Adventure

Why You Should Watch 'Firefly'
Through the years, there has been no shortage of great science fiction shows for our viewing pleasures. Titans like Star Trek and Doctor Who dominate the genre. Even Star Wars has shifted its focus to the episodic television structure in recent years. With that in mind I would like to draw your attention to a franchise that has gathered some dust since its debut in the early 2000s, Firefly. The love child of Joss Whedon, this series was untimely canceled before it got the chance to really get its footing. Do not let that fool you though. The show has a loyal fan base to this day, myself included, and it is not hard to see why. So let’s take a trip into the Verse of Firefly, and hopefully by the end I will have convinced you to give it a try.
By Culture Slate4 years ago in Fiction
Heroin
I took calming breaths to ease my annoyance as I walked through the empty hallway, looking for someone whose existence I'd very much rather ignore.
By Leila Rajab4 years ago in Fiction
"Mistress of the Rock" by Author Myron Edwards
Myron, Welcome to Kreative Circle! Your childhood traces back to England where you completed your academia prior to pursuing a career in the travel industry. What type of arts and literature were you introduced to while growing up?
By Kreative Circle (KreativeCircle.com)4 years ago in Fiction
Operation Lightning
Drake was nestled quietly between the fence line and a large blue recycling box, pondering how everything had gone to hell. He was surrounded, and the Bluto Brothers could smell him.
By Michael Cabajar 4 years ago in Fiction
Selvan and the Golden Pear
Selvan knew that he shouldn’t be here. He wasn’t allowed outside after dark without his parents but he was on a mission, a hero’s journey to save his mother.
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
Far Enough
BANG! BUMP! Suddenly, riotous noises from downstairs were repeatedly heard. “Oh my!” Anne, being interrupted from all her ramblings, tilted her head towards the door. Her eyebrows furrowed with concern. “What is all that ruckus about?”
By Gabriella Dawson4 years ago in Fiction
An Adventure Begins
Young, wild, and free. Since the beginning of time, the youth have dared to progress forward, act on impulses and leave logic with the elders who cherish their bond with Father Time that strengthens with each sunrise. Odd. The Adolescence are barely aware of his presence.
By Aullonzo Thomas 4 years ago in Fiction
The Power Of Painting in Year 3000: Season Finale
A shadowy deviant looks curiously upon frosted bliss. He’s been looking deep into the frozen pond for a minute there, I wonder… Is he checking himself out? It must be hard being a Cona Vight, with no real facial features or anything like that. How different is each Cona Vight?
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
A sea of gold
Xenia ran like a maniac without looking back for a second. She always knew this day would come eventually, but she never expected it would bring along the wrath of the furies.
By Praise Nnadi4 years ago in Fiction
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"Hey hey Debbie! Check this out!" I yanked my stick back as far as I could, my brown eyes staring down the open eggshell net and clear snowy plains of the pond. I hit the black puck with a hard thud as it went zipping across the ice like a bat out of hell. Debbie jumped out of the way, landing on her hip as the puck bounced against the net.
By shayna4 years ago in Fiction
Death Rides a Quarter Horse
The scorching sun wasn’t the only thing James was escaping as he sat with his back against a pear tree, his body leaking from two fresh holes. The first shot had gone clean through his right shoulder. The second musket ball had made a home somewhere in his torso. That was the one, James feared, that would do him in. His days, more likely hours, were numbered regardless. If it wasn't the blood loss, 'twould be the hangman sending James Evans, not yet 30, to the cold grave.
By Brendan McCarthy4 years ago in Fiction
Derek Quixote
Derek rarely left his house, he rarely did anything except play video games. He has loved video games his whole life, they have been the one constant source of joy for Derek. For some reason today was different.
By Matt Legg4 years ago in Fiction