Adventure

Who are you
Erica struggled in her sleep, tossing, and turning, as she waged a literal war in her brain, her dream came alive so vividly, but she was completely in control of the wicked masterpiece unfolding in her slumber. The killer in her first three dreams had turned into a talking barn owl that had much to say about how Erica was living her life. She was not doing anything wrong, per se, but she was not exactly excelling, either.
By Michele Montague Witte4 years ago in Fiction
The Wanderer's Lullaby
Part 1 - The Wanderer I remember the warm wind upon me as a child. It would sneak into my robes, run along my skin, and cool all the spaces that struggled to breathe against the radiating heat of the desert. For its gift, the wind had a cost, and would take my strength as its own for its long unending journey…
By N.J. Yan4 years ago in Fiction
In the Dark of Night
The courtyard was empty. Not a single light shone from the surrounding windows. The moon was the only source of illumination but was blocked periodically by the dark clouds above. Rurik shivered as he leaned against the wall of an apartment building, his hands deep in his pockets to keep them warm, and his head protected by a bedraggled ushanka he had found in an abandoned home.
By R.C4 years ago in Fiction
Traveler, Lost
A man walks on the side of the road. I’m not sure where to begin. I’m not sure where anything began. All I know is I have been traveling for as long as I can remember. I’ve never been tired. I’ve never been hungry. I haven’t even been that bored. I’ve seen most of the world and It’s beautiful.
By William Sander4 years ago in Fiction
That Lunar Demon
Scratch had heard stories of the demon as a child. As an adult he still heard them. They all did. The elders passed down the tales of their lost loved ones to the youngest of the tribe while those caught in the middle dealt with the truth of the matter as best they could.
By John Dodge4 years ago in Fiction
who saved who?
Riding down the long driveway, passing several trees, leaves blowing in the wind. Colorful flowers and high grass along the white picket fence. Horses running parallel with our truck as we pull into the roundabout looking up, I can't see the top of the house. I see my grandma and grandpa walking down the front porch with lemonade and whiskey in their hand. I'm allowed to have a glass of cold lemonade, but grandpa tells me the whiskey is for a special day. A special day? When the time comes, he says. Mom and dad grab their stuff as we begin to walk in the house. We open the screen door and the smell of grandma's cooking makes my stomach wake up as I throw my shoes off running into the kitchen, chasing the smell of banana muffins and wedding soup. I grab my stool and then grandma and I are standing above the stove. She opens the oven to heaven and I get stirring on the soup. Since it's the first day, the windows are wide open and the food is not the only thing we can smell and we all start laughing.
By The Modern Aristocrat4 years ago in Fiction
The Burning Of An Early Fall. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
I heard men arguing in the distance, their voices muffled by the violence of the weather. The year was late, and the snow was falling heavily. The night was black and cold; the moon and stars hid behind the clouds. I put another piece of wood on a small fire I had attempted to start. I got up and walked over to one of the covered wagons we were traveling with and rummaged through the various items stored in the back until I found the firewood. I grabbed four pieces, walked back to the glowing orange fire, and put them on. I put my hands closer to the heat hoping to warm them. Then, I heard screaming coming from where the men were arguing.
By Elijah Wells4 years ago in Fiction
A quest for a name
The winter moon has passed and the young warrior is set to face his trial to become a full warrior of his tribe. The old medicine man has prepared a guidence ritual for him, as the next day would be start of his journey to adulthood. The entire tribe had come for the ritual and to wish him well. He was excited, once he completed his trial he would earn his new name and take his place amongst his people.
By Christopher Beale 4 years ago in Fiction
The Angel-bird
A white flash in the dead night chill cut in front of her eyes like a sabre. A sharp, involuntary inhale pricked the young woman’s lungs, and a slowly released breath steadied the terrified thump in her chest. It was the ninth week she had been sleeping under the stars outside any semblance of village limits. She wrapped herself tightly in the dirt streaked bivy that kept the elements outside where they belonged. Or at least that’s what it used to do before making camp a few nights ago in a bramble-packed field. The next night’s rain greatly contributed to the sour mildew currently floating through her sinuses, but right now that stench was the only flimsy safety she could cling to.
