Adventure

Adam's Adventure
Adam awoke to some unusual surroundings, to say the least. He lay still with his eyes closed while he tried to figure out what exactly might be going on. Adam loved to give a story to otherwise mundane settings. He possessed a remarkably active imagination and was often the hero in his own impossibly dramatic daydreams. If he was asked to polish the silver before dinner, it was not mere knives and forks he prepared but the swords and shields of some ancient army, the night before a historic battle. Were he ordered to fetch a bag of potatoes from the Steinberg’s farm, it was a fallen comrade who’d been critically wounded in battle that he hauled back through the streets. This morning however, he wondered, had he at last found himself in an adventure that existed not only in his mind? There were a few clues to suggest this might be the case. For one thing, it seemed as though his bedroom was no longer occupied by him alone, but rather, judging by the chattering he could hear all around, a great number of men, women and children. For another, it felt as though it were moving. He also had a pain in the back of his head, the origins of which he was unsure. Accepting he would need to employ the use of another sense to continue the investigation, he sat bolt upright and opened his eyes.
By Shane McDermott 3 years ago in Fiction
Angel's Assassins
Prologue The sentinels had been waiting at the edge of the system, monitoring and protecting the colony since the seeding. Forty thousand cycles they had waited, watching the initial deployment, the failure of technology, the fall to barbarism, and the climb from almost failure back to the beginnings of technology once again.
By Steven Parker3 years ago in Fiction
Point Of No Return
The disorientation was almost overwhelming. Someone was shaking him awake and he reacted with instincts only, punching and kicking, to get the threat away.
By Véronique Racine 3 years ago in Fiction
Say Goodbye To B9
PRESENT DAY. JANUARY 01, 2071. Hot simmering oven. That is exactly what it feels like to walk on the streets of Newbury, a town in Costashire, on a summer afternoon. There are no birds in the sky. The land is parched. Golden brown dust has swept over the town, that once used to be lush and green.
By Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse3 years ago in Fiction
The Hungry Ghost Express
Someone was shouting. “Tickets! Tickets! Show me your tickets!” My eyes snapped open, and I felt a hot rush of confusion and alarm. My head was resting uncomfortably against the back of a hard wooden seat. I sat up and saw that I was on a train that was rocketing through the darkness outside. A man in a business suit sat across the aisle from me reading a newspaper, as a conductor wearing an old-fashioned uniform strode toward us. I was bewildered to see the conductor pause at each bench and request a ticket even though most of them had no passengers.
By Brijit Reed3 years ago in Fiction
Car full of strangers
Tiffany wakes up confused. The last thing she remembers was going to bed in her apartment. Somehow she ended up on a train. She doesn’t know where she is going. She says to herself that she was probably sleepwalking again. She turns her head and sees a man sitting next to her. He looks familiar but she can’t remember where she saw him.
By Jc Martinez3 years ago in Fiction
A Knight in the Darkness will shine...
Theobald rode through the silent streets of Gunserick. A small city in Northern Campania. It was night, the moon shone high in the clear heavens casting the shadows back to lurk in the fringes of the streets. The light of the moon shone down and reflected off of Theobalds armour and that of his horse Dasmos, glinting like a lone star wandering the terrestrial night. A sword at his side and purpose in his face Theobald made directly for the cathedral in the Center of the city. It’s towers spiked high into the sky and the whole structure dominated the Center of Gunserick.
By Tomos Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
Become Your Time of Day
THE END OF DAYS — proclaimed the hand-drawn sign, in garish, reddish-outlined lettering — IS DRAWING NIGH. “Brother, you don’t know how right you are with that one,” a dapper man in his late twenties asserted to the hobo wielding the sign. He was the first person in several minutes to have engaged the unshaven man in direct conversation, for many of the other pedestrians either ignored him or smiled at the bold claim.
By Eric Wolf3 years ago in Fiction
Hidden And Wealthy, And, Ghastly And Dead
"Everyone died. Yet, all of us survived." - The Silver Cassowary, (qtd. 1847) The Silver Cassowary: The ground howled in agony, the floor flying from its place, drawing with the fire three hundred feet behind in the seconds it was present. A metal grated floor slid beneath my hands at a speed fast enough it scorched my fingers to melt beneath my weight. My fist flew forward, in instinct, seeking something to grasp. The pillar of air vanished between my knuckles. The back of a sharply ridged object met my back; the encounter snapped my neck back into broken rebar falling out over several sets of leather seats, sliced down to strips from the damage. A wind of synthetic air swept my face and chest, quickly followed by the fire that aroused me first. The floor rumbled violently, and I traveled across it from the sheer force of its motion—nearly thirty knots at the time. As I inhaled the smoke, I was hesitant to reach out in front of myself, that I would grasp a blade of flame and reduce my fingers to wax.
By Langley Häftling 3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles Chapter 8
The kneehole of the desk was quite cramped, barely able to accomodate Danny's 187 cm frame, but he didn't dare move a muscle. He covered his mouth with both hands, silently begging for the large intruder sitting just above his head to leave. To tell the truth, as terrified as he was for himself he worried more about the students; by his watch, it was after five a.m., which meant very soon the Academy would be waking up and starting the day with no knowledge that a madman with a gun had made his way onto campus. That part alone had Danny flummoxed. Brighton Academy had one of the most top-notch security systems in the country, not to mention a fleet of highly trained guards patrolling the grounds at all hours. How in the world then had a man as large as a bear waltzed past the guardhouse armed with a hunting rifle and not been noticed? Danny knew he had to take action to protect his students and colleagues, and he had to act sooner rather than later.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
The Space Train's Engineer
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So, when I awake to find I was aboard The Platinum Arrow, in fact engineering the thing according to the too-chipper voice of on-board navigation, my bellow of frustration goes unheard.
By C.D. Hoyle3 years ago in Fiction
Batch 54
"Somewhere, a butterfly flaps its wings, and across the oceans, a storm is formed." A train weaves through a remote valley, its track threading between two mountains. Six strangers were the only passengers; each slept soundly in their respective rooms. A college student, a teenage girl, a nurse, a mechanic, a drunk, and a housewife. Sam- the teenage girl, awoke first. She shot up in bed like a vampire from a coffin. Her eyes were hazy, and her limbs felt weighted. She was in a room nicer than she could ever afford. It looked like something out of a magazine from the checkout aisle of a grocery store. Complete with a sliding glass door and a flat-screen TV mounted on the white eggshell wall. She tried to remember how she got here, why, or where she was going.
By RJ3 years ago in Fiction