Read & Write Adventure Stories

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There once was an old man who, on one night, while resting in a chair, that was sitting on a porch, thought to himself the most curious of things. And this, that he thought, to put quite simply, was a question that most in their short lives have asked, and that is, what if. What if he just suddenly packed up and left town without so much as a whisper would

anyone even miss him. And the answer, that he didn't want to believe or say, was no, which was a response, that in time, convinced him to do exactly that. And so, the next day, with the coming of the moon, the man quickly began to pack up his belongings for the long journey ahead. And as he did, a little bird landed on the ledge of a window, that the old man ...

Last year, I wanted to find myself, I wanted to know who I was and that stuff. Meanwhile I left one of my best friends. At that time I didn't know he was my best friend. I thought he had enough friends like it wouldn't matter if I leave him or not. Now, one year later, we are back together like he is my best friend and I am his. I know I hurt him a lot when

I decided to ignore him and not to tell him why I actually broke off the friendship. Now, I see that he's afraid that I'll leave him again. I won't but I have to accept that he can't trust me the same way he did last year. I don't blame him for that but it kind of breaks my heart because he means so much to me. I want him to know how much I really love him b...

Ping!
The sudden noise coming from Amber Williams’ laptop made her jump. It was the sound that signaled to her that one of her friends was trying to reach her on Facebook.
Ping!
Amber ignored the sound, and tried to concentrate on the YouTube video she was watching in the other tab. Not that it was all that hard. This was, after all, a Jonas James

video. Ever since she’d found his channel a year ago, she’d been obsessed with him. And every Friday after school, like clockwork, she would tune in to see his latest video.
Ping!
Now Amber was getting a little annoyed.
Ping! Ping!
OK, make that very annoyed. With a deep sigh, Amber navigated to the Facebook tab she had open. She saw that one of her best ...

Dear Diary,

All my life, I have felt like I have been lonely and abandoned figuratively and literary. I feel like the definition of my favorite flower, *Higanbana. My parents are usually busy with work to notice me. One day, I thought I had found love but little did I know, I was fooled by his charming smile. He brought my life anguish, misery, and pain.

The day has come where I can start a new life and make the most of it. I hope I make friends who will stick by me. I hope they like for me and not discriminate towards me because the sin I committed. I hope I meet a guy who will treat me with kindness and love me for me.

-March 26, 2025.

Earth to Natasha! Akane yelled. Huh? I asked. As I was writing ...

"MAGIC GENIE!!!!", the man said. The magic genie then looked down on him from above.

"BRING ME FAME AND FORTUNE!!! I WANT TO LIVE THE LIFE OF A KING! LIVE IN A HOUSE LARGER THAN ANY CASTLE EVER TOLD IN FAIRY TALES!! I WANT GOLD, RICHES, TREASURES, AND MONEY MORE THAN ANY BANK HAS EVER PRINTED!!!", the man demanded.

The genie looked back at him and

said, "Sure. But in exchange, I will ask for something that is of at least equivalent importance to you in life."

"It doesn't matter! I'm homeless! No girls want to marry me because I'm homeless! If I just have a house and piles of money, all the girls who rejected me would come back to me. I would then reject them for the line of celebrities and pretty girl...

On a dark and stormy night, void of all life but the nocturnal, a lonesome traveller stumbled down a forgotten road; his wares and merchandise jangling like an ominous tune.
The cobbled pathway fell steep and narrow; the nature was now overpowering the traveller's route.
Every bird and owl and creatures considered foul halted for a moment before him; as

the shadows crept around the traveller in mysterious ways.
The Traveller thought, as he descended, that the wind was sharpening its harsh embrace.

The lower he ventured, the more foreboding the environment became - both desolate, and overgrown at the same time. The Trees around the traveller appeared to fidget and nervously watch. Whether out of anticip...

1 - Daisies
Children are like daisies, they all reach as high as they can for a dream or a goal that seems unreachable, only the lucky few ever reach the sapphire blues and pure whites. They're all children wanting to grow up as losing innocence is easy but, sadly, growing up is hard to face. They're so small and so insignificant that it all seems futile.

Their features made of stone, pretending that they're okay, that they don't care.
Why care for an already broken world? It's the same as caring for a broken person. You fall in love with the way the breeze makes the leaves and grass wave wildly, the way the sun feels like a relief after being in the shade. You fall in love with the way nature moves, look...

‘what is that’ I asked Ryan. ‘why is the ground moving? And is that smoke over there?!’ I held his hands to steady my body, while flames my fire spirit flouted to my pocket. ‘it might be a villain attack.’ Ryan answered. ‘let’s go check it out!’

