Adventure

Outriders: Fall of Aurora
“Psst! Les, possible tangos, four o’clock!” John Lindsey whispered, gesturing with his mittened hand towards the hemlocks at the bottom of the ridge, far to the hunting party’s right.
By David Keener5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Short Story Entry
What is that? I wonder, as I see a glimmer of light bouncing back from my lamp. I walk deeper into the darkness, reaching down to feel a cold, metal chain.
By Amber5 years ago in Fiction
Where It’s Green
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, it wasn’t ever supposed to be like this. This is shit. But what else do you do when things have gone to shit but write it down?
By Cereal Oatmeal 5 years ago in Fiction
Follow The Heart
The men continued to shout as I jumped over upturned roots and rolled under low hanging branches. The rhythmic bounce of the heart-shaped locket against my chest matched the resounding beat of my heart, staccatoed by the pepper of gunfire and the piercing air of flying bullets. They still trailed far behind me, but there was a whole army of them; all of this over an innocuous necklace. ‘Was all of this worth it?’ I pushed the thought out of my head as quickly as it had entered. ‘Of course. It’s everything.’
By Mathew 'Chase' Gladden5 years ago in Fiction
Genesis
Dust and debris tumble their way across the new world. Scrapping their way overtop the sandy topsoil of the planet’s crust. Burrowing themselves inside this layer of irradiated dirt are the rodents who survived the initial fallout. Carving out for themselves a semblance of home. A place to lay their heads or to have their children. Crawl spaces for rats sprawl out for miles until they meet the twisting tunnels that have been borne by the large toothed gophers. Even these tunnels span the landscape until meeting the hollow warrens whose walls are filled to their brim with the ever-breeding rabbits; too scared to venture above for nutrition and instead opt to feed on one another before reproducing for next season’s feast.
By Brian Cotter5 years ago in Fiction
Demon of the Mire
-1- My swollen tongue slid over cracked lips. I snagged a thin layer of dead skin with my teeth and spit it out. It stung.
By Dean Floyd5 years ago in Fiction
Before
As I gazed upon a barren wasteland, completely devoid of colour, I couldn’t help but wonder what it had all been like before. Before people let their hatred consume their actions I could only assume that the world was beautiful, at least that was what my mother had told me once. My mother was one of few that believed the earth was once colourful; a land that embraced individuality so wonderfully that people would spend time just embracing the world they’d helped grow. I liked to believe in her words, they gave me hope for a possible future… One that wasn’t so bleak and exhausting. My father on the other hand thought much differently, he believed that people were monsters and so the world must’ve been as such, a gruelling place filled with disgust and anger, so much so that it’d consume nations and force their evil hands. Of course there was evidence that leaned more towards his pessimistic views, the world had in fact become, what one could only describe as, a nuclear mess at the hands of its people.
By Lauren Quenby5 years ago in Fiction
On A Bright Sunny Day
On a bright sunny day, Toma saw something glistening in the desert sun in the distance, as he went for one of his long walks from the intermitantly solar powered air conditioned Habitats a mile away. The Solar worked, but was increasingly in disrepair.
By Tom Chatterton5 years ago in Fiction
The Frog's Throat Still Beats
The frogs returned first; the girl came later. She could hear them croaking with their deep belly voices in the evening light, invisible amongst the reeds and tall grass of the swamp. They complimented each other.
By Imogen Fox5 years ago in Fiction
Operation Baby Blue
Prologue She arrived at the boxcar and heard the hiss of air, a telltale sign that her ride was about to leave. She climbed aboard as the train began to lurch forward. The environment was foreign; the walls were decorated with symbols she could not decipher. Tessa May had never left her home before. She had always felt safe with her family, until the truth began to unravel, exposing the tangled web of lies surrounding her existence. Who could she trust? She hoped that Chris was wrong, that she would be able to stand up to whoever or whatever came after her, but for now, running was the only option.
By Mary Jane5 years ago in Fiction
Hope to fix A Broken World
It has been over a year since all of humanity had taken a downward turn for the worst. When there were people living their average day to day lives. Children who would
By Brandon Piper5 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of The Lionheart Boy
Growing up, I never had a traditional bedtime story. No getting tucked in, no sweet fantasies of epic battles and saving princesses. But that did not stop me from creating stories of my own, and learning about what makes a true bedtime story vividly memorable. Bedtime stories often center around a knight who needs to save a princess, or a princess that meets her true love. Classic bedtime stories turned into films such as Cinderella, Snow White, Robin Hood, and many more. I believe what makes these stories so memorable and relatable is that we, especially as children, have the longing and the desire to be something grand, to do something great, and to live a life of adventure. And it is with this in mind that I present you with an original bedtime story for when I have children of my own, A Tale of The Lionheart Boy. I hope it brings you back to those magical moments before turning out the lights and drifting off into sweet sleep.
By Zenith5 years ago in Fiction