Adventure
The Wish
The Wish It started like any other day. It did not end like that. By the end of the day your life will have completely changed. You decided the night before that you were going to go for a hike in the morning. Before you leave you make sure you have everything you need.
By Jeremy White4 years ago in Fiction
A Touch of Freedom
By Clive Thomas When Cole awoke that morning, he wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary. The apartment was the same; compact, shabby, paint peeling from the walls. The grey venetian blinds were still somehow hanging together, concealing the dusty window that gave him some privacy from the apartment block opposite. He dragged himself up, tossing back the doona at a weak attempt to make his bed. Boiling the kettle, he dropped a tea bag in his cup, which was still dirty from the night before. He had run out of detergent and wouldn’t be allowed into the supermarket for another couple of days. Cole scribbled ‘detergent’ on a scrap of paper. Hopefully, there would be some left. So many items were rationed it was ridiculous. But not as ridiculous as the latest laws.
By CLIVE ANDREW THOMAS4 years ago in Fiction
A Boy, A Bear, and A Blanket
I “Come on, Beary! Let’s keep going,” the boy says. The nine-year-old boy is running through the woods, holding the stuffed bear’s paw. As they weave through the trees, the boy’s shaggy blond hair sways back and forth like an upside-down tree in the wind. His hazel-green eyes shift back and forth as he searches for the best route between the trees. They run and they run and they run. They approach a small fallen tree and the boy easily climbs over the lumber, but the bear is not able to. In an attempt to climb over the collapsed tree, Beary falls down and cuts his arm open, causing stuffing to stick out.
By Reagan Freeman4 years ago in Fiction
Court
Adjudicate: pronounce or declare judicially. The judge was not lenient. She did not like the accused or what he did. She did not like anyone for that matter. But it seemed to work out for her anyways. In a court of law she was the top dog. They left the grill open again. Lazy baseturds. It wouldn't help anyone with it being in the weather. But i digress. And it follows the symptoms along with it.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
Secret City of the Sun
Chapter 2: Charleston and Belle Boyd My introduction to Charleston, South Carolina, came in the form of a dramatic incident, as our steamer approached the harbour mouth from the northeast. It was mid-morning, as Dane and I were gathered with several other passengers in a small lounge near the galley, where a steward was serving tea. The regular rhythm of the steam engines, and that of the side wheels in the water, were suddenly punctured by a sharp, metallic bang, and a shuddering through the hull of the ship that almost tossed the tea samovar off its table.
By Mark Newell4 years ago in Fiction
The End
Warren wasn't sure if he liked this situation. It was the end of his revolution. Burning and phosphorus in the background. All he could to keep from floating around by the miasma of syphers. He could skinny-dip through but that didn't seem to fit his style. Maybe years later he would report this to the 5-0. They didn't seem to care sometimes. Other times were not so lenient. Look at all those leaves floating around. All these people were getting into his bubble, but it didn't seem to bother him anymore, not like it did before.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Adventures Of Squeakity, part 03
(Before we begin this next installment, it should be mentioned that Squeakity’s enclosure is actually a hard plastic child's swimming pool surrounded by garden fencing that was designed to keep rabbits out. The bottom half of the fencing is comprised of 1x2 inch square wire holes, whereas the upper part widens out into 3x3 inch squares. This is how she is able to climb out of her enclosure, in her stories, and embark on her many adventures.)
By Sheila Sellinger, Author4 years ago in Fiction
Seafaring Flames
Phweet~ A clear high pitch sound echoed across the vast blue ocean, emitting from a tiny golden whistle specially designed to have a unique tone. A large ship rocked on the clear waves, the whistle’s owner sat perched on the bowsprit, legs dangling off the sides. With one arm wrapped around the teenager with a snaggle toothed smile blew the whistle once more before letting it drop down to his chest and dangle on it’s silver chain.
By Crystal Ayers4 years ago in Fiction
Siren's Speak
The faded green rowboat slowly glided across the still water of Pirate Bird lake during a misty early morning fog. Ripples slowly danced across the water's surface in a triangular formation and disappeared into the darkness. The silence was only broken by the muted clunks of wet wooden oars moving in oarlock sockets wrapped in linen and the soft sound of paddle ends skillfully dipped into the water in steady repetition.
By Thomas Durbin4 years ago in Fiction
A Flash of Red
The engines of the Boeing 737 roared as it picked up speed going down a runway at Houston International Airport. The nose rose, and soon the suburbs quickly shrank away. As we neared cruising altitude, the land disappeared entirely, replaced by the azure waters of the Caribbean Sea. After a while we changed seats so both of us could have a turn gawking.
By Ted Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
