Adventure
The Chosen Merman
The ocean is a mysterious war zone with many creatures, in particular mermaids and sharks. They live in the same depths of the ocean, co-existing for the same purpose to relinquish the travesties that humans have poured onto them as evil creatures. But what is the most devastating part about living in this place is the constant killing of my friends. My name is Benjamin and I’m a merman. We are extremely careful of our existence, when the savior came, he called for a war against human nature. He isn’t what people hope him to be, he was a prophet trying to change the world and program it to believe that we are here to live for one purpose. When the greatest purpose of all is infinite, we live for ourselves. We live to live. Then we die and go to other places to experience more. That is what my people believed and before Christ that is how the world was. He was scared that we wouldn’t obey the commandments of the world and trapped many into believing we must live a certain way in order to go into the heavens, an afterlife that goes on forever. But our society knew the truth. We learned this truth from the way we understand our oceans to be, infinite. Always evolving, always existing, always living. The oldest creatures that live in the ocean are called sharks, they eat anything that betrays them, and perhaps they eat fish that are going to die. They existed long before the “savior” came to be. Now, they have become soulless living in fear that the humans have programmed to be. Sharks also have minds, fears, and can be loving creatures. However, they have formed a war with the humans, and they are trying to get us to do the same. They are killing the oceans and our eco system that nourishes us and allows us to live. When the humans started to eat our food, that exist deep in the oceans, they also started taking our creatures from dolphins to whales and so on. We have been lucky enough to hide in the very deep of the oceans heart to protect us, however it’s become so toxic we are dying. We believe that human’s carelessness for our salvation comes from fear that became to be by the “savior” who told them to kill us and flourish. We weren’t beautiful enough for him and we didn’t listen to what he had to say, because of our own beliefs. Yet, If I can somehow turn my fins into feet and blend in with the people as they mistake me for a human, I’ll be set. I’ve lived with the sharks as my allies for so long now, I’m 200 years old. They don’t eat us because we hunt soulless sharks and take them down. Although, I have met sharks with souls believe it or not also live in the depths of the heart of the ocean. It is now my duty to reconcile these two worlds and understand the need to punish each other. The witch that lives in the sea has said to be able to turn mermen into humans with a special spell. I must talk to the sharks who travel the ocean far and away to know where she lives. As I gather my belongings, I hear a boat go by, that’s what the humans call it. They must be planning another shark attack, I must follow. The ocean is enormous and filled with wondrous creatures that I get to call home. As I swim nearby the boat, I must be careful not to get caught. If the humans know of our existence, they will infiltrate us. The coral reef is exuberating and the many fish that live there are surprised to see me.
By Cerina Galvan5 years ago in Fiction
Chicks dig pirates
“Batten down the hatches, men! If this storm wants this ship, she can pry it out of me cold dead hands!” Captain Hawk Blackburn shouted as the waves crashed against his ship, The Black Rose. The Black Rose was the most daunting ship on the seven seas. She had deep maroon sails, her black and gold trim standing out against the blue of the sea.
By Bethani Sparvel5 years ago in Fiction
The Woman in the Diner
Mike was on his third cup of coffee and four chapters into his book when the woman walked into the diner. She wasn’t hard to spot; as it was a little after eleven, it was too late for breakfast, but not quite early enough for the lunch rush. This particular woman would’ve drawn eyes regardless of the crowd. She looked to be in her mid-to-late twenties, thin, long blonde hair, wearing nothing but a short blue dress underneath her coat. Most of the men in the diner were transfixed from the moment she walked in. Not Mike, though. He had been waiting for this particular woman all morning, but now that she had arrived, he steadfastly avoided even a glance in her direction.
By Thomas Kennedy5 years ago in Fiction
Of Blades and Strikes
Sunlight glinted off the blades of the pair of swords moving strategically through the air as they maneuvered past the window of the ancient temple. Metal clashed with metal. One combatant lurched forward while the other stepped aside and deflected the sword thrust toward the middle of his chest. She had nearly hit her mark. It was an epic battle between two expert sword handlers who had spent decades studying the arts and honing their skills. A master and her former pupil, anxious to demonstrate his mettle, crossed swords with more than pride at stake.
By Thomas Durbin5 years ago in Fiction
Molly and the Cake
Flour was floating in the air as it slowly drifted to the counter as Molly ran around frantically accidentally hitting the flour bag and sending it flying while she tried to locate the supplies she needed for her baking. "Why do I even bother", she said to herself as she slipped on the flour on the floor. Both legs came flying out from underneath her and she landed hard on her back and hit her head on the floor knocking her out. Rick came flying through the double doors and noticed Molly lying on the floor, "Call 911, and hurry', he said as he knelt down beside her.
By K.C. Keats5 years ago in Fiction
