Adventure
The Great Bike Race
1998 UCI Championships Melbourne, Australia “Wow that was some race. One for the History books. The first ever female champion of the UCI World BMX Championships and now we’ve got her right here with our own Brent Dingle. “Brent take it away.”
By The Invisible Writer4 years ago in Fiction
Separate Worlds
Fires raged in every direction, buildings that had still managed to survive on there foundations crumbled here and there finally succumbing to the destruction, unfortunate souls that had not been blessed to go right away laid on the streets crying from the pain they were experiencing; some were burnt so thoroughly it was hard to tell whether they were male or female, other bodies were contorted in such unimaginable positions that if anyone had been around to see they would have wondered for a brief second why the poor souls didn’t put themselves out their misery and then without second thought putting the poor souls out there misery, and why still others had lost so much blood from the extensive wounds they had occurred they laid on the ground rambling stuck between a state of life and death.
By Kimmie Hite4 years ago in Fiction
The Longest Night
Eastauf crouched in the shadow of a chimney, staring at the towering wall. The sun was almost set, and the only light was a glimmer of deep purple behind the Castle of the Order. Both the Castle and the Imperial Palace faced each other from opposite sides of the city. Like two warriors that were about to do battle. Nothing stood between them, except for the homes of the minor nobility. She had to find a way into the palace without any of the guards seeing, but she couldn't see any. She could only see the polished helms of the guards on the parapet glowing in the twilight.
By Glenn Whitlock4 years ago in Fiction
The Obsidian Prince
Tragedies strike the land of Crete. Hundreds cut down by the sword. Not by an army or any battle known. The morning cries of those weeping over the dead. The wailing was louder than the rooster crowing. Another city... Agios was decimated. The city was in ruins, but not by an military invasion. A survivor bore witness to the atrocity; "He cut through our defenses- destroying all in his path. The apocalypse has come and the fury of the gods is upon us! He fought with the strength of ten thousand... bellowing out a war cry... "I am "Fierce!" sweeping through the east region. The populous grew in terror. They pressed the gates of Grecian, the king of Crete, begging for him to bring the suffering to an end. They cried for their champion...
By Tamron Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures Of Cyruss Skull
As it was written, the portents of his birth were witnessed across The Nine Great Galaxies. The Galpharidon returned to the rim of The Golden Galaxy after millennia in the void, in the farthest reaches of The Red Galaxy, above a planet named Voriancor, The Rangers Of The Star Elan stood against a fleet of United Intergalactic Consortium and decimated them, despite being vastly outnumbered, The Skellerites vanished from Galaxy Fractum and the ancient Mass Relays of The Courzai were discovered scattered throughout The Nine and beyond. Immediately after news of these portents had been disseminated, the believers, and a few nonbelievers, began their search for the being described only as “The Boy”.
By Carl Carter4 years ago in Fiction
When I Saved that Cockroaches’ Life
When I saved that Cockroaches’ Life It was one of those dark rainy summer nights you know? When you’re 5 years old and everyone in the house goes to sleep but you. The rain. It wasn’t soothing or chaotic as rain normally is…. It was just helping me think.
By Joshua smith Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Video Game Paradise
I died last night and woke up into what I believe is to be called a video game paradise. This paradise is a gamer’s heaven and I for one am amused to be here. I discretely remember falling asleep in my lovers arms and ended up dreaming so vividly that it shook my sensations and awoke my awareness and I consciously made note that I’m now living in a video game.
By Keanna Barry 4 years ago in Fiction
Follow the Leader
Follow the Leader One by One Why leave the suburbs of Dallas for the boonies in Ithaca? Did they just close their eyes and point to anywhere on a map to make that decision? The days spent moving across the country go by in a haze. They are interchangeable between me driving, my sister Audrey driving, and the endless changing of Alex’s diapers. We’re the chaser car behind Audrey’s husband Joe. He’s in charge of navigating the U-Haul full of their life’s belongings. We are here in case he breaks down. It is impossible to keep straight which state we are in anymore. The only consolation at the end of the daily ten-hour ride will be the hotels my sister picks. She insists there be a pool each night where we can stretch out on lounge chairs and put the day behind us.
By SANDRA GRENIER4 years ago in Fiction
The Tree of Clouds
A flock of airships littered the sky over the enrapturing world of Mitris. Each ship was more ornate than the other, some with gilded glistening gold, stretching from bow to stern. Others with ebony wood, adorning their mast with silk sails. Though not every ship was powered by the wind, all ships did use a large pearl-like signal stone at their core. Once powered by steam, these pearl stones could lift the heaviest objects in flight with no effort.
By Trei Feske4 years ago in Fiction
Tripword Bound
The trip of a lifetime presented itself to Paul. And he could not wait for it to come. Nineteen days to pure bliss. What was he going to do with himself until then? He would not let anything come between that date and the end of the world. He had not seen Polly in ages and he was going to have fun on this trip. Paul had a feeling that she felt the same way about it. He was not sure, but he could tell that this might be dangerous in it's own way. But let bygones be bygones. And the past be past. Although the future will be foretold.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴄᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇʟᴛꜱ:
The coldness of that winter had been heavier than others. Intricate crystal sculptures crafted by the hands of the wild goddess seemed to jut up from every corner within the cavernous void that the silvery-fleshed woman strode. Lengthy tresses hung in her wake, seemingly floating upon the air as if they were living entities of their own simply following the lead of her forward motion. Having been called to this place for a meeting with the one called Queen, Icy recognized that times were changing and the season of heat and return of the sun would come in no short timing. The clack of her heels upon the stones resonated to create a rhythmic echo as she made way further down the hall. In passing, one of the slave girls' glances met with hers and Isyila felt a surge of annoyance flowing through her veins. Why Queen Jonquil had not yet done away with the practice of keeping the slaves had placed a rather horrid taste in Icy's mouth. But, she had a purpose to fulfill and as the slave passed her, she considered that mistreating her due her placement in the house was distasteful. Icy, as her name denoted, rather enjoyed the solidity of her own serious state and never found any excuse for leisure behavior as obligation and advising had been the primary objectives for the adviser.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
