Adventure
people who died with their own invention
Beyond the Thunderdome. When I was growing up, I always wanted to have a cool name. I even tried going by the name “Panther-Strike” for a while, but it didn’t really catch on. So when I heard about “Mad Mike Hughes,” I was a bit curious as to how the name came to be. You see, “Mad Mike” was once a limo driver, but now he moonlights as a “flat-earth conspiracy theorist” and “daredevil.” You know, he’s called “Mad” because he was “mad.”
By emmanuell israe2 years ago in Chapters
CHARLIE
CHARLES April 30, 2023 Well, I can tell you with certainty that this is not a dream. It has been roughly a week since I woke up and could not open my eyes, according to my calculations. Yesterday, I woke up and I was able to open my eyes. It was slow and they were a little sticky and at first only small slivers of light came in and I blinked a little bit and now I can tell you that my suspicions are confirmed. I am a dog. A very small dog, to be exact. I do not know how this happened but these are the facts, I am sure about that. I am surrounded at all times by other very small dogs, some of which have opened their eyes and stare at me with confusion- rightfully so- and others still have not. Somehow all of us seem to be able to find our way to the large dog that nurses us, but maybe she comes to us, so that we can eat. I understand this is our mother. The whimpering sounds make sense now, and it makes sense why I felt so small. Also, I have never been more perplexed in my life.
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Chapters
Nocturnal Human
Have you ever wondered what happens when it’s dark outside? Come with me as I unravel the fascinating mystery of sleepwalking and sleep-talking. Click now to dive into the world where ordinary things become extraordinary and the secrets of the night come alive! 🌙💤✨
By Ameer Bibi2 years ago in Chapters
The Canyon's Cry: Where Wind Meets Wail
Folks huddle closer, firelight dancing in their eyes. Tonight's story ain't for the faint of heart. It's a tale woven from starlight and screams, passed down through generations in our family: the legend of Whisperwind's Wailer. Now, some might scoff, call it a campfire yarn to spook the young'uns. But let me tell you, the wind in Whisperwind Canyon carries more than whispers.
By Nitish Kumar2 years ago in Chapters
"The Unforgettable School Picnic: A Journey Beyond Expectations"
In the heart of spring, the students of Pinegrove High buzzed with excitement. It was time for their annual school picnic, a day of adventure and camaraderie. The air hummed with anticipation as the buses lined up outside the school gates, ready to transport the eager students to their destination.
By Abdul Basit2 years ago in Chapters
Then Elven Book of Good and Evil
In the grim and shadowed annals of the elven lineage, a tale of deceit, despair, and desolation unfolded like a dark tapestry woven with threads of treachery and twisted ambition. Ravus, scion of the High House of Maplesong, a name resonating with the echoes of greed and vanity, orchestrated a macabre symphony of malevolence. His union with Melody, the cursed beauty of the House of Evergrace, bore no fruit but tragedy. A son emerged from her tortured womb, a child burdened not only by the legacy of his lineage but also by the weight of his own fate.
By Discoveryng Depths2 years ago in Chapters
The Archive: Part Four. Content Warning.
Ghosts whispered in the dark. No one truly knows how many people died in the Archive, but the number is higher than most people are willing to consider. Yet still lower than the worst fears of the newest apprentices. Since the earliest days of delving, men and women disappeared into the infinite black below Koldrum, leaving no trace of their journey aside from the rare find of a mess tin or an abandoned respirator.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Chapters
