Adventure

Zara Chen stood before the blank wall, her breath catching in her throat. Where her mural had been just yesterday—a vibrant phoenix rising from swirling ashes—there was nothing but a flat expanse of beige paint. She reached out, running her fingers over the surface. It was smooth, as if her artwork had never existed. “What the hell?” she muttered, glancing up and down the alley. A few early morning commuters hurried past the entrance, but no one paid her any attention. Zara pulled out her phone, scrolling through her gallery until she found the photo she’d taken upon completing the mural three days ago. There it was in all its glory—twelve feet of color and life. ...

Lena Frost squinted against the harsh glare of sunlight on snow as she surveyed the jagged peaks looming ahead. The familiar weight of her pack settled comfortably against her shoulders, a stark contrast to the uneasy feeling in her gut. She glanced sidelong at the man beside her, taking in his eager grin and brand-new hiking boots with a mixture of irritation and concern. “Last chance to back out,” she said gruffly. “Once we start up that trail, there’s no easy way down.” ...

The old floorboards creaked under Mira’s feet as she tiptoed down the hallway, her backpack slung over one shoulder. She paused at her mother’s bedroom door, listening to the soft, rhythmic breathing within. Satisfied that Jenna was still asleep, Mira continued her silent journey to the front door. As she eased it open, wincing at every squeak of the hinges, a cool predawn breeze ruffled her dark hair. Mira slipped outside, carefully closing the door behind her. The street was deserted, the houses of Copper Creek still slumbering in the gray light. ...

Mia Chen pressed her face against the cool glass of her bedroom window, squinting into the darkness. There it was again - a faint, pulsing glow coming from old Mrs. Grayson’s backyard. Mia had first noticed the strange lights a week ago, but tonight they seemed brighter, more urgent somehow. She glanced at the glowing numbers on her alarm clock: 11:42 PM. Her parents would kill her if they knew she was still awake. But Mia couldn’t shake the feeling that something weird was going on next door. Mrs. Grayson hardly ever left her house, let alone ventured into her overgrown backyard. So what could be causing those eerie lights? ...

The first rumble came just after midnight. Mira Patel jolted awake, her heart racing as the bed trembled beneath her. Earthquake? She fumbled for her phone, squinting at the bright screen. No alerts. A second tremor, stronger this time, sent a framed photo clattering to the floor. Mira leapt up, maternal instinct overriding confusion as she rushed to her son’s room. “Ethan!” She flung open the door to find the 12-year-old already sitting up, eyes wide with fear. ...