Adventure
Doric
He wants to ask them when their big day is. The small lady leans into the side of her love like fronds of a fern curling together. Their fingers brush as they walk, a familial mark of being and belonging, the kind that comes from quiet chatter over late nights and has been founded over arguments so large and so small that they could mean the world or not at all.
By Lark Hanshan3 years ago in Fiction
The Sunset Mountain
The attack was over in seconds. The wolves had run off and left the girl for dead. Broken bones, bruised ribs and blood seeping from her left shoulder. She could feel death slowly creeping upon her. Vultures circle in the sky waiting for her to pass out so they can pick at her bones. The sun blazes in the sky, the heat burns her skin badly, scorching and melting her slowly.
By Sara Sparrow3 years ago in Fiction
The Tail of Thorns
The call rang out from the crow’s nest. “Two ships spotted! Both flyin’ the colors of the Kaokuro Empire!” As word of the sighting spread across the ship, the deck began to teem with the sailors on board. Escorted by two warships, the ship christened The Star-Bound Bounty hailed from the Empire of Thorns, and carried with it a mission of grave importance. Those onboard were proud members of the Dodeeja race, a species of evolved rodents resembling bipedal rats. The Empire of Thorns was heralded as the most advanced among those in the known world.
By Edgar Kingmaker3 years ago in Fiction
The Tail of Thorns
Far from the verdant shores of Dodanjuka, and across the Dan’utto Sea laid Izzoduka. Along the northern shores of this largely unexplored continent were the Outlands of dodeeja expansion. The Outlands teemed with barbarians and ferocious monsters which made it a dangerous location, and slow to settle for cultured dodeeja.
By Edgar Kingmaker3 years ago in Fiction
A nuclear catastrophe lying in the Himalayas
When the world of the 1960s was going through an escalation of the cold world war because of geopolitical tension and the race for nuclear arms- an incident in Asia happened that has the potential to not only destroy the lives of billions living there but can also harm the world greatly.
By Rkreations3 years ago in Fiction
Kingdom of Tairius
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." Or at least that's what my dad says. He used to say that to me and my brothers after he had an argument with my mom. "Don't tell your mom I said that." he would also say that too. He works as equipment maintenance inspector for many of the moon's mining companies. Mining teams go up there to each moon for materials that the may deem valuable. Even on the moon, you can't escape the greed. Many of the nations seek territories and building city upon them. And with the seeking of territories comes territorial conflicts... war. His last cycle was on third moon "Oniel" (On- e- el). If you don't know, a cycle is basically a three month shift. It's pays well enough, and it's better than being in the Lowlands trying grow plants out of nothing" he says. My mom hates when he go off world. Especially, when we were kids and she was left with four boys by herself. We didn't make it easy. Not that we we're trying make it hard. I mean, we were boys. But she's been less pressing about it a last couple years since everyone is out of the house except me. That was until my brother Pearson and I were recruited to go to the Tairius (Ty-ree-us) University. It's the reason why I'm writing this stupid essay... because the professor (yes you), wants us to write about our "life experiences," which I think is stupid! And I don't care if does read this part! There! I said it.
By Tamron Harrison3 years ago in Fiction
Grasping at Space Dust
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That’s why a spacewalk is Theta’s location of choice to have a good think. And a good scream. She gives her tether one last yank, and steps out of the space station’s artificial gravity into the nothingness. Twelve years of training have made her accustomed to the way her organs shift when she leaves gravity behind, the way the pressure on her lower back releases as her vertebrae stretch out.
By Vinny Panepinto (they/she) 3 years ago in Fiction
