Adventure

Solving the Mystery . Runner-Up in Instructions Included Challenge.
For every mystery explained, the walls of reality shift as though pretending to be solid —Lance Petersen *** Welcome to a comprehensive look into the world of plotting, suspense and justice. Plus, a few tricks of the trade. The purpose of this guide is to help anyone, and everyone who is intrigued by the ever-present mystery.
By Lamar Wiggins30 days ago in Fiction
A Practical Manual for Accountability. Winner in Instructions Included Challenge.
This manual exists because something already went wrong. If you are reading this, it is likely because You caused harm and tried to minimize it.
By Cadmaabout a month ago in Fiction
~ Dear Cousin Shee!~
07/07/0000 Dear Cousin Shee, Thank-you for sending us our first ever tree house letter. It was such a wonderful surprise to see an envelope in our tree-house mail box! It was indeed great to learn our hope was true that there is a post officer here at after all.
By Jennifer Cooleyabout a month ago in Fiction
Shimmering with golden light
As the dragon slept, Jason climbed the tree and snatched the ram skin from the branch. Shielding his eyes from the blinding glow, he quickly descended, the golden radiance illuminating the dark grove like a rising sun.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a month ago in Fiction
Myrmidian Murmurs
“Put those down. You won’t need them on this assignment.” I swear, if one more person, place, or thing, told me that my new plans for streamlining the mining operations weren’t necessary, I was going to scream with frustration.
By Meredith Harmonabout a month ago in Fiction
Louii And The Dog
One Afternoon, While Walking Through The Park… Louii Found A Little Dog. The Dog Was Roaming Around Without A Home… Louii Offered The Dog A Bone,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about a month ago in Fiction
Wounded enemy
The Deadly Snake That Wasn’t By: Zargham Raja It was a summer evening, around 7:30 PM, and darkness was slowly settling in. I had been driving for nearly three hours, with another nine to go on my long journey. I parked my car by the roadside to take a short break, stepped out, and sipped some water. The wind rustled through the dense trees lining the road, their branches swaying wildly in the evening breeze. Everything seemed calm—and then my eyes fell upon something that froze me in place.
By Sudais Zakwanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Dryads are Calling. Top Story - January 2026.
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooperabout a month ago in Fiction
What, WHAT?!
"Eiiiiiiiii, urgh, every time I wake up it feels more like rigor mortis has set in with the sun." "Kcaaaaa......you have been saying that since the sun BEGAN rising, Mordecai! "
By Alicia Anspaughabout a month ago in Fiction
How to Fuck Around
So, you’ve been invited to a party. You are excited to go, right? What? You aren’t excited or aren’t going? You remember the last party you went to and it was a total awkward disaster? Oh, boy, you’re right, you probably just shouldn’t go. What’s that? But you really want to go, but you’ll need some advice on how to interact with peers, socialize, and basically, you know…
By Amos Gladeabout a month ago in Fiction
THE MOTH
Hapley was one of the most celebrated entomologists of his time, famous for his discoveries and infamous for his bitter feud with Professor Pawkins. Their rivalry had lasted for decades and had grown from an academic disagreement into a personal war. It began when Pawkins dismissed a species Hapley had named, and from that moment onward, the two men attacked each other relentlessly in papers, meetings, and public lectures. Their quarrel became legendary within scientific circles, stirring passions as fierce as any religious dispute.
By Faisal Khanabout a month ago in Fiction
Drawing Back the Lines of Life
The first time Elias heard the phrase drawing back, it was not spoken aloud. It appeared instead in the slow movement of his own hands, hovering above a blank sheet of paper, uncertain whether to move forward or retreat. He was a draftsman by trade, a quiet observer by nature, and for most of his life he believed that progress meant only one thing: pushing ahead, adding lines, filling spaces, refusing to erase. Drawing back felt like failure. Like fear.
By Farhadabout a month ago in Fiction