Adventure
American Savages
The world is full of hidden marvels, and great wonders. Everyday it seems there is some new discovery; A whale who is the first of his species, a flower that was thought to be extinct, an atom that can be split and weaponized, an unidentified deadly bacteria discovered in a melting glacier. I was twenty-seven when I discovered my own hidden wonder of the world. Boogie Blue Darling, the dame that never looked down. Peculiar, I know. It sounds even a bit insane. How could one walk peering at the clouds through their oculars? How could someone like that survive in society? Boogie did, with grace even. Upon first glance one wouldn't be able to notice Boogie’s ornate posture. I was three beers into my night when Boogie sauntered through the Inn's shabby wooden doors. I watched as she walked right past the gawking eyes, head held high all the way to the bar. Small brunette tufts of hair peeked out from her beanie
By Misty Atchison4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000 Part 6
Augusto's face lit up delightfully after hearing that a Cona Vight went down after eating some of the chocolate cake. "This is fantastic! You have completed the other half of the research. Now none of us have to risk our lives in order to figure that out," Augusto said.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000 Part 4
Italia brought us to the heart of Sweetie Pie village after telling us a story of a time in her youth, where she cleaned the negative energy away and drained the power from a dog-shaped dark spirit by lighting sage in the household where the spirit made its habitat.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000: Part 1
Ahhh… Snuck away yet another delicious cafecito on the clock, thanks to the one and only welcoming Andrew. He makes the best coffee and brings the best conversation to the table. He’s a very neat and particular individual, who specializes in making button sculptures.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000: Part 2
Continuation of The Power of Painting in Year 3000 After experiencing a handful of turbulent months and a short period of grounding, it was time to move onto the next step. Answering the call to heroic adventure is not an easy feat, I guess it’s just as they say: it gets uncomfortable before real growth happens. It's quite ironic though, no matter how much hell Ako put me through I just couldn't help but love him. I made sure to wake up early today and soak in as much sun as possible. Meditated. Spent 30 minutes doing Yoga because I honestly don’t know what is ahead of me. I wrote a farewell letter to my lover in case I don’t ever make it back. Not that I would want to leave her, but sometimes we need to drop what is important to us for the greater good of humanity. *BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ* Ahh.. There’s the usual incessant buzzing of my phone.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
Thaw Creatures
Introduction Living Conditions It is the year 2097 and almost 73% of the Polar Ice Caps have melted since the completion of "The Vast Shift". In 2032 the Earth's axis completely switched polarities and melted the glaciers. Most of what is the northern part of North America is at the North pole and under what is remaining of ice. The sun moved closer to the Earth and humans are unable to live above ground. They can soak up the suns energy and grow food in the shade, but if a living being were to step into the direct sun, they would receive major fourth-degree burns.
By Angela Gerber4 years ago in Fiction
Pinkie Promise
Pinkie Promise When Mary and her family decided to go the country to visit her grandmother, she’d not been pleased about it. She love her grandmother dearly, she tell the funniest stories and make the best meat pie and chocolate pudding, but Mary wanted to stay in the city and spend her time with her friends but her mother said they have to visit where she was born because she’d been away for nearly fifteen years. Her grandmother had been the one to always visit them but now they have to visit her.
By Atong Alor4 years ago in Fiction
Inheritors Of The Ancients
Chapter 1 The Call The urge had come to him late in the evening. It started off small, a longing look out of his bedroom window. The moon looked back at him, almost in invitation. Jauron thought to himself how he wouldn’t have been able to resist going into the forest if he had tried. This was not his normal escape into the woods. It was a discovery! Every cell in Jauron’s body screamed – launching each footstep forward. The desire to press onward was so strong, it was almost painful. It would not allow him to stop, even for a moment. He had to keep going. The anticipation was exhilarating, though a bit alarming. Jauron hardly ever got this excited. Normally, he tried to maintain a controlled disposition. It would be inaccurate to say he lacked emotion. It was quite the opposite…Jauron’s emotions could run wild. Hence the need for control. Already he could tell that whatever control he had would be tested to its limit.
By Jonathan La'Frank Hairston4 years ago in Fiction
