Adventure

Locked In
She hands it to him. Mother to son. Flora to Orchid. A heart shaped golden locket. Inside, the melted remains of a bit of photographic paper of his great-great-great-great grandmother, the matriarch of the family and a hero in her own right. Nana Nature, as she had fondly been deemed, had been the one stopping the bulldozer, alerting the children worldwide on live link and Tick-Tock* of the impending destruction of the world. She got up on her chair. She danced and she sang like no one had before. She danced through fires. She showered herself in flames too hot and in her fireproof green jumpsuit. She showed those children the images of the earth hundreds of years ago where there was wildlife in gardens, plants and human interaction. She brought back the real conservation that was Earth Day and with a flare which has not been matched since.
By DR Stanislawski5 years ago in Fiction
Lajamanu
I reflect on the first night when the car died. I remember how the engine slowed to a paralyzing silence, everything went pitch black. I cried. Getting to Alice Springs was always going to be impossible. I searched my existence for an answer, hoping my biology would keep me alive. My sobbing ceased as I recalled something I was told about surviving out here in the dark, 'Find the moon, then follow the light down’. It was an old Aboriginal bloke I met in Katherine who told me, he furthered that ‘everything will open up.'
By Janon5 years ago in Fiction
For the Love of Family
Navy crouched down in the dry brush and focused to control both her breathing and her heartbeat. Her pulse was ringing in her ears as she slowly slid her hands up and down the backs of her thighs allowing the tights she was wearing to dry her sweat-soaked palms. The doe she was stalking suddenly jerked her head up and got completely still save for the ears that were twitching. Listening. Navy held her breath and followed suit. Completely still but watching. Waiting. The creature resumed its meal, and Navy prepared to kill hers. She picked up the hand-crafted bow and arrow and aimed. As she exhaled, she heard the air being sliced as a foreign arrow whizzed by her ear striking her prey.
By Kayla Bryant5 years ago in Fiction
Remember
Wait! Something is missing. I quickly did a scan of the living room before my eyes landed on the almost forgotten item. Shoot! After checking that bag multiple times, you still nearly left it. As I picked up the silver heart-shaped locket, I paused. As I ran my fingers over the scratched metal and worn-out chain attached, I sighed. Get yourself together, seriously. With the thought of forgetting another valuable or needed item, one last check of the house didn’t seem like such a bad proposition.
By Adrian Green5 years ago in Fiction
Chameleon Heart
Declan hated travelling to the Outer Reaches. Especially for work. The ride was arduous and long, with few established trails to many Sectors. Cain, his horse, was overheated and struggling. As was he. The sun beat a relentless tattoo upon the canopy, causing the air below to become dense and close. Soft, green light oozed through the treetops, bringing with it a thick, sludgy heat. Through chinks in the canopy’s armour, shards of golden sunlight penetrated through; these air holes providing the only available relief from the choking heat. Lush and overgrown, the beauty of the forest was lost upon Declan, his mind fixed firmly in annoyance with his Commissioner. It’s not that Gronk was an unreasonable man, he just seemed to hold a particular hatred for Declan. It was unusual to have to travel to the outer reaches, yet even more so when a reccy team had already been through. They should have brought the photo back with them, but Gronk’s thinking was that the Cryo had continued further out toward The Wastes after visiting his old home. This was in the opposite direction from The Interior, where Declan had travelled from. Right now though, in the oppressively sweltering heat, it was hard to think cleanly. He just wanted to get there.
By Alex Heyre5 years ago in Fiction
The Other Half
The children ate dinner together, as they always did, in the dreary Dining Hall. The girl stared longingly out the window as she always did. In the summer nights, when the days grew longer, occasionally a bird or two would swoop down as it searched for its next meal. After dinner, the adults would escort them back to their rooms for the evening. Most of them were nice, especially the blonde lady , Violet. She was the only one who really conversed with her, in fact she was the only one of the adults to ever use her real name when addressing her. Except for her father, of course, but he was a very important man and only came to The Manor several times a year.
By Eli Rohner5 years ago in Fiction
When gods are the foolish ones
They call us gods. We are no gods. If anything, we do hold the responsibility of the current situation. And the past. But we are blinded from the guilt by our shiny tower over the clouds. We were selfish and coward. We secluded ourselves away from the damage, we shut our eyes close and decided to ignore the rest of the world. Or what survived of it. And we’ve been ruling from up there. Living like royalty when the others are down here, providing us with vital supplies in exchange of leftover crumbs.
By Ana Deloret5 years ago in Fiction
Her Face, and Her Faces
Death comes for us all, in a multitude of manners. It’s like a snowflake: no one death is quite like another. Terrance Michaels had lost his wife Penny instantly—in a car accident, one second here and the next with your Maker. Thereafter, Terrance always hoped to be prepared for the end. At least for a few minutes.
By Titus Willis5 years ago in Fiction
Dream
Mr.Y is continuing his dream. Top authorities and both the kings from Mars and Jupiter are further discussing in the meeting.
By Srikantha's astrology channel5 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Destiny
Corym was exhausted. He had been studying for his final exam all night. Once he passed it, he would be a professional environmental engineer. He’d stop the human race from destroying the earth. Or at least, that was his dream. He only had a few hours left to study, but he was hungry and wanted a nap. The most important book he needed to review, “Mastering Environmental Sciences: Creating a Sustainable Future”, was finally available at the library. It had been checked out for weeks. This was his last chance. He would quickly scan the book during lunch.
By Alex Blackstone5 years ago in Fiction
The Martyrs
"Live or die?" The simple question caused the sea of once-quiet people to turn into wild animals, screeching their answers in hopes to be heard. My attention was not on these thugs. Rather, it was on a young woman who, in the middle of the vast ocean of bodies, stood alone. The guards formed a circle around her, not allowing anybody to touch her. Silent tears fell from her eyes as she glared up at me on the balcony above her. Despite her obvious sadness, she stood as still as a rock as the waves of people moved around her.
By Emily Galvan5 years ago in Fiction
Deadened Eyes
2030 The wind gently brushed Roden's hair back as he walked through the dense forest, his footsteps crunching in rhythm with the woodland wildlife. It had been five years. Five whole years since the "end of the world". Everyone had assumed the ending would be horrible and destructive, like nuclear armageddon or a virus outbreak. It was none of those. What had actually happened was much more surprising.
By Thomas Samoht5 years ago in Fiction