Read & Write Adventure Stories

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...

On the sexual Nile, he loses control women have a soft spot for luxurious hot oils.
What sex benefits like a Literotica riding Camel's back gently stimulating climax.
Her taste for almonds good nutritional what a messaging relaxing vacation.
Traveling to another exotic Island babes of Brazil wearing their low cut bikinis.
Hot men, with their sex skilled

hands Brazilian body rub Teadora she hot explorer or facials for your hair, "Go Hollywood" Shuemera she felt like a Dora soft hands so much more to explore.
Women with Rita Hayworth sexy red hair like Genie in a bottle more men to stimulate like my country farm cattle.Those popular hair treatment going first class sipping my bottle of Sex on the beach bubbl...

1.She's the Subrosa Bird worshipper
2. Tea Touch her "Teacup" 1/2 Tears.
Her power not to push her moving away from all the fears.
How many years to have so many secrets.Did the cat get your tongue?
The darkness of love how steep every time she takes a cat nap curiosity she stretches in her sleep she talks.
He watches her in her sleep All women stalk.So

much to talk about why such silence.The sounds got more intense.
This was a secret competition it is au fond to be grateful the actual secret coming out that’s you don’t bottle yourself up.
Getting yourself all worked up getting caps on your teeth.
Remember you have the potential you are the victory it’s in your hand but your eyes are your doorway ...

How the silence greeted her revelation he had this clock-wise reaction and Charlotte curved her position like a pendulum going back and forth. It was all she could say she looked up at him dancing with the golden flames piercing her eyes. She wasn't sure what to make of the time that elapsed like the war of the flow of clocks world. She hopes so strongly she

didn’t jump into his frying pan of words like trying to read the top of the hour newspaper trying to tell the time it’s like a second-hand clock. But first, most importantly we cannot turn the clock back to undo the harm it caused. But we certainly have the power to go with the flow to make things better instant solutions have a way of coming unstuck. T...

I do my homework as I treasure my seat on the full bus, on my way to the hospital, like I've been doing for the past three days. Papa has been sick for a long time, but he always refused to go to the doctor, because he didn't want to “waste” money. And it's true that it's expensive. Almost too expensive.

Suddenly, the bus jolts to a stop. A scraggly

line appears across my homework. I sigh. At least it's in pencil. I stuff the paper into my bag and join the mob of people trying to get off the bus.

Everything in the hospital already seems so familiar. I even recognize some of the nurses and patients. I reach 32 B and gently open the door. Papa is sitting up in his bed, staring at the wall. He sees me th...

Harvey bent slowly and stared at the red button. His ears were registering the buzz of the still alive engine located under the floor.

One push of the red button and the engine would unleash its conserved power and shoot Harvey and the capsule up in the lovely blue and inviting sunny skies.
Harvey touched the button gently with his forefinger which the

twenty years of ocean climate had turned into a skin-clad sickle.

The finger tip was slightly red. The result of the regular push-not-push exercise he had been enjoying for quite some time, including now. Harvey did not press the button. He did not break his routine.

Instead, he just giggled, trying to keep it down. Who would care really? There wasn�...

Down there is the city. Here, on the hill overlooking it, the shimmering lights and steady buzz of the city traffic come with a lag and somewhat subdued.
On the gentle slope of the hill lay prostrate a boy and a girl. They both stare up at the billion twinkles above them.

The eyes of the girl scan the night sky, trying to discern something.

“I

don’t see anything”, she says.

The eyes of the boy are fixed on a spot up there, in the endless. Whatever he sees in the starry endlessness mesmerizes him.

“Look really, really carefully”, the boy whispers in a while.

We follow the boy’s line of sight and we rise and ascend deeper, further into the cosmos...amidst planets...through galaxies an...

The fall didn't hurt, but the landing sure did. It must have been twenty feet. Maybe thirty. My ankles hurt. They weren't broken, I thought. Probably just sprained. I could move them but not enough to walk on. It was dark down here. And humid. Maybe there was water close by? I didn't hear any running water, but perhaps there was a lake? Even a puddle would

be okay. I just had to find it, and with no light, or feet to walk on, that was going to be tough.
Food would be nice too. I didn't know how long I had been there. I couldn't see much light. The hole I fell through was angled steeply. It was more like a tunnel, or a burrow than a hole.
That got my imagination running. What if this was a trap set by some h...

Adina is beautiful. That much is obvious.

If she is a character in a movie, she would definitely be the main character. The female lead that all the guys fall head over heel for, the one that all the girls are jealous of, but wish to be.

She walks with confident strides, her head up, back straight. And there is positively a halo surrounding her. When

she enters a room, you can imagine a pompous instrumental sounding as her theme song.

Not only are her looks magnificent, her personality is beautiful as well. Kind to everyone, she's not a typical Mary Sue though. She knows how to treat the haters who spread rumors and spout vile insults.

Maybe she is a fairy tale princess. The flowers bloom just f...

It was midday when things started going wrong.

There was no break in the cicadas’ cacophonous choir. The little creek kept bubbling and singing its song.

In the height of summer, time was almost at a standstill in the small town of Saundale. The humidity weighed everything down like molasses. Even the screech of brakes and angry honking of cars were

muffled.

Despite the dust, it was quite peaceful.
The world was just slightly off kilter. In the humidity was a tension, an anxious itch.

Anders huffed, trying to get the waistband of his pants over his beer belly. But his fingers were clumsy today and the belt just would not clasp. His gut told him something was wrong. He felt a little panicked. W...

'You shouldn't be here.' He said quietly, looking up from his position at the console.

'I, uh, I got lost.' He muttered back, hand still tight around the handle.

Mother always said it was curiosity that killed the cat, but he just had to see.

The man smiled and slowly pushed his glasses back up his nose. 'You expect me to believe that? You got lost

down four miles of tunnels? Who are you?'

'I'm sorry, I just-' He began, wondering whether he could slam the door and sprint the distance to the exit before they caught up with him. He didn't think so.

'So?' The man continued. Despite being interrupted, he didn't seem especially perturbed. Errol was frozen. Planted in place, locked under the gaze of th...