn’t have known or at very least had no recollection of them doing so.
By K.H.A. Wassing3 years ago in Fiction
Nima and the Human Boy
s an abandoned toddler in the forest. “I really don’t want to do this,” she muttered under her warm breath. Nima didn’t know why her mother insisted she be the one to go collect the offering from the Lake of Sacrifice. It wasn’t her fault her brother decided to be a total idiot and fight a troll when he knew what a little spite from a troll could do to a dragon.
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Fiction
Travel through music
It was the year 2010 and I was 23 years old and unemployed. I didn’t know what to do. I should have kept my idea a secret. They called it dumb and said it sounded like a drunk person's suggestion. I worked hard. I graduated high school at 14 and graduated college at 19. I was a very smart kid. I still am to this day. It was one day after my job fired me and I was still thinking about my idea. I loved oldies and always wanted to be where they started with them at the same place and time. A light bulb flashed above my head and gave me the best idea ever. What if I create a music time travel machine? I rushed down to my basement with excitement thinking about how perfect this would be. I get my blue paper to draw how the machine will work. I had many ideas but one felt perfect. I decided to make a bed that you lay on and with it, you had a headpiece that when you put it on music fills your ears. The way for it to work is if you close your eyes and feel the music. Once you start getting into it, a blue light will shine and it starts to work. You will find yourself in a dimension of years and decades of music and its development. Explore at any time and leave at any time but the only way out is if someone is with you. I had to learn that myself. Knowing that I got stuck. I started to get products like metal beds, helmets, wires, headphones, buttons, and any tools that I felt I needed. If I forgot I would search for them. Working on my project was like running fourteen miles down a forest. Thinking about which way I should go. A loud knock on the door disturbs me and I jump. I run up my basement stairs and lock the basement. I looked to see who was at the door and it was my brother. My rich brother owns multiple famous clubs and hotels. He was always skeptical about my theories and ideas. I open the door with a smirk. He loudly greets me” What is up little brother”. My ears hated it.” Hello brother” I said in an uninterested voice. “Still mad about the incident from two years ago?” the brother said laughing.” Anyway I decided to visit and I was hoping to crash for a month,” He said. I let out a huge sigh. ”Don’t you have enough money to rent a nice room?” I rudely ask. He dared to knock at my door asking me to stay. I stupidly say yes knowing I would hear an ear full from my mother for not being nice to my manipulative brother. “ sleep on the couch. The bedroom is mine. I have a lot of work to do so it requires sleep. Good sleep at that” I said irritatedly. He puts his things in the corner of the house next to the couch and turns on the tv. I asked,” do you need a blanket and a pillow to sleep with”? He grabs a huge suitcase and takes out a blanket and a pillow.” No don’t worry I bring one of my own” he said. Of course, he had an expensive pillow and blanket. I end the day with dinner in bed then sleep.
By Ameerah Levine3 years ago in Fiction
Rock Bottom
**In an effort to sharpen my writing and encourage my creative mind, I want to start a series where I "complete the story". I have over a hundred open-ended sentences which are prompts for a story, short or otherwise. I want to keep each story short, teasers if you will. The Prompt will be shown in bold.**
By Felicia P.3 years ago in Fiction
