Adventure
Tempest on the Deep
He was a maritimer. His father was a maritimer and his father’s father was a maritimer. He lived and breathed the maritime provinces and the bounties they brought. For three generations now his family had fished off the shores of Nova Scotia and the sea had been good to them. He loved being a fisherman, the air permeated your lungs and nostrils until the only thing you could smell was the salt of the ocean. The waves rocked your boat back and forth, sometimes lifting you so high that if you looked straight out from the wheelhouse all you could see was sky, and then crashing you back into the ocean. It was better than any amusement park ride. The pride you felt when you had had a great catch and your hold was full as you motored your way back home was unlike anything else you felt. Your chest puffed out so far you thought it was going to split wide open. You beat the sea, provided for your family, and survived another trip. You were a man.
By T.D. Zummack4 years ago in Fiction
The Underground
The air was crisp as it brushed my cheeks, you could tell summer was coming to an end when my leather jacket stopped being enough to keep me warm on my late night escapades. The city of lights was fairly quiet for a friday night, I looked around to make sure the coast was clear before hurrying down the dark alley that lay in front of me. My helmet tucked under my arm I shuffled pulling my gloves off and shoving them in my back pocket.
By Sarah Lujan 4 years ago in Fiction
Artist Unknown
Dedication To the one I love and had to let go of: The Pirate-Cowboy-Prince It started when I was little. Shiny things, pretty things caught my eye. It began with flowers and rocks. Butterflies and mushrooms. I remember once my mother hit the toadstool I had found in the yard out of my hand before I put it in my mouth. “That could be poison!” She shrieked. That was when I learned at the age of five that beautiful things could be dangerous. I didn’t learn my lesson though.
By Lauren Colgate4 years ago in Fiction
The Abominable Eggman from Anteggtica
The Abominable Eggman from Anteggtica Last winter I was drawing the beautiful mountain scenery of Antegggtica, when all of a sudden something terrible happened! Some THING, big and ugly, jumped out from behind the bushes and slashed my drawings to bits! I remember it all like it happened yesterday…
By Megan Bald4 years ago in Fiction
Easy 8
This is a story about cowboys, bullfighters, and bulls. The story is set in the arena where bull riding is taking place. The reader will experience the different personalities of each bull. The cowboy has to ride the bull for eight seconds without getting bucked off. A piece of cake, right?
By Carrolyn Foster4 years ago in Fiction
Man From The Shadows. Content Warning.
Man From The Shadows Olive cracked open the door of the rundown shack where she and Beth, her younger sister, were hiding. The air that rushed in was cold and crisp, carrying with it the subtle warning of doom. An eerie fog hung thick and low over the cobblestone road that ran past the rickety old dwelling. Weeds forced their way through the cracks, but showed no sign that the Dark Elves of Evrade had been pursuing them. She knew differently, though. For the better part of six months, they had been running. There was something in the air, though; the energy of the night was more electric somehow. She could still feel the threat that pressed in on them, but there was something different as well. She narrowed her eyes to try to see beyond the shadows.
By Valdeara Wallberg4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunter
Taras K’ark made his way through the forest carefully as he watched for motion among the treeline. Although thankfully, there was nothing but it didn’t change that he remained on high alert. He looked off towards the younglings as they were with the other Hunter who was telling them the kinds of plants that they could and could not eat or harvest. Taras for his part was not paying attention to what the old warrior was saying, his pale face hardened from years of hard work. There were three diagonal scars across his face and he was blind in his right eye and he was missing his left arm but even with all of that, there was no one who knew plants better than he did.
By Savier Silva4 years ago in Fiction
