Adventure
Gertrude
Once upon a time there lived a young warrior named Gertrude. Her friends and family called her Trudy and they all lived in the kingdom of Salvonia. Gertrude was not a princess, but she was the grandniece of the king, who took a special interest in her after her father’s death in battle against the Journes. King Mallory saw to it that his favorite niece received the best training from the finest warriors in the kingdom including the Salvonian captain of the royal guard, commander Trangg. From the time that Trudy was a little girl, she knew that her chances of being a real princess were unlikely and that such a distinction was for her more attractive and fragile cousins. Alternatively, she decided to excel in the ways of the warrior and perfect her fighting skills with weapons and hand-to hand combat. She had trained to use swords, daggers, and even large battle axes but her true passion was for the most glorious weapon she had ever seen - the morningstar. This tool of destruction had a handle attached to a chain, which was linked to a heavy spiked ball. The chain could be removed to convert the weapon into a mace if needed. Her late father had desired for her to wield a spear as he did, but there was something about the morningstar that captivated Gertrude. It was more difficult to use than a sword or spear, but trained day and night for months after she reached age 18. By the age of 20, she was a skilled warrior, but because of her nobility status and her gender, she was always protected from actual combat with the Journe forces.
By Steven Allen5 years ago in Fiction
A Walk in the Sun
The sun had not fully awoken the world making it the ideal time for Lachlan to slip out. He had done all his chores early. Despite this being his only official day off, the foreman would likely still be enraged at his absence. It was worth the risk for today he was seeing his siblings.
By James U Repstock5 years ago in Fiction
The Worst
It was the worst summer’s day she had ever experienced. Not because of the heat, although that was not helping the situation at all, and not because it was her 30th birthday - it was because her favourite t-shirt was ruined. With oil. That crap is impossible to clean.
By Julian Rosso5 years ago in Fiction
My Protectors
Our home was once filled with laughter. There were great skies filled with clouds, butterflies and happinesses. The children played in the grass and washed their hands in the flowing river. The dogs barked and the birds chirped all in perfect harmony. Our houses where consumed with the smell of freshly baked cookies. The jacaranda trees blew in the breeze, the flowers dispersing like purple rain falling from the heavens.
By Christine Balks5 years ago in Fiction
Rise of the Gargoyle
Fury. Cold dark fury shook Xanthe to the core; uncontrollable tremors had her falling to her knees, sharp rocks and broken bits of rubbish cutting her skin. She clenched her teeth in frustration and agony as muscles in her back felt like they were being torn asunder.
By Kerri Campbell5 years ago in Fiction
Behind The Waterfall
“She just kept repeating, ‘Behind the waterfall.’ I can still hear her saying it, over and over. Every time I close my eyes, I can see her face, and I can still feel her hand squeezing mine as she said it, until her grip slowly faded, and I couldn’t feel her anymore.” Iris said. “I still don’t know exactly what she was trying to tell me. I’m not sure if it was because she was sick, or if she wanted me to find something. Either way, it’s the last memory I have of her. I know she would want me to keep going, so I do. No matter what. Even when I know it’s hopeless. I just keep going, for her. It’s not even a question anymore.”
By Ryan Barbin aka “Dirt”5 years ago in Fiction
A Simple Desire
In the Amish village of Ashtabula, Ohio, Catherine awoke. Her right eye swollen from the blow to her head. As she stirred to find her husband, Nathaniel’s hand in hers, she realized it was not a nightmare. Tears welling up as she looked upon Nathaniel to see death had kissed him as she lay unconscious from the monsters that left her for dead as well. Married for a month today, her dream of heaven on Earth vanished in less than an hour.
By Tasha Lackey5 years ago in Fiction
Heart on heart
Finally, Olivia held it in her hand once more. A tear swelled in her eye at the sight of the tarnished silver heart shaped locket, its chain dangling open, loosely below. Slow rolling droplets of her blood slipping off the ends. Olivia cradled the precious locket, her heart still thumping under neath. That solitary tear lead a deluge that now rolled off her face. So much had changed since she had last felt the locket’s metal chill on her warm flesh…
By Rob Chapman5 years ago in Fiction
Exit 39
He runs down the deserted highway with his tiny sister in his arms, his legs feeling like they are on fire. The hunters are not far behind, making his desperation grow even larger. It was not the smartest idea to steal from their camp, but they had no choice. Kate was starving, and the nights are only getting colder. They were desperate.
By Nick Vasquez5 years ago in Fiction
