Adventure
The Birth of Kraken Isles
The smell of smoked fish and incense filled the air for miles, despite how far inland the celebration was. People all around them hurried towards the festival, their backs carrying more seafood and presents. Unlike the other travelers though, August Tsunaria carried nothing on his back. Captain Wellington had forbid it. August felt uncomfortable about arriving on time for the closing meal and celebration, but not having any offerings for Otis. He wanted be spending the birthday he shared with a god by honoring that god, rather than confronting him, but Wellington was his boss, and he was only eighteen-well, nineteen now-but he was still not in a position to have any say in the matter.
By Dixie Kootz-Eades4 years ago in Fiction
On A Train Bound For Glory
A hand shook me, gently, and then with a little more force. I didn’t want to wake up. I was in paradise. I was with my wife who died from Covid 32 and my children that followed soon after in the 3rd Great War. The Earth was green again. We were in a state park having a picnic by a rushing waterfall. Thick streams of clear and white water gushed down from a height of almost 500 ft. plashing into a round pool big enough for everyone to swim.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Fiction
All the King's Horses
“Stop me if I haven't quite understood things.” The man on the other side of the low coffee table sat in a wooden chair whilst I laid neatly on a leather-bound couch. His pale, oval face pointed toward the notepad in his hands, the one he had been furiously jotting down information on for the last half hour or so while I spoke, but his eyes were fixed upon me like knives flung at a bullseye. My gaze followed the lazy spirals winding across the ceiling, but I knew the look all too well. It was the same look they all gave me after an 'event', the look that made them appear more like a disapproving teacher than a highly trained psychotherapist.
By Paul Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
The Endangered
The train walls just kept rattling. My head leaned against the train window, my eyes flickering from tree to passing tree. My slowing breath fogging up the window with each shaky exhale. I could hear my pulse thrumming rapidly in my ears. With my best efforts I pull a bored face hoping beyond all measure that I pull it off.
By Abigail Spring4 years ago in Fiction
Ryan Patterson Among the Best Authors to Read in 2022
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By Peter Wills4 years ago in Fiction
The Sting of the Scorpion
He was concealed in a dark shallow cave midway up the mountain between two great boulders that towered above him.... It was the only outcrop of solid rock on the long decaying western slope of the most strategic vantage point on the war torn frontier.
By Michael Duff4 years ago in Fiction
