Adventure
The Other Side Of Paradise.
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By Yovin Chevere5 years ago in Fiction
The Coming of The Crows
“Da, what are you doing with that knife?” She looked at her father with a mixture of alarm and fear as he closed the door to their apartment behind him. He closed his eyes briefly before glancing at her in panic. It wasn’t the reply she wanted, but it told her everything she needed to know.
By David McArthur5 years ago in Fiction
Berserkers
I watched the heart-shaped locket sway in front of my face. As though it was trying to put me in a trance. I remember when he gave it to me, a way to profess his love and yearning for me. That was 3 years ago, and I miss his smile. I quickly shoved the locket back in my pocket.
By Graceanne Sanders5 years ago in Fiction
From One to All
6.22.30 All this time, I’ve been preaching that your inner world reflects in your external circumstances and it seems that our inner worlds have collided all too much. This image that I see is empty and barren of any trace of love; just like the heart sitting around my neck. In fact, I look at this heart and wonder if it ever contained anything at all or if I have simply fallen for the image and wrapped my energetic cords around the neck of what I thought I was looking for. We all thought we were onto something great. If only we had held out a few more hours… seconds even- perhaps there would still be something left to look at. I can see the ways in which my inner landscape still exists; in the light peering into my tent through the tear above the zipper door, in the spices used to make my sardine and bean tacos taste like they’re meant to be enjoyed, even in the hours of hiking through the forest to get back to what used to be civilization. Here at my portable home and on the long walks, I find myself entirely at ease with the trees constantly teaching me how to remain grounded and peaceful amidst any storm. I breathe with them and recognize the wisdom lying in the infinite space between their leaves.
By Reign Laenen5 years ago in Fiction
The Biggening
Early on, there was some speculation as to what had caused The Shrink. Or the Biggening, as some of the folk had come to call it (who said so with the grin of someone trying desperately to be clever in the face of something horrifying). Some said it was an alien assault. Others declared it was a government experiment gone wrong. One group had decided it was God’s divine practical joke.
By Ethan J Bearden5 years ago in Fiction
Gertrude
Once upon a time there lived a young warrior named Gertrude. Her friends and family called her Trudy and they all lived in the kingdom of Salvonia. Gertrude was not a princess, but she was the grandniece of the king, who took a special interest in her after her father’s death in battle against the Journes. King Mallory saw to it that his favorite niece received the best training from the finest warriors in the kingdom including the Salvonian captain of the royal guard, commander Trangg. From the time that Trudy was a little girl, she knew that her chances of being a real princess were unlikely and that such a distinction was for her more attractive and fragile cousins. Alternatively, she decided to excel in the ways of the warrior and perfect her fighting skills with weapons and hand-to hand combat. She had trained to use swords, daggers, and even large battle axes but her true passion was for the most glorious weapon she had ever seen - the morningstar. This tool of destruction had a handle attached to a chain, which was linked to a heavy spiked ball. The chain could be removed to convert the weapon into a mace if needed. Her late father had desired for her to wield a spear as he did, but there was something about the morningstar that captivated Gertrude. It was more difficult to use than a sword or spear, but trained day and night for months after she reached age 18. By the age of 20, she was a skilled warrior, but because of her nobility status and her gender, she was always protected from actual combat with the Journe forces.
By Steven Allen5 years ago in Fiction
A Walk in the Sun
The sun had not fully awoken the world making it the ideal time for Lachlan to slip out. He had done all his chores early. Despite this being his only official day off, the foreman would likely still be enraged at his absence. It was worth the risk for today he was seeing his siblings.
By James U Repstock5 years ago in Fiction
The Worst
It was the worst summer’s day she had ever experienced. Not because of the heat, although that was not helping the situation at all, and not because it was her 30th birthday - it was because her favourite t-shirt was ruined. With oil. That crap is impossible to clean.
By Julian Rosso5 years ago in Fiction
My Protectors
Our home was once filled with laughter. There were great skies filled with clouds, butterflies and happinesses. The children played in the grass and washed their hands in the flowing river. The dogs barked and the birds chirped all in perfect harmony. Our houses where consumed with the smell of freshly baked cookies. The jacaranda trees blew in the breeze, the flowers dispersing like purple rain falling from the heavens.
By Christine Balks5 years ago in Fiction
Rise of the Gargoyle
Fury. Cold dark fury shook Xanthe to the core; uncontrollable tremors had her falling to her knees, sharp rocks and broken bits of rubbish cutting her skin. She clenched her teeth in frustration and agony as muscles in her back felt like they were being torn asunder.
By Kerri Campbell5 years ago in Fiction
