Adventure

Of Gods and Mystics
Jiro was a pleasant God. He was joyful, exuberant, playful. He loved to dance, dancing was very deeply rooted in his nature. Actually so were his other qualities, he was an intense being through and through.
By Marek4 years ago in Fiction
Who are you
Erica struggled in her sleep, tossing, and turning, as she waged a literal war in her brain, her dream came alive so vividly, but she was completely in control of the wicked masterpiece unfolding in her slumber. The killer in her first three dreams had turned into a talking barn owl that had much to say about how Erica was living her life. She was not doing anything wrong, per se, but she was not exactly excelling, either.
By Michele Montague Witte4 years ago in Fiction
The Wanderer's Lullaby
Part 1 - The Wanderer I remember the warm wind upon me as a child. It would sneak into my robes, run along my skin, and cool all the spaces that struggled to breathe against the radiating heat of the desert. For its gift, the wind had a cost, and would take my strength as its own for its long unending journey…
By N.J. Yan4 years ago in Fiction
In the Dark of Night
The courtyard was empty. Not a single light shone from the surrounding windows. The moon was the only source of illumination but was blocked periodically by the dark clouds above. Rurik shivered as he leaned against the wall of an apartment building, his hands deep in his pockets to keep them warm, and his head protected by a bedraggled ushanka he had found in an abandoned home.
By R.C4 years ago in Fiction
Traveler, Lost
A man walks on the side of the road. I’m not sure where to begin. I’m not sure where anything began. All I know is I have been traveling for as long as I can remember. I’ve never been tired. I’ve never been hungry. I haven’t even been that bored. I’ve seen most of the world and It’s beautiful.
By William Sander4 years ago in Fiction
That Lunar Demon
Scratch had heard stories of the demon as a child. As an adult he still heard them. They all did. The elders passed down the tales of their lost loved ones to the youngest of the tribe while those caught in the middle dealt with the truth of the matter as best they could.
By John Dodge4 years ago in Fiction
who saved who?
Riding down the long driveway, passing several trees, leaves blowing in the wind. Colorful flowers and high grass along the white picket fence. Horses running parallel with our truck as we pull into the roundabout looking up, I can't see the top of the house. I see my grandma and grandpa walking down the front porch with lemonade and whiskey in their hand. I'm allowed to have a glass of cold lemonade, but grandpa tells me the whiskey is for a special day. A special day? When the time comes, he says. Mom and dad grab their stuff as we begin to walk in the house. We open the screen door and the smell of grandma's cooking makes my stomach wake up as I throw my shoes off running into the kitchen, chasing the smell of banana muffins and wedding soup. I grab my stool and then grandma and I are standing above the stove. She opens the oven to heaven and I get stirring on the soup. Since it's the first day, the windows are wide open and the food is not the only thing we can smell and we all start laughing.
By The Modern Aristocrat4 years ago in Fiction
The Burning Of An Early Fall. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
I heard men arguing in the distance, their voices muffled by the violence of the weather. The year was late, and the snow was falling heavily. The night was black and cold; the moon and stars hid behind the clouds. I put another piece of wood on a small fire I had attempted to start. I got up and walked over to one of the covered wagons we were traveling with and rummaged through the various items stored in the back until I found the firewood. I grabbed four pieces, walked back to the glowing orange fire, and put them on. I put my hands closer to the heat hoping to warm them. Then, I heard screaming coming from where the men were arguing.
By Elijah Wells4 years ago in Fiction
A quest for a name
The winter moon has passed and the young warrior is set to face his trial to become a full warrior of his tribe. The old medicine man has prepared a guidence ritual for him, as the next day would be start of his journey to adulthood. The entire tribe had come for the ritual and to wish him well. He was excited, once he completed his trial he would earn his new name and take his place amongst his people.
By Christopher Beale 4 years ago in Fiction
The Angel-bird
A white flash in the dead night chill cut in front of her eyes like a sabre. A sharp, involuntary inhale pricked the young woman’s lungs, and a slowly released breath steadied the terrified thump in her chest. It was the ninth week she had been sleeping under the stars outside any semblance of village limits. She wrapped herself tightly in the dirt streaked bivy that kept the elements outside where they belonged. Or at least that’s what it used to do before making camp a few nights ago in a bramble-packed field. The next night’s rain greatly contributed to the sour mildew currently floating through her sinuses, but right now that stench was the only flimsy safety she could cling to.
By Troy Ozuna4 years ago in Fiction
Dust and Wings
The guilds were having an emergency meeting. Edith Picklethwaite, 10th Field Fairy of the Tooth collector guild had had her wings stolen. This placed the entire fairy empire in a precarious position. “Order, order,” cried Chancellor Maben of the Dust-maker guild, “we need to move quickly and we won’t get anywhere with all this gabbing about.”
By Gemma Hart4 years ago in Fiction
To Love an Owl. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
She looks like a walking marshmallow, or perhaps a movie starlet. The coat smells like wealth. She couldn’t tell you what wealth smells like, only that this is it. An ephemeral thing; when she tries to catch the words, they flicker away. But her body knows, like it knows the smell of snow.
By Erin Friederichs4 years ago in Fiction