Adventure

A Penguin New Year
The Three little Penguins New Year By John Matthews Another year was ending, Christmas had come and now passed. The “2022” New Year was on its way. Three Little Penguins Mumbles, Harvey, and Pierre have just finish celebrating Christmas at their Aunt Mimi house in Boynton, Beach, Florida and were wondering what they do for the New Year. They decided to go up North and visit Aunt Marie, in Philadelphia. Mumbles told them about the famous New Year’s Eve Parade with the Mummers. Harvey and Pierre lived in Florida and never seen the Mummers or traveled to Philadelphia. Mumbles told them about the Fancy costumes, String Bands, and dances they performed in center city. It would be a unique experience for Harvey, and Pierre to see for the first time. The Three Little Penguins told Aunt Mimi that they wanted go to Philadelphia and experience this tradition. Aunt Mimi contacted Aunt Marie and made the arrangements for Harvey, Mumbles, and Pierre to travel to celebrate the New Year holiday up North. The penguins were excited and couldn’t wait to arrive and see all this for themselves. They each went to their room to get some sleep before traveling the next day to the Airport for their new adventure.
By John Matthews 4 years ago in Fiction
A Walk
Marnie teetered on the bump where the carpet from the living room met the warped hardwood of the kitchen. Her mother was cooking breakfast. The tune from an old country-western song made its way from the radio and washed over Marnie’s mother. She started the hum along to the chorus.
By Tiz Moore4 years ago in Fiction
People Watching
Alice spent her nights, her afternoons, her mornings, and every time in between in awe of a woman who left her. Though in her mind, she was never left, or abandoned, or forgotten, like everyone tried to tell her she was. Her mother was called on a secret mission, left with the impossible choice of her family or her country. Or, she was an undercover spy, sent to spy on the daily lives of Americans and got too far in when her home country called her back. No, she never could have just -- left. Every afternoon at exactly 3:00, Alice would go to her favorite cafe in her town in Pennsylvania and order a pastrami sandwich, always making sure to add extra mayo. She’d sit at a table in the far corner, the one that always had the most light, with her notebook, eagerly jotting down notes of the possible past lives of each and every person that walked through the cafe doors that day. Maybe, just maybe, one of those people would be her mother.
By Ivy Mars4 years ago in Fiction
A FAWN & HER MOON
There was once a Young Fawn who lived under the careful watch of her father Sun and mother Moon. The Fawn loved to play outside all the time. She adventured in the forest throughout each day, inspecting plants and wildlife she came across, taking notes and studying. With the Sun always watching her, she would find shaded areas to hide away because he was an angry Sun. He shone down bright and hard, always reckless, always hopeless. He truly was a hotheaded and selfish Sun. Each day the Fawn would hide away from him, waiting to cuddle up under the protective and comforting light of the Moon.
By Miranda Wanamaker4 years ago in Fiction
The Mortal Tartarus
"RUN MALAKAI!!!" Yelled Samuel as he led the way. "DON'T LOOK BACK!!!" However the young lad had already made that foolish mistake. The boy glanced over his shoulder to see nothing but horror chasing after him. Three monstrosities, all sporting the same ghastly features. Big burly frames, all running on four legs with horns sprouting out the top of their heads and backs of their legs. Their constant barking and chomping exposed their long and jagged yellow teeth, which just like their black fur, was stained with the blood of their previous victims.
By Jelen Mango4 years ago in Fiction
DANNY
When I look back now, my childhood was full of what I’d call rural gothic horror. We weren’t like kids today, who are tethered by smartphones and GPS. We pretty much did what we wanted, so long as we weren’t caught.
By Catherine Kenwell4 years ago in Fiction
Permafrost
Prologue Page #1 Young Faun girl #1 My mother says I'm special because I was chosen by the elders! Young Maru turns back to see the other children talking.
By Marshall BranMuffin4 years ago in Fiction
The Nightingales Over The Orchards
I: The Texan’s Wife The low, howling wind across the American plains, indistinguishable from the lonesome cry of the stray coyote, carries the scent of iron and blood rippling through the seas of tall grains. The storm clouds overhead, rolling and crashing thunderously into each other, fill the darkening plains skies with cracks of jagged purple lightning. Major Robert Stone sits on his speckled and scarred, half-blind horse and watches the storm roll east. He takes in the scent of the iron, a nearby battle has just ended and nothing fuels Stone more than the smell of death. He has much ground to travel if he is ever going to catch his bounty and heads off into the brewing, storm-filled night. The year is 1863. Look around you. You are here.
By M. S. Quinn4 years ago in Fiction
A Perfect Society
Revja was the kind of woman that flew under almost everyone's radar. She got good grades but never really felt the need to excel in academia. She knew she was smart, and she doesn't feel the need to prove it. Since Revja is now twenty-five she is now in her final year of society preparations at Rigby. Rigby University and Quarry is a federally funded live-in academy where all members of society learn the rules and roles of the social order. Revja was just tall enough to survive sorting, yet not quite tall enough to draw attention from the sea of people in the halls and corridors of Rigby. Coasting was the game here. “I just need to graduate” a mantra uddered through the halls as the semester wrapped up. Revja started making her way to the dining hall, her hair militantly pulled back, her uniform pressed, she was someone who never got in trouble but she also knew to never push her luck. Laser-focused she settled in her seat, the final days of classes feeling heavier than usual. While the other students frantically prepared for The Summit Exam. she couldn’t be bothered. She knew I was gonna pass, she always does. It’s what fate she would serve if she didn’t get the score she wanted.
By Maria Sanchez4 years ago in Fiction
The Moon Goddess
His friend’s eyes had glossed over. A new personality had joined them. The alcohol settled into his body, bringing forth the inebriated version of himself. His tone of voice increased and a lack of focus was unquestionably present. It seemed as if his friend had no cares in this world, which, sadly, he knew wasn’t true. Rio observed his old associate with sorrow. They sat face to face at the sticky table in the beer tent. The smell of old beer splattered all over the floor made Rio uncomfortable. He had joined his friend out of sheer pity, which now, he regretted. He watched as his friend gulped down the last bits of his stale beer and bang the glass on the table. He reached out for the pretty waitress.
By Nadia Iris4 years ago in Fiction
The Monks Have The Leads
The lead list came in. Nitre, excited for a new beginning, even with rising anxiety. He did not expect the twist though. "Viking and you will be visiting these leads. We want to show off all your friendly faces!" Toledo said excitedly, thinking this was a revolutionary idea. Toledo, the boss, always presented old ideas as new.
By Owen Blake4 years ago in Fiction
Email to Humankind
*Publishing this email on Vocal because why not* If my calculations are correct, this email should reach you around the year 2022, and in your most spoken tongue.
By Sterson Stepha4 years ago in Fiction