Adventure

The Mother
Once upon a time, in a place you have probably never heard of, there was a forest. In a part of the forest, there was a bog. Far away from the swamp, also in the forest, was a village. In the village was a little boy.
By Sarah Knopp5 years ago in Fiction
The Legacy
“The history of the Underground Railroad will be an important part of history you’ll be taught in school a bit later. And if I’m right, each of you will have quite a contribution to share in your classes when that time comes.”
By Katy Doran-McNamara5 years ago in Fiction
The Museum Raider - Part 2
Part 1 Smuggling a sacred relic back to it’s rightful home was surprisingly easy, if you didn’t count the inevitable racial profiling.
By Natasja Rose5 years ago in Fiction
Glows A Go
Day 21 I finally found my pen in the wreckage with a couple of other things. If I write this and no one ever finds me than it will all be for not.
By Ruby Estelle 5 years ago in Fiction
The Astral Projection Protection Propulsion Device.
They had taken the ASTRAL PROJECTION PROTECTION PROPULSION DEVICE. The APPPV. Who? I have no idea. But it was very important that I get it back. I needed answers, fast. So I went to the TREE.
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Green Magic
“It’s an alien ship!’ My friend Lucy whispered as we stared at the bottom of my aunty’s door. “Perhaps it’s a ghost?” I replied as my eyes enlarged in wonder.
By Amanda Clair5 years ago in Fiction
Big Hearted
Everyone in the village who attended Hasina's wedding was stunned - her parents were shocked and upset. - People who were near the car heard the sound of the engine and looked at the car.
By Mohammad Arif5 years ago in Fiction
A Pear Tree
A Pear Tree: Qliploth Angelique and her big brother Robert stood before the huge tree, twisted and aged, and both of their cherubic faces held scowls.
By Sekou Gaidi5 years ago in Fiction
Lonely Pirate
For miles ahead the landscape is pitch dark. This darkness is a mockery of night time, where the moon creates a spotlight and the stars can dance. But light is completely voided here. Things here are blocked off of the most reliable feature a person assumes they can have, vision. There is no difference between closing my eyes or opening them, but for some reason I feel safer keeping them open. When your vision is restricted it gives your mind room to paint in what it wants, that's when fear and dreams wonder about most vividly.
By Leila Abbas5 years ago in Fiction
Fairies Wear Boots
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By Jamey O'Donnell5 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light
Green Light By Sekou Gaidi Angelique, the tiny brown goddess, sat behind the wheel of her black Cadillac and tapped her fingers. She was impatient with the laws of men on a good day, and as far as she was concerned, she wouldn’t go out of her way to kill any mortals. She supposed she could be decapitated as much as any other driver could, but her glass was bulletproof.
By Sekou Gaidi5 years ago in Fiction
A Frozen Pond
A Frozen Pond: A Talk With Mama The little brown girl sat at the edge of the swamp, where a pier pierced it’s lonely way into the frozen swamp waters.
By Sekou Gaidi5 years ago in Fiction