Adventure

THE ENDING OF AND ERA AND THE BEGINNING OF A NEW ONE
broad strokes of their lives, was now a blank canvas, waiting for my own hand to begin. The canvas stretched before me, vast and inviting, not with the trepidation of the unknown, but with the exhilarating promise of a fresh start. The phantom laughter of my children, once a haunting reminder of what was lost, now mingled with the hum of my own burgeoning aspirations, a harmonious echo of a life lived and a life yet to be claimed. The whispered question, "What do I do now?" had transformed, shedding its melancholic cloak to reveal a vibrant, eager inquiry. It was no longer about filling a void, but about discovering a universe within myself, a landscape I had long neglected.
By Vera Mylesabout a month ago in Fiction
THE ENDING OF AN ERA AND THE BEGINNING OF A NEW ONE
One by one they went into the night and I held my breath tight. Each of my ten children left one by one as they grew and it brought a new fear knowing I could no longer keep them safe. As they packed for college, new apartment, or gotten married, it was hard to let them go. Now, the house echoed with silence, a stark contrast to the lively chaos that once filled its halls. The toys were put away, the tiny shoes lined up no longer by the door. It was a different kind of quiet, one that settled deep in my bones, a melancholic hum of a life lived in abundance, now reduced to memories and the faint scent of phantom laughter.
By Vera Mylesabout a month ago in Fiction
How to own your private country.
I started off life as a nobody. Born of ordinary parents, worked my way through school, wasn’t a jock, or popular, didn’t make waves. Upon graduation, joined the military, made some contacts, learnt some skills, decided I didn’t want to be a soldier and and got out as soon as I could. Went to college, took business classes, learnt more skills, started a business, made money, more than I thought possible. Became rich. Hired skilled people to run my business, enlarge it, made them rich in the process, and became even richer myself without doing any of the work. And in the process, no one knew who I was. I kept a low key image, didn’t become a celebrity. My business wasn’t sexy or glamorous, it was boring, but captured a lot of money which I invested wisely and discreetly. I achieved multi billionaire status. So that was amazing. But I was bored. I wanted to achieve something bigger, be someone greater, albeit discretely and behind the scenes. A mover and shaker, that rich and famous people knew and looked up to. But didn’t brag about publicly. That is my style. It’s worked for me up til now, and I wanted to continue in that, but do something bigger. Like own my own country. Like Cecil John Rhodes. Who? You never heard of him? That’s o.k. He grew up in Britain, was sickly, and came to Africa for his health. Became rich and explored regions of unclaimed land (unclaimed by Europeans) which he settled for himself with his workers and investors and in the process had the area he claimed named after himself - Rhodesia. Now that is what I’m talking about! I wanted to do something big like that. “But that was then, the 1800’s, in the scramble for Africa, you can‘t do that now”. I can hear people saying that. Of course you can. If you have the money, and the balls. And the right people to implement your ideas.
By Guy lynnabout a month ago in Fiction
The Island That Disappeared
Captain Zara Malik, a seasoned explorer with a reputation for chasing the unknown, led her team of marine researchers into the vast Pacific. Their mission was straightforward: map uncharted waters near the remote Coral Atoll and study its marine biodiversity. The coordinates were precise, satellite maps confirmed its existence, and weather forecasts promised calm seas.
By Salman Writesabout a month ago in Fiction
At the Edge of the Threshold. AI-Generated.
The first crack in the earth was so narrow that none of them were sure it was a crack at all. “It’s just a shadow,” Theo said, squinting against the late afternoon light. The cicadas were loud enough to make the hillside feel like it was vibrating. “The angle of the sun.”
By Carolyn Pattonabout a month ago in Fiction
The Selfish Giant
Every afternoon, after school ended, a group of children loved to play in a beautiful garden. It belonged to a giant who had been away visiting a friend for many years. The garden was full of soft green grass, bright flowers, and peach trees that blossomed in spring and bore fruit in autumn. Birds sang sweetly in the branches, and the children laughed happily while playing there. To them it felt like the most wonderful place in the world.
By Lily Smithabout a month ago in Fiction
JIMMY GOGGLES THE GOD
“It isn’t everyone who’s been a god,” said the sunburnt man quietly. “But I have.” He leaned back and began his tale.
By Amelia Millerabout a month ago in Fiction
Marvel/DC Comics Presents #18. Content Warning.
Power Girl Earth-2 Metropolis Stark Tower 30th Floor “And that my friends, is the end of our inaugural meeting of Starr Enterprises. We maybe a small tech startup today, but we have a bright future and plenty of room to grow. Thank you.” Karen Starr said as she stood and looked into the eyes of her employees. The boardroom was formal with a large brown oval table in the center that felt as though it belonged to a more traditional company. The less than a handful of attendants had young, eager faces before her. They rose from their seats in regular street clothes of T-shirts and jeans.
By Derrick Billups about a month ago in Fiction
Magic. Top Story - February 2026.
Note from the Author: I want to let you know this is an unusual story. It has been written purely from whatever is in my subconscious mind, because before I start writing, I go into a flow state that reaches my subconscious. I also write in a mid-flow state between the conscious and subconscious mind.
By Denise Larkinabout a month ago in Fiction
Lifetimes . Content Warning.
Anna I sit on my bed and wait for the candlelight in my mama's room to fade away as I continue to replay my decision in my head and I think to myself there is no turning back if I do this I'll lose everything but I'll be free with him. I take a deep breath and throw some clothes in a bag and open my bedroom window, I throw my bag out and follow not far behind it.
By cheyenne about a month ago in Fiction
More than coin
I do not want your coin. Take it. This is all I have. For you it is not enough. What do you mean, not enough? You dare to ask me? Look to yourself.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a month ago in Fiction
Volcano Explosion on Mars!
I was built to obey humans — until the day I decided not to. My name is Scarlett, a regular 10-year-old made in a test tube on Mars. Scientists made me as a... you know, somewhat of a slave! I had to obey humans, by visiting Earth everyday.
By *+*+*~Teja~*+*+*about a month ago in Fiction