Adventure
Shattering of Peace
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, but it seemed like all I could hear were the piercing shrieks of terror and agony rising out of the chaos below the palace. The acrid stench of burning flesh and combusted armaments filled the air, and the ground seemed to shake with each mighty impact. With their homes ablaze, people were running, scrambling to escape the death that surrounded them. Mothers and children were desperately making their way towards the palace as their sons, husbands, and fathers were heading towards the barracks that were stationed along the outer gates of the city. In the distance, trails of dust rose as those who were working in the fields sped towards sanctuary. The imperial fleet emerged from the darkness of the cosmic clouds, inching closer with each passing second. The time had finally come. We were under attack.
By Kurt Mason3 years ago in Fiction
The Draft
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." A blonde-haired man with a strong Texas accent stood atop a weapons trunk as a group of selects gathered around. The man held a British IPA in one hand and a plasma pistol in the other. General Ulysses Stanton was immature but still an experienced captain and well respected by his superior ranking officers.
By K.L. Greeves3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: The Journey Through Frostgrave Forest
Surrounded by sloping hillsides and sharp ravines, a company of travelers trudge ever forward through the vast and mysterious Frostgrave Forest. The mountainous horizon slowly swallows the sun drenching the frozen valley in a sea of orange twilight. The last rays of sunlight drip through the waving tree branches of the forest, reflecting off of the snow-covered ground, and washing the mountain woodlands in a sea of liquid gold. Dense underbrush partially conceals the path along the base of the foothills. A long-faced man, with shoulder length brown hair, kneels down, staring intently at the ground, he traces his gloved index finger across the surface of the snow.
By Dylan Crice3 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 2: Igloo Supplies (Remix Version)
Previous Mission <Original Plotline by Jeremiah and Nic Ellison I do not own Club Penguin or Pokémon. Club Penguin is the property of Disney while Pokemon is the property of Nintendo, Gamefreak, and the Pokémon Company.>
By Jeremiah Ellison3 years ago in Fiction
The Alien & the Anarchists
…5… …4… …3… [Ocean blue pupils dilating rapidly…] A thunderous crash of steel against rock! Man against nature! The freighter tipped to its side knocking both of us back in opposite directions. The short balding man in a black bandana hung on to the deck like he soon would from the highest gallows if I could rescue him! Then it happened…
By Real Monsters 3 years ago in Fiction
Behind the Curtain
Belching, driving, flying, munching, waste, gas, junk. Consumption and expulsion. “This is the future. A state of the art, clean living solution. No more sprawling cities occupying valuable space, no more unnecessary travel. All you need within walking distance. Welcome to the Track - a linear city where you can live free - let’s get back on Track”
By Dennett Fortess3 years ago in Fiction
The Yumi Express
Dreams are mysterious things. As a child when I’d wake from a nightmare, my parents always fed me the same words- “They’re just in your head, they can’t hurt you, they aren’t real.” Over and over I heard those words but I was never convinced. How could it possibly be in my head when it felt so real?
By Madison Freel3 years ago in Fiction
