Adventure
Don't Tell Me Twice: Chapter Nine
Buck sat in her hotel room, watching television. She had a long day recording and her nerves were completely shot after meeting the newest member of their band. Buck had been hopeful. She had trusted Spike and Jemma to make a good choice, but hiring Ziggy seemed like a mistake. The other woman was cocky and disrespectful. It seemed like all that Ziggy wanted to do was step on Buck’s feet, and Buck hated that the other band members thought so well of the other woman.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 years ago in Fiction
The black book of doom
The day Sheree was set to move out of her mother's apartment. It was raining so hard and fast that she was soaked before she reached the jeep as soon as Sheree walked outside. Sheree had just a few boxes left to load into her jeep. So she decided to wait till the rain slowed down.
By Laura mclean4 years ago in Fiction
The Volcano's Heart
48 hidden weapons. Insanely powerful and gifted to the planet K'Torah by someone unknown. Other planar? Perhaps a powerful entity. Of course, the weapons given were found easily. Such a technologically magically advanced society made everything easy to conquer via engineering or magical means. They took the gifts, and tore them apart, harvesting the magic from the powers and putting them together, combining the 48 into 12 and putting them under drastic protection. A single mistake on the journey to obtain these weapons could easily lead to immediate death.
By Knyghtmare4 years ago in Fiction
Ever Been To Electric Lady Land?
Today's fictional readers are going to be known as the Balloons but not in honor of a former classmate of mine and his nicknaming someone Balloon. It just sort of rhymes with the Jim Rome Clones or comes close enough to doing so as far as I am concerned. He even addresses his audience in Old Trapper radio spots as Clones; who am I to argue with success?
By P. B. Friedman4 years ago in Fiction
The Song of the Ocean
Captain Cutler danced arm in arm with his first mate Ainsley. They had just stolen the fastest ship from the British Armada and where on their way to put together a crew to help them man it. The captain threw his hat in the air in celebration.
By Nicholas McKenna4 years ago in Fiction
The Winchester. Top Story - October 2021.
My boot hit the dock with an echo as I climbed down from The Winchester. This boat had been in my family for decades. My Grandfather inherited it from his Uncle who was somewhat of a family legend. Gramps would always make a whole event of telling us kids all about the great sea adventures Uncle Henry went on, and all the mysterious creatures he encountered. Gramps was a little eccentric, so we all knew to take the stories with a large grain of salt. Sea monsters were a staple of mythical folk tales around our town, so we weren't strangers to the lore, but we also knew better than to believe everything we heard.
By Ashleigh Riley4 years ago in Fiction
The Memoirs Ben Jack
The ocean is a giant mystery. Its over 2.5 miles deep, in some places almost 7 miles, and can crush a human being by the water pressure alone. Oceanographers and Marine Biologists have searched and searched for answers, yet they have none. One secret in particular, they write off as myths, simply because they are never seen. Merpeople, or as fairy tales say, mermaids. They hide in the deep waters, and never surface. If one accidentally surfaces, its written off as a dolphin. I've learned about them on my travels abroad.
By Lakota W Bridgewater4 years ago in Fiction
What Really Happened
“Go to the library now!” “What’s going on?” I ask. “Don’t ask questions, just go!” When I got to school that day, everything was destroyed. Fires everywhere, buildings turning to rubble, streets torn out of the ground, everyone running around. It’s all chaos. Not to mention the heat, it’s always been hot in San Francine, but today, it seems hotter than usual. Nobody seems to know where to go. I am definitely not going to the library.
By Kayla Dawn Hanzen4 years ago in Fiction
Stay Strong
July 2021 – Winwoods, Georgia She sat alone in the damp darkness that now surrounded her, not wishing for freedom, as one might have guessed, but nearly welcoming the chains and shackles that now confined her. The cold steel against her wrists and ankles kept her in the moment. The pain they caused a constant reminder that this was no nightmare. She nearly laughed aloud at the thought. This of all things a nightmare? She had been through much worse than this. Things that would have the world's best horror writers cringe and their biggest fans begging for an intermission.
By Tanya Nicole Tomlinson Weier4 years ago in Fiction
