Adventure
Lonely Pirate
For miles ahead the landscape is pitch dark. This darkness is a mockery of night time, where the moon creates a spotlight and the stars can dance. But light is completely voided here. Things here are blocked off of the most reliable feature a person assumes they can have, vision. There is no difference between closing my eyes or opening them, but for some reason I feel safer keeping them open. When your vision is restricted it gives your mind room to paint in what it wants, that's when fear and dreams wonder about most vividly.
By Leila Abbas4 years ago in Fiction
Fairies Wear Boots
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By Jamey O'Donnell4 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light
Green Light By Sekou Gaidi Angelique, the tiny brown goddess, sat behind the wheel of her black Cadillac and tapped her fingers. She was impatient with the laws of men on a good day, and as far as she was concerned, she wouldn’t go out of her way to kill any mortals. She supposed she could be decapitated as much as any other driver could, but her glass was bulletproof.
By Sekou Gaidi4 years ago in Fiction
Green Is For Go
Captain Kellaway toggled the joystick, and on the other side of the bulkhead, the camera tracked slowly from the ship's bow to the stern. There were no people visible on deck and no lights other than the vessel's own. Some waves were topped with white foam that the camera picked up, but there was mainly little to see at sea. It was four hours since the attempted hijack and kidnapping.
By Andy Killoran4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Three: At The Edge Of The Forest
CHAPTER 3: Young Kira “Kira! Kendra’s hands lay resting on her hips while she impatiently called to her 13-year-old daughter. “One more time and don’t forget to breath before you release the arrow!” She flounced her hands in the air with frustration. “Again! Concentrate child!”
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of the Pear Tree
A wave of nausea flooded my stomach and radiated through the rest of my body like an atomic explosion. I made a desperate grab for my canteen as my horse and I traveled across the dry landscape of “Valle Seco”, The Dry Valley. The water was warm, but it was better than not drinking at all. I shook my head and quietly kicked myself for not hydrating enough in preparation for this trip. I of all people, should know better.
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA4 years ago in Fiction
So I Was Probably a French Fugitive- Part 3 and Part 4
I cannot stress the importance of not only your passport but quick maths. The Importance of knowing what’s going on linguistically and mathematically probably will save your ass. No matter the language, you should always know when you have to run or when you have to stay put.
By Kevin Martin4 years ago in Fiction
SOG
“Go to bed Sheena!” Nicole yelled from the bathroom. Nicole hated sharing a room with her little sister, who was 6 years younger than her. Sheena always wanted to play when Nicole wanted to sleep. Nicole could never understand why Sheena did not have her own room. Never mind her own room, just her own bed. The sisters shared a Queen-sized bed.
By LATANYA N CHATFIELD4 years ago in Fiction
The Museum Raider
This started thanks to a Tumblr prompt requesting a kind of "reverse Indiana Jones" action movie, where the protagonist steals sacred cultural artefacts from museums and returns them to the original owners. (Preferred casting for the lead: Lupita Nyong'0)
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction
