Adventure
Foreign to people Chpt. 8-11
Chapter 8: Casey nods her head at Julie's question and she runs off into the other room squealing. Casey walks into the next room over, I could see the whole room from this one. The room had marble floors and black granite countertops, there were a few different machines in the room,
By Abigail Wright4 years ago in Fiction
Spirit Adrift: Part I
Night came swiftly, settling its dark roots deep into the foundation of the sky, one of the few reliable patterns that marked an otherwise temperamental winter in its infancy. The solstice was a few days behind, and tonight, Lyel found himself strewn across a pile of mauve cushions neatly arranged around the mini space heater on the private terrace of his Brooklyn apartment. His skyward eyes tracked the movement of an orderly band of clouds in their procession north, their moonlight bath casting shadows on the city below.
By Nick Washington4 years ago in Fiction
The Hanging
Jason Stray wished the rope around his throat didn’t itch so much. He considered slipping his wrists out of their chains and scratching, but the guards might panic and try to secure him. It could delay his hanging and, well, that would ruin a perfectly nice day. Instead, Jason craned his neck back to take a final look at the sky. It was spotless, scrubbed clean of any cobwebby clouds. At this angle, the village’s chestnut roofs were visible, poking at the endless blue above them and blocking the endless blue behind them.
By Emy McGuire4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Bart Davidson, Planetary Prospector
Bart Davidson jumped to hyperspace, with a course set for the Cereus system, a region of the galaxy where he had been. He was looking for planets, moons, and asteroids that had significant deposits of valuable elements. The Cereus system was large and untapped for such elements. Davidson made his living by identifying deposits of elements and selling that information to mining companies. He also dabbled in smuggling from time to time, which inevitably got him into trouble with the Outer Rim authorities. He had been successful at bribing his way out of those predicaments.
By Daniel Pavuk4 years ago in Fiction
On the Run
On the Run The light in the car stayed lit for a few seconds after Will closed the door of his pickup. He had everything he needed for the night unpacked and was ready for a fire. Will was five years older than he was the last time he was in this campground, and he felt his age as he bent down to put a spark in the bundle of old man’s beard clumped beneath small sticks. A thin grey tendril of smoke rose from the tinder, and a small flame came alive on the end of a stick.
By Alex Bergland4 years ago in Fiction
Lilac and Daniel
She was sobbing, tearing through the forest. Her blue gown flowing behind her. Her dark curls whipped in the wind as she plunged through the trees. Gasping, crying, terrified and in pain, she pressed on. The chaos behind her shrunk in the distance, yet she knew she couldn’t have stayed to help. Daniel, her love, is dying.
By Dakota Wiles4 years ago in Fiction
Pathway Back
And all the kings and kingsmen, people of the village, queens, warriors, intellects, and commonfolk came together with the intention of setting out on a quest to help me find a way back to the light that I lost. So I stayed in the dark for 30 days and 30 nights, awaiting their return, And after all that time had passed I saw them emerge from the hills, smiles from ear to ear. I found myself perplexed and surprised as they stood before me to see that they had gathered several pathways back to joy. The kingsmen came first, layed out various literature for me, upon which I wasted no time plunging in, The Koran, The Holy Bible, Upanishads, and Bhagavad Gita. However to my great dismay after scouring through page after page reading texts over and over again, dissecting words for meaning and all, I still felt empty inside.
By Shanoon Occean4 years ago in Fiction
For The Order
Darkness had begun to descend on the one street village. The inn, already on the brink of being at capacity, was receiving more business than it usually would this close to harvest. The villagers had been given a reason to flood the tavern. It was rare that a village that was barely big enough to be on a map would get outsiders passing through. One had been enough to give the folk reason to gossip for a few days. However, when two more took up residence in the spare room above the tavern and started asking questions, it had reignited the gossip.
By Robert Napier4 years ago in Fiction
Traveler, A job well done.
I know for a fact that people think I am weird, I also know they are right. I am always in my head, always have been and this made growing up as the only girl on a ranch in central Wyoming that much harder. I am sure that this is why riding the summer range late in the season and checking the cows had always been one of my favorite chores. Done right, I could ride for days and not see another soul, just the elk, deer and occasional moose. My only company was the cows, my horse and whatever dog happened to load up as I was leaving cow camp. The work is easy, ride through the lease and count cows, check their overall condition and get a general idea of how long fall round up was going to take when the time came to truck them down country to the ranch for the winter. A couple of days spent with the trees, the sky, nights sleeping on the ground, peaceful, laid back and most generally uneventful.
By Jeanne Clymore4 years ago in Fiction
