Adventure

Wind Witch
In the beginning Jamison ran into the room of four people studying a map. With a startled jump they turned to focus on him. “The girl has been taken. This morning.”
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Fiction
The Blood Alchemist; Chapter 3
I spin around, keeping my face neutral. "Mother! Good morning! You could have just sent a summons if you wanted to see me."
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
TCoE: Backstory Blogs Pt. 4 - Cythia
**SPOILERS** Initially introduced in the form of a farm cat, Cythia is presented as a character who has held a close bond with Eva for a long time. Despite their history, Eva knows close to nothing about Cythia's past, while Cythia knows about Evaleana's life far more than she knows.
By Mel E. Furnish5 years ago in Fiction
TCoE: Backstory Blogs Pt. 3 - Kaynen
Kaynen is first introduced as a good friend of Eva's from since they were young. In the beginning, they had no idea how different their lives were about to become when Evaleana turned sixteen.
By Mel E. Furnish5 years ago in Fiction
Sensations On Bourbon Street
Bourbon Street, the liveliest place in New Orleans. That's where my journey has taken me for the night, I'm not staying long, just passing through. Then it's onto where nature calls me next, my following place of inspiration.
By Yaa Aning5 years ago in Fiction
Field of Hope
One morning the bulls appeared in the field beside the farmhouse. There were quite a lot of them, more than thirty, I would say. Enough of them to make the field seem quite full.
By Steve Moran5 years ago in Fiction
The Minotaur
My birth was not an easy one. I nearly tore my mother in half, or so the rumors go. I suppose it was the only natural conclusion to a pregnancy which itself was an abomination of the worst sort.
By Katie Alafdal5 years ago in Fiction
Prisoner of Crystals
When’s the last time you watched the remainder of your oxygen bubbles dance outwards, struggling before joining the dead space. The waters brushed against its icy barrier.
By Jahvon "Jex" John5 years ago in Fiction
Pre BR
When the day of the rodeo arrived, Billie was ready. She had practiced on her farm’s famous bull, Rolling Thunder, and almost stayed on for a full ride. She told her bullfighter not to blow the whistle until 10 seconds had elapsed. She figured that if she practiced a 10 second ride, then an 8 second ride would feel like a piece of cake. Her best time on Thunder was 6 seconds, but riding him increased her performance times on all the other bulls. Unfortunately, riding him lowered her potential point level because all she could do was focus on staying on. She was not comfortable on him and it showed.
By Doreen Lettice5 years ago in Fiction
Caged
You can do it, bro!' 'Oh for god's sake!' Benett retorted frustratedly, 'it's not like I haven't tried! Getting into the top stories is like panning for diamonds when you have no hands'.
By Benett S5 years ago in Fiction
Mysterious Seeds
Emilia Young lived alone in her little cottage. It wasn’t large or fancy, but it was hers. She had gotten it from her parents, who had died in an automobile accident when she was 10 years old. Upon turning 18, it was passed onto her. Emilia had lived with her aunt, who held the property in trust for her until she turned 18. Now, she was 21. She worked as a teaching assistant in a private school for privilege, gifted children.
By Julie LaFreniere5 years ago in Fiction
When Legs Beat Water
The seas were rising at a rate faster than ever. Nobody in the town of Villarue knew what going on, nobody- except the mad fisherman who lived along the shore. It was just minutes until the annual "Villarue Bull Stampede" was to commence, and unless somebody alerted the mayor of the rising tides, it was set to be a disaster. The insane fisherman chuckled to himself as he questioned whether or not to allow the race to happen, that being, the race between the totally outraged bulls and the even more outraged sea. There was something all too alluring in the idea of watching the town go berserk, for what better time was there to eat popcorn?! So it was, the lunatic of a fisherman waltzed off to a nearby hill, ecstatically awaiting the imminent chaos to strike little Villarue.
By Abby Smith5 years ago in Fiction