Adventure

God is Dead
*When I wrote this story in word, it had 3985 words. For some reason, the word counter on the site seems to display this incorrectly.
By e 44 years ago in Fiction
A Trip To Hawaii
I finally made it here to the most beautiful beach on Hawaii. The sound of the waves, the sun beaming onto my skin, the music coming from the other side of the island, it was all so perfect. It was exactly how I imagined it. I knew exactly what I had to do, what we had planned to do initially. I pull out my intended schedule that had not just me, but three other people on the itinerary. It was supposed to be my mother, father, sister and I. I lost them to a fatal car accident a couple months ago, and I was going to cancel the trip. All I could think about is how excited they were, excited to swim with the dolphins, dance with the island people around the fire, and just embrace their culture, but they couldn't even be here to enjoy it. I know it sounds selfish, but they are the reason I came, I did this for them. I am going to live out each and every one of their dreams, do everything they wanted to do, live for them if you will.
By Maria D4 years ago in Fiction
Desert Stars
The flames from the fire shyly reached up towards the stars in the sky, flickering away before any contact could be made. The stars always caught Misae's eyes; there were so many. Moving out to the developing planet of Topho had broadened the young mail carrier's horizons, beyond the smoggy skies on Earth, to a clear, unpolluted glance into a spacious black ocean sprinkled with blue flecks of glittering luminescence.
By Adeleine Grubb4 years ago in Fiction
Gemini Project
Prologue Picking myself up from the rubble, I cough through the dust. The amount of destruction the battle has made is undeniably the worst, even when we combine every battle in the past year. The limbs sticking out from under cement blocks make me gag. This could have been prevented, I could have prevented it. This is my fault, but I can’t dwell on this right now. I must find him; I say to myself as I keep looking everywhere. I need to because I can’t survive without him. He’s the other part of my soul, he’s my heart and I wouldn’t be here without him. Spotting a trail of blood on the ground, I follow it to the edge of the crumbled building site. Dread fills me and my heart pounds faster with each step I take. The trail stops to the biggest blood puddle I’ve ever seen, tire tracks visible at its side. Nobody can survive that much blood loss, not even me.
By E4 years ago in Fiction
Witness Etiquette
“And I’ll have a Bloody Mary jug too, thanks.” Demi gulps the spicy elixir, trying to lose thought altogether. Sucking on the celery swizzle stick, her stomach, still tickled with gurgling stirring emotion, is refusing her breakfast special. Moving onto the next bar on this inner-city funfair row, is just logical.
By Shayley Blair4 years ago in Fiction
Victory
My journey begins here in Taya,small town with population of about 2000 people.Far away from the big city light's and noise and busy traffic and hustle and bustle.I wouldn't have it any other way.
By Terry Ithier4 years ago in Fiction
A Journey of Faith
When I ended my call with Jane, I was angry and so frustrated I didn’t know what to do with myself. Jane was a very dear friend but unfortunately for me, a hopeless romantic. She just couldn’t understand why I was so mad at her for setting me up on a blind date.
By Margaret Flood4 years ago in Fiction
Shark Tale
Daylight trickled in over John’s face, gently prying open his eyes. He kind of wished the window had a roller shade to block out all the light; but today, being woken up didn’t bother him, because he couldn’t wait to get up. The exhilaration of being on vacation almost made him jump out of bed.
By Alan Matkovic4 years ago in Fiction
One More
“Nii-san. They’re here.” Ayami panted from sprinting up the sloping path while I remained bowed before our parents’ graves a moment longer, praying for their protection and guidance. A wisp of incense rose from the glowing stick atop the white stone.
By Dillon R Morgan4 years ago in Fiction
I Pinky Promise
New Student From the moment he walked into the fifth period, my eyes were forever locked. His golden-blonde hair shimmered in the light that was shining through the window. His eyes were sparkling blue and they could swallow you whole.
By Chandi Peardon4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000 Part 12
"TRICK OR TREAT AND SMELL MY FEET!! YOU JACK FULL OF CRAP O' LANTERNS," Belcheezious maniacally yelled out. "Oh, put a sock in it Old Cheese-butt," one troll yelled out.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000 Part 11
“Okay human, you’ve shown me that you got what it takes to fight this disaster head-on. I see that these stone shards are helping your party inflict damage. If you let me borrow your heart-shaped locket with the shard in it, I can assist you. Besides, I really don’t care for these Cona Vights. This monstrosity will disrupt the balance in my lake,” the water-nymph said.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction