Adventure
A new type of Training
The sounds of clacking against the tracks was soothing, even though the rocking motion was sickening. As I stretched out the upholstered seat rubbed my cheek and I hummed appreciatively, it was so soft to the touch. I hadn’t felt anything this soft in a while since I was always at…. SCHOOL?! My eyes flew open and stung painfully at the overload of bright lights and colors. I should be sleeping in my dorm room right now… So how am I on a train?
By Crystal Ayers3 years ago in Fiction
Derailed
The loud shriek of a horn pierced my brain and rattled me awake. I was having such an amazing dream when this happened, but as I awoke, the memory of that dream completely eluded me. Frustrated about this and coming to, a second loud shriek went straight to my nervous system like a bolt of lightning, engaging me as I groggily sat up like a dysfunctional marionette.
By A.R. Blackwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Funny Thing About Memory
Light flashed over my bleary eyes, jarring me awake. I winced away from the source, feeling disoriented. There was a strange vibration underneath me, but I was unable to place what it was. My skull throbbed with pain, making it hard to think clearly. Great skies, my head hurt. And my wrists. And my right thigh. Actually, I pretty much hurt all over. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust to the bright light.
By Victoria Moran3 years ago in Fiction
Tracks to the Past
Nicholas went to bed shortly after midnight. It was his usual time — his friends would sign off from World of Warcraft after nightly raids. Most of them worked in the morning, and Nicholas did not. He reluctantly moved back in with his parents after realizing the history degree he acquired was specific to a job he no longer wanted. It was not that he did not love history, because he did; Nicholas tried working as a teacher's assistant for a while but quit after only a short stint. Still, Nicholas felt the students he encountered did not appreciate history as much as he did. He was shocked that students had never heard of the Punic Wars, the Norman Conquest, or stuff he considered mainstream history. Who does not get excited about the rise of Alexander the Great? All kids these days care about is Tik-Tok and going viral. Nicholas was young but considered himself an old soul.
By Jeffrey Sparks3 years ago in Fiction
The Crawling Smoke
Through endless shafts of darkness flickered a green beam of light. It was cloaked in a mist thicker than a filthy pond. Bars enclosed the narrow windows in the roof, obstructing the view and allowing the night’s icy breath to spew frost down into the dark, rambling chamber. Cages crouched in the shadows, streaked with inky, black fluid that refused to dry in the saturated air. It left the floor cold and wet. Plus it reeked of the prisoner’s nerves that had erupted from their lurching stomaches onto the rust-covered plates.
By Charlotte Allen3 years ago in Fiction
