Adventure

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
A VISION OF JUDGMENT
I was awakened by a terrible sound. “Bru-a-a-a!” it roared across the darkness. At first, I did not understand. I thought I was half dreaming. The noise grew louder—shrill, shaking the air, impossible to ignore. “Good Lord!” I muttered. “What an awful racket!” It sounded like some enormous trumpet echoing across the world. I tried to sit up, but something felt strange. Where was I? The sound rose higher and more powerful until suddenly I knew—this was no ordinary noise. “It must be the Last Trump,” I whispered.
By Amelia Millerabout a month ago in Fiction
The Lumber Room
Nicholas lived with his strict aunt and two cousins in a large country house. His aunt believed children must always behave properly and follow rules without question. Nicholas, however, was curious and imaginative, and the constant discipline often made him feel trapped. One morning the aunt announced a special treat: the cousins and another child would be taken to the seaside. Nicholas would stay home as punishment for secretly putting a frog into his breakfast bowl earlier that day.
By Lily Smithabout a month ago in Fiction
Milo and Buddy's
In a lush jungle, lived a cheerful monkey named Milo. His best friend was a worn-out, orange monkey toy named "Buddy." They were inseparable, sharing adventures big and small.
By Being Inquisitiveabout a month ago in Fiction
Lifetimes . Content Warning.
Juliette I sigh as Itap my pen on my desk staring off into space, waiting for someone to tell me to do something and I think to myself I knew this would be boring but Jesus I'm gonna grow gray hairs waiting here. I get snapped out of my thoughts when I feel my desk shake and I see a big pile of papers towering over me as a man that won't even meet my eyes but scans my body says to me, the boss wants you to go over these and make sure everything is correct and when and/or if you are done bring them back to my desk.
By cheyenne about a month ago in Fiction
The Night Everyone Forgot 3:17
The first time Nora noticed 3:17, it was on a Tuesday, which felt unfair. Tuesdays were supposed to be anonymous days, the kind that slipped past without requiring you to remember anything about them. She was closing up the coffee shop where she worked, wiping down the last sticky table, when her phone buzzed with a notification.
By Pine Newsabout a month ago in Fiction
No One Encouraged Me to Lose Weight. They Only Mocked Me for Being Fat. AI-Generated.
No one ever said, “You can do this.” They said, “You’ve gotten so big.” They said it laughing, casually, as if they were commenting on the weather.
By Peterabout a month ago in Fiction
The Curse of the House on Harper's Hill
"Run, Shelly! We're almost there. Don't look back. Hurry!" My best friend, Daniel, was a faster runner. I tripped over a branch and fell, tumbling several feet down the hill. "Danny!" I called out, but he kept running.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a month ago in Fiction
When I Was Fat, Even the Air Felt Like Humiliation. AI-Generated.
There was a particular way the air felt when I was fat. It pressed against me. Not physically, not in a way you could measure with instruments. But when I walked into a room, the air thickened, as if it had already formed an opinion before I opened my mouth.
By Peterabout a month ago in Fiction
After I Lost the Weight, I Realized Being Fat Wasn’t the Real Problem. AI-Generated.
The first thing I noticed after losing the weight was not the silence in my knees when I climbed the subway stairs, nor the way my reflection narrowed in store windows. It was the way strangers smiled at me.
By Peterabout a month ago in Fiction
I Failed to Lose Weight Ten Times. The Eleventh Time, Something Changed. AI-Generated.
The first time I tried to lose weight, I was twenty-six years old and standing under fluorescent lights in a CVS on Lexington Avenue, holding a bottle of appetite suppressant that promised, in cheerful blue letters, Lose up to 10 pounds in one week.
By Peterabout a month ago in Fiction