Ryan is younger brother, but we study in the same class and year. I grabbed his hands and

pulled him to the smoke source. Excitement flowed through my blood, every time I see a villain attack, I run towards it, hoping that I would see our brave heroes in duty. ‘slow down, Susi.’ Ryan says. ‘the heroes wouldn’t escape you know’ he always says that line when I run to a crime scene, but I can’t help it. Sense I was a young girl I dreamed to...

He is sitting on the beach
Looking at the waves
Listening to their screech
Mourning at their graves

It all took place
Back in the day
She was beauty and grace
And god heard his pray

He approached her
Just to say hi
And even though she was insecure
His eyes she couldn’t deny

They started going out
It was beyond amazing
They knew without

a doubt
That a child they would be raising

As years went by
It was the boys fate
But as hard as they tried
They couldn’t grant him a mate



So one day they decided
To sail the ocean
But the ship collided
After he found the last emotion

For the next ten years
He will sit in sorrow
Staring at the piers
Waiting for a new tomorrow

He ...

Erik's POV


"Shame. That asshole sure did ruin such a pretty face," a raspy voice popped up out of nowhere. A bewitching kind of raspy-but it subtly startled me nonetheless. I wiped away a droplet of blood hanging on my chin with the back of my hand and turned around to face the owner of the voice. A brunette with heavy makeup and tan skin stood there

with a light smirk on her lips. "I don't mind it, though. I like ruined pretty faces." She bit her lower lip and cocked her head to one side, as if to size me up before revealing her venomous fangs and swallowing me whole. But damn, was the girl foxy.

I gathered up the mixture of saliva and blood mingling in my mouth and spat it on the ground, running my fi...

Night and Day were the first ever entities to claim a space of the universe. Night and Day were close friends, though they were polar opposites. Night´s dark, black silky hair bounced everywhere they had walked; their eyes cold and mysterious like a dark void. Sun´s bright, prideful smile would leave Night feeling hopeful. Night and Day decided to create

their own world, a world where humans existed.
Time was split into two, evenly shared between Night and Day. Though, Night realized this wasn´t fair at all. The mortals were more active during the day; and many feared Night with its unfamiliarity. Night was infuriated, and soon, confronted Day about this matter. They started a fight.
This went on for ce...

"Everyone! Lord Niro has awoken!"

I heard a feminine voice cried joyfully in the background. My vision was still hazy as I rubbed my eyes.

It's cold.

Has my hand always feel this cold?

I brushed again, but it was the same odd feeling. Instantly, I widen my eyes, wondering what is going on.

No way.

I took a look at my arms. It seems to be

made of a metallic-alloy along mixed with few rare minerals and technology, presenting a silver-tinted shimmering look under the light.

Although it looks quite different, I could control my movement, even wiggle the fingers with ease.

"Lord Niro!" The lady greeted me, a happy and relieved smile appeared on her face as slight tears trickled down the side....

The plane was losing altitude, fast! My ears. Ouch, they hurt so bad. But I had bigger problems in my hands. More like, in the pilots hands. Lets just say, I was really hoping he was good at operating this thing, because, well, the left wing was literally on fire. Ugh, where was the cabin crew? Flight 444… what a cursed number! I heard screaming, but no

one seemed to be panicking, in fact everyone was having a really good time. Did no one notice the flames outside? I decided to stand up and check out the front of the plane. What was even happening? Surely someone should've noticed. I strolled rapidly past the economy class, focusing on keeping my balance. No one seemed to notice me. Whatever. I saw a stewarde...

The neighborhood rarely gathered, except for weddings and funerals. I stood in the back, four feet tall in a white dress and new white socks. Some people stared at me, then, when they caught me looking back, turned away to whisper among themselves. They wore black, as is traditional at a funeral. But Mama did not like black. She said so after Papa was

killed.
In the middle of the room, two easels covered in flowers flanked the sides of a long table. Mama’s picture was hastily pasted in the smaller structure. A man’s picture decorated the bigger one. He was not my Papa. Papa died in Yugoslavia, when the communists captured him and his friends two years ago. Mama escaped with me to the United States. She pro...

Dean feels so alive!! He is jogging to release some of the energy, so that he could sleep.

All his hard work is finally paying off. His father will finally stop making him feel like a loser. Maybe? Probably not. He really doesn't know why his father is so mad at him.

Okay maybe he did. His father let it slip once and told him that he's the one who

should have died and not his mother. His father loved his mom so much and Dean killed her.

His steps faltered when he heard something. No one is around. He's sure he heard someone crying.

Maybe it is just in his imagination. He really needs to rest. Now that he closed the deal, he can take a couple of days off. He started to walk to his house when he he...