Adventure

Choose Your Own Adventure: St Helena Station . Top Story - February 2026.
*****Preface***** I have been obsessed with Choose Your Own Adventure stories since I was a kid. I credit them with my love of reading and writing. I've been struggling to get my own kids to embrace words the same way I have but they love video games and our occasional Dungeon's and Dragon's game... which gave me an idea. I'll write an interactive story. So far its working; my middle son loves it and can't wait for the next section to come out.
By Sandor Szaboabout a month ago in Fiction
Nosferotu Zavi. Content Warning.
~ Nosferotu Zavi ~ Backstory Blog ~ Nosferotu - one of the most rebellious of Lord Zavi's children - once he was eight years old, he was always sneaking out at night, many rumors claimed he never slept in their small castle.
By Mel E. Furnishabout a month ago in Fiction
Marshall's Observations. Runner-Up in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
Marshall watched seagulls and crows playing in the wind among pink-tinted cloud beds that slowly turned gray as the sun hung at the sea's horizon. He used his iPhone to focus on the reflections in the water and snapped a photo. He liked the result; it showed a butterscotch sun sitting on the water below a pink cloud, with the ferry in the foreground.
By Andrea Corwin about a month ago in Fiction
Adam and First Woman . Top Story - February 2026.
At the time, there were no other people to witness that the Eve we know of now was not the first woman ever created. And that's what the myth gets wrong, but God and Adam knew.
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Fiction
When the Lantern Came Back On
When the Lanterns Came Back On The train station in Hangzhou smelled like metal, steamed buns, and winter coats that had not seen the sun in weeks. Li Wen stood near Platform Six, her phone cold in her hand, watching families spill out of the arrivals gate. Red suitcases. Red scarves. Red envelopes already peeking from pockets. It was two days before Chinese New Year, and everyone seemed to be going somewhere they belonged.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction
Joseph, Doom bringer. . Content Warning.
Joseph stirred awake in a dark stone cell. He felt an eerie sense of betrayal and anguish. His memory felt hazy, and his bones ached as he moved his sore, stiff joints. He raked his mind, trying to make sense of the strange situation he’d found himself in. Why was he here? What had he done?
By Olivia Stephensonabout a month ago in Fiction
Waiting
Once upon a time, there was a fair maiden, trapped in a tower almost as lonely as her mind. She spent her days longing for companionship and her nights wishing upon the passing falling stars for anybody to come find her. The maiden did not know how she got to the tower, was not sure how long she had been there, and hadn’t the slightest clue how to leave. Days stacked high upon days as she waited and waited for a rescuer.
By Raine Nealabout a month ago in Fiction
The Weight of Blood - Part 2/2
She stood still. She hadn't jumped - and that terrified her. That's when she heard the laughter. She heard Javier stand up behind her and Celeste opened her eyes, not wanting to see what she feared she would.
By Liam Stormabout a month ago in Fiction
Moonharbor
I sit on the cliff that hangs off of Moonharbor counting the stars. My mom is working late again like usual, and my dad passed away when I was young. After he passed I felt separate from the world. Like someone who watches the world instead of being part of it. I spend days wishing someone would sit beside me, watching the stars, just like me and my father used to. I feel the wind brush my cheek, and play with my hair. The salt of the ocean falls on my tongue, as the dark night silences all emotions. I watch the waves hit the rocks, and admire the moonlight reflecting off the water. I feel a heaviness in my chest, like a stone sitting on my ribs making it hard to breath as I sit with the stars as my only company. I notice the moon is lower than usual, that's strange but we are not too different both lonely in the dark of the night.
By Christian Sanchezabout a month ago in Fiction
Colored Shoes
I was once a guy who loved bright color shoes. Give me the lime greens, and the cherry reds and the hot pinks. I'd wear them outside, I'd wear them to sleep, I'd wear them to play sports and even in my dreams.
By Christian Sanchezabout a month ago in Fiction
Only One Trail
Pain—nerve-singeing, burning pain. Darkness enveloped me, my lungs screaming from the effort to breathe while the tissues and ligaments refused cooperation.
By Alicia Anspaughabout a month ago in Fiction
Time Travel
No one knew what condition their families might be in now. Perhaps they had already lost hope of ever seeing them again. Adil and Saleem were close friends, but Adil was different from other children. He often saw strange and vivid dreams, and many of them later seemed to come true. One day, Adil told Saleem seriously, “I saw in my dream that today your cat will get injured.” Saleem laughed it off and replied, “It’s not necessary that every dream you see comes true.” Adil fell silent. His friends never fully believed him. They only said that whatever he dreamed happened by coincidence.
By Sudais Zakwanabout a month ago in Fiction