Adventure

A Keeper and Giver of Moments
Life is procedural. So are films. So is filmmaking. Life is growth. The addition of time and chance and action and lessons. Life is small. And big. Fleeting and monumental. Fast and slow. Life is yesterday. Life is today. Life is tomorrow. Life is many things. Most of all, to me, life is all about the picture at the end. Moments and circumstances are pixels and puzzle pieces; only beautiful as a complete ensemble. That’s why we watch films. We get to see totality. A complete circle. In my creative journey, I am seeing a circle about to complete – my passion for storytelling through filmmaking is becoming a possibility. I first fell in love with films. Then I learned how to write thoughts. Then I learned how to write poems. Then I learned how to write songs. Then I learned how to tell stories. Then I learned how to take photographs. Then I learned how to communicate and work with a creative team. Then I learned how to paint. Then I learned how to write scripts. Then I realised that in all of this – I had learned how to make films. Life is procedural. So are films. So is the creation of a filmmaker.
By Azuoma Obikudu5 years ago in Fiction
The Taken Road
Tirah pulled in a harsh breath through her mask, back pressed against a ruined brick wall coated with soft black moss. The sky was darker than usual for this time of day, acid-green clouds bright with lightning drifting across the grey like a veiled threat. Gods-damned Gildeds, staining the sky with the foul pollution that spewed from their precious Domes!
By Monica Shortell5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #18 Going back the way you first came in...
You go out of your way to inform Jordan what you have found on the map, the haunting in the washroom if your go back the same way you came up the stairs. It is the pissed off Ghost Mom looking for her Baby! Do you really want that pissed off Spirit going after you and locking you in the bathroom! Know need to think that one over for very long! “Hey Jordan, did you notice that map tells us there is a haunted washroom going back this way?”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Westlanders
The Ramshackles unfolded in front of them as they came over the hill. Only one of the towering skyscrapers, which climbed hundreds of feet into the air, maintained its original structure. The rest of them had bits chipped out of them, and a few looked as though their tops had been sheared clean off.
By Justine Sparks5 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Souls (Short Story)
Hello, my name is Elaine Kali and I have special abilities. When I was ten years old the U.S. Government took me away from my family, my home, and my only friend, Malakai Thanatos. I was scared and confused at the time. They told me that they’ve been watching me for several years. Everything I’ve done and said, they already knew. They were like the super-secret stalkers of all time, but in reality they were just secret service agents.
By Khaliah Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #10 Native Lands
Once crossing the threshold into the Sacred Native Lands everything around you now feels different; a good, peaceful and calm feeling. You immediately start absorbing energy around you, giving you a form of rejuvenation within your soul. As though being lifted to a higher form of spirituality, a better understanding of all living things.
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
DESTRA ISLAND
DESTRA ISLAND Destra island, also known as the land of the lost souls. Destra island is a place where no human would love to be. The legends have it that people who end up going there tend to bear endless suffering and pain which eventually led to death. Many have explored the island out of curiosity but ended up paying the ultimate price. Lawmakers around the world even passed laws that forbidden people from visiting the Island but that didn’t stop people from exploring their curiosity.
By Clinton Agude5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #7 head around hospital to check out that odd looking pathway
You and Jordan make your way down an overgrown dirt path circling around the North side of the hospital. Its almost like a forest from all the different trees and green foliage, such a beautiful sight.
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
The Age War
The Age War: My name is William Ecclesiastes Schumacher and I am not alone. From around the country, we’ve converged. Washington, DC. Over two million of us. United. In protest. We protest the never-ending wars, the skyrocketing national debt, protecting the environment, and the lack of action on any issue important to our generation.
By Josh Hirsch5 years ago in Fiction
Operation Doomsday Diary
In 2025, 14 years ago, a solar flare caused an electromagnetic pulse that resulted in the death of my parents. They were driving when the event occurred. A person driving an electric vehicle lost control and hit them. Many people died that year. Some died of starvation, some died from lack of heat. Most industries shut down. It became the responsibility of smaller communities to harvest food and take care of livestock. It became illegal for any portion of a person’s property to just be grass. Any available space in the suburbs was turned into miniature farms. Times were strange back then. The internet stopped working in most locations. Cellphones and landlines weren’t back up for years. The postal service was in high demand. Gas was impossible to find. Most people just settled where they were. Hospitals did what they could, but the only group fully prepared for an event like this was the military, having been warned of an event like this after a man-made version occurred decades ago. In the 60s, a high altitude nuclear explosion took out Hawaii’s power grid 900 miles away from the test site. After that, the military poured billions of dollars into protecting their bases from an EMP event. As a result, anyone with a military ID automatically had access to the best of everything after the event happened. However, most people received their electricity from private corporations. These private corporations refused to spend the money to protect against EMPs beforehand, so when the event occurred, anyone outside of a military base was instantaneously sent back to the 1800s.
By Jennifer Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
Wizardcraft: Murder Hornets
I have made a grave error. This must be one of the worst timelines to find myself trapped within. Hundreds of thousands of years I have lived. Exploring every inch of this planet. Collecting every morsel of magic. Becoming the most powerful creature ever to stand the Earth. Destroying all who challenged that notion.
By Green Onion5 years ago in Fiction
A Walk In The Snow
It had been twenty years since the EMPW’s (Electro Magnetic Pulse Weapons) had destroyed any semblance of normalcy; and Aras couldn’t believe how arduous the hike, so far, to the ocean was. Air travel no longer worked and routes that had once been easily drivable, were warped and broken; walking was the best means of getting from one place to another. Aras had left Albany, New York in hopes of finding relatives in Osterville, Massachusetts on Cape Cod. With every step, the visions of hugging and better yet, talking to a friendly face, strengthened the resolve to make it home. Figuring an average of 10 miles a day, Aras reckoned it would take about 25 days to complete the trip. The plan was to arrive on Christmas Day, as long as there were no life threatening, obstacles to overcome.
By David X. Sheehan5 years ago in Fiction