Adventure
The Adventures Of Cyruss Skull
As it was written, the portents of his birth were witnessed across The Nine Great Galaxies. The Galpharidon returned to the rim of The Golden Galaxy after millennia in the void, in the farthest reaches of The Red Galaxy, above a planet named Voriancor, The Rangers Of The Star Elan stood against a fleet of United Intergalactic Consortium and decimated them, despite being vastly outnumbered, The Skellerites vanished from Galaxy Fractum and the ancient Mass Relays of The Courzai were discovered scattered throughout The Nine and beyond. Immediately after news of these portents had been disseminated, the believers, and a few nonbelievers, began their search for the being described only as “The Boy”.
By Carl Carter4 years ago in Fiction
When I Saved that Cockroaches’ Life
When I saved that Cockroaches’ Life It was one of those dark rainy summer nights you know? When you’re 5 years old and everyone in the house goes to sleep but you. The rain. It wasn’t soothing or chaotic as rain normally is…. It was just helping me think.
By Joshua smith Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Video Game Paradise
I died last night and woke up into what I believe is to be called a video game paradise. This paradise is a gamer’s heaven and I for one am amused to be here. I discretely remember falling asleep in my lovers arms and ended up dreaming so vividly that it shook my sensations and awoke my awareness and I consciously made note that I’m now living in a video game.
By Keanna Barry 4 years ago in Fiction
Follow the Leader
Follow the Leader One by One Why leave the suburbs of Dallas for the boonies in Ithaca? Did they just close their eyes and point to anywhere on a map to make that decision? The days spent moving across the country go by in a haze. They are interchangeable between me driving, my sister Audrey driving, and the endless changing of Alex’s diapers. We’re the chaser car behind Audrey’s husband Joe. He’s in charge of navigating the U-Haul full of their life’s belongings. We are here in case he breaks down. It is impossible to keep straight which state we are in anymore. The only consolation at the end of the daily ten-hour ride will be the hotels my sister picks. She insists there be a pool each night where we can stretch out on lounge chairs and put the day behind us.
By SANDRA GRENIER4 years ago in Fiction
The Tree of Clouds
A flock of airships littered the sky over the enrapturing world of Mitris. Each ship was more ornate than the other, some with gilded glistening gold, stretching from bow to stern. Others with ebony wood, adorning their mast with silk sails. Though not every ship was powered by the wind, all ships did use a large pearl-like signal stone at their core. Once powered by steam, these pearl stones could lift the heaviest objects in flight with no effort.
By Trei Feske4 years ago in Fiction
Tripword Bound
The trip of a lifetime presented itself to Paul. And he could not wait for it to come. Nineteen days to pure bliss. What was he going to do with himself until then? He would not let anything come between that date and the end of the world. He had not seen Polly in ages and he was going to have fun on this trip. Paul had a feeling that she felt the same way about it. He was not sure, but he could tell that this might be dangerous in it's own way. But let bygones be bygones. And the past be past. Although the future will be foretold.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴄᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇʟᴛꜱ:
The coldness of that winter had been heavier than others. Intricate crystal sculptures crafted by the hands of the wild goddess seemed to jut up from every corner within the cavernous void that the silvery-fleshed woman strode. Lengthy tresses hung in her wake, seemingly floating upon the air as if they were living entities of their own simply following the lead of her forward motion. Having been called to this place for a meeting with the one called Queen, Icy recognized that times were changing and the season of heat and return of the sun would come in no short timing. The clack of her heels upon the stones resonated to create a rhythmic echo as she made way further down the hall. In passing, one of the slave girls' glances met with hers and Isyila felt a surge of annoyance flowing through her veins. Why Queen Jonquil had not yet done away with the practice of keeping the slaves had placed a rather horrid taste in Icy's mouth. But, she had a purpose to fulfill and as the slave passed her, she considered that mistreating her due her placement in the house was distasteful. Icy, as her name denoted, rather enjoyed the solidity of her own serious state and never found any excuse for leisure behavior as obligation and advising had been the primary objectives for the adviser.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Grand Liege
The Grand Liege By: Sara Wisniewski T’was the morning of November the 13th. Bright, groggy, stiffened, ached and weakened, I had woken up. Sleeping through a majority of planned time, I had come to realize that my funds (that were normally accountable) were despicably blocked from usage. I wasn’t going to make it to the gym. I ate and made myself a smoothie with 5 ingredients- cacao, vanilla, caramel drizzle, and brown sugar. I told myself, “a refused bus fare won’t stop me”. So I planned on traveling with my feet. “It will be fun,” I insisted quietly. “Besides, not everyday is autotroph like this”, I whispered. I don’t get this many chances to spend time outside. Thinking over to myself that working 5 times a week these days... is hard enough. Self-therapy was my implication, destination and re-solution. The new year was coming up and I figured, why not focus on my inner psychotherapy needs?
By Sara Wisniewski4 years ago in Fiction
The Real Challenge
“Never be sorry for how you feel, it’s like being sorry for being real.” Lil Wayne. He was a joker, Mr. DelReal. He toked and drove us through the curvy tilts and turns towards the festival called “Resonance”. The drive drove us coo coo kachoo like a train that never stopped. Delving into deeper thoughts as the evening rolled in, we began to approach the destination.
By Kayfly hanagan4 years ago in Fiction
Wind of the Highlands
Rhys Rhys strode silently across the grass, dark grey eyes rolling across the vibrant rolling and rich green hills. It was a moment of sweet respite that he dare not miss. Not the cold or even the grey landscape seemed shrouded in a cloud of thick, swirling mist that seemed to render everything entirely invisible could keep him from it. He snorted slightly, drawing his hand upward as he scratched at his chin. He was the third chieftain of Clan MacKinnon, but he knew well enough the rumors that ran their lands. Indeed, his clan was none to be trifled with, Clan MacKinnon was infamous for being one of the strongest clans in the upper highlands. But, these things were only the surface of Rhys' importance. Indeed, the man was well on his way to becoming one of the most feared chieftains this side of the Hebrides,
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