By Troy Ozuna4 years ago in Fiction
Dust and Wings
The guilds were having an emergency meeting. Edith Picklethwaite, 10th Field Fairy of the Tooth collector guild had had her wings stolen. This placed the entire fairy empire in a precarious position. “Order, order,” cried Chancellor Maben of the Dust-maker guild, “we need to move quickly and we won’t get anywhere with all this gabbing about.”
By Gemma Hart4 years ago in Fiction
To Love an Owl. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
She looks like a walking marshmallow, or perhaps a movie starlet. The coat smells like wealth. She couldn’t tell you what wealth smells like, only that this is it. An ephemeral thing; when she tries to catch the words, they flicker away. But her body knows, like it knows the smell of snow.
By Erin Friederichs4 years ago in Fiction
Tony the great bright Owl
Today was like no other day I recall. Sure I woke up brushed my teeth, slow danced to the sweet tunes of jazz music, while having a fresh cup of coffee. As juice wrld lyric blurred in the background I heard my dog grizzly fuzzing at something or someone. I turn the music down. I put fresh water in his bowl and fill up on his favorite blue Buffalo. The sun is glowing bright Orange through my window curtains. As I walk pass I open the blinds, Letting the sun rays and the beauty of another day fill my Rv. My grizzle bear which is a foot tall and 2 1/2 pound dog is full of energy and ready for his morning bathroom ritual. He’s a jack russell and Chihuahua. He’s only 16 months and best friend a man could ask me. I put some snacks and notebooks in my book bag then I put on grizzlies vest, and his lease then we head out the door. It was still chilly so I ran back inside grabbed my coat, shades and some gloves. Grizzle barked in delight, ready to get on with our morning walk. As I started my Apple Music and took off. I Recognize how beautiful of a day it was. The wind was blowing just right the clouds were at a uproar moving at a fast pace. Yet the sun illuminated the background so well, Almost as if it was humming it’s on Symphony. Inviting the day. As we cross the street heading towards the park entry we exchange Our hellos and good day to neighbors. Hitting the main road it’s nothing but the sun and Noisy cars. We go up a quarter mile take a right head back into sun set trail park. Grizzly is barking at squirrels as I notice a figure in the tree about 30 yards away from us. On second look I can’t believe what I’m seeing a beautiful orange, black and white barn Owl. It hasn’t must notice us quite yet, then bark, bark, the Owl looks at us like he was Startled ankle feels. It was a sense of amusement in his eyes. He jumps to his left opens up one wing and lets out a large screech. Shook his head and his feathers as I grabbed grizzly to shut him up from barking. Tony the great bright Owl is what I called him. We exchanged eyes for a small moment which felt like a long Eternity. He flipped his head in a different direction started flap, flap, flap, flap, and then he was gone. I Decided to take a second and thing about what all happened sense I woke up. As we started back walking I couldn’t help but feel a Certain thrill about today. My heart was racing, a Unknown calm had undertaking me. So we stopped at a bench as I pulled my stretch book out and started to recall my encounter with Tony the great bright Owl. As grizzly layed beside my leg wore out and happy his best friend was off from work. My hands began to craft his outline. Trying my best to Display all of it’s beautiful features. Which I know I never could. As I began too stare off my mind wings set there course too. As I reflect on the good I’ve done and something’s I could’ve done better. I realize every opportunity is the only opportunity I got and will ever need. To capture a moment it’s to experience it in all of its fullness. Just like Tony the great bright Owl. I have wings and so do you. We have to set our course and take flight regardless of who’s watching or talking about you. Take flight
By Donald Ali4 years ago in Fiction