Adventure
Welcome to HEATHERGATE
It has been two weeks since Garrett started carefully watching the workers on the field at the bottom of the creek. This creek starts at the top of the backdrop of Mount Geneve, for some reason Garrett sensed that something was wrong. Typical man, dressed up with dark brown trousers and jacket, slim built dark brown jacket, he looked like Indiana Jones to me. No whip, no hat.
By Chacha Jaramillo4 years ago in Fiction
Skimmer
The cool early spring night was nearly over. The moon had set almost two hours before, and the dark had settled in the velvety corners of a quiet suburban street. The loudest sound was the gentle burbling of the swimming pool pump, which had been started up just a few days before. The water was mostly still on its surface, with small clumps of sodden leaves gently eddying in the darkness from the current below.
By Thomas Webb4 years ago in Fiction
Of Thrones
One year since The Mother of Dragons had passed, The King of The North had managed to moved his numbers 100 miles north of the ice-wall. Snow had established a kingdom. The people were finding a way to prosper. The majority of which were human. The rest consisted of a mixture of northern creatures. There was an abundance of trolls, giants, fairies & more. A kind of harmony was established under Snow's rule.
By MONSTRONIK4 years ago in Fiction
Missing in Time
Friday morning, April 9, 2021, two weeks since you went missing. My life has been rotting to its core since you left. No matter what I do or where I look there is no trace of you. Where have you gone? Why did you leave me? Will I ever see you again? These are only half the questions running through my brain since that afternoon I went to our lunch spot only to wait two hours for you to never show up. We always have lunch on Fridays to celebrate the upcoming weekend. The last time I actually talked to you was the night before around 8 p.m. to make sure we were still on for lunch. Nothing from our conversation made me think you weren’t going to show up. After waiting two hours I decided to go to your apartment to see what was going on, but you weren’t anywhere to be found. Your phone was still on the nightstand charging. It is as if you vanished into thin air.
By Larissa Tomlinson4 years ago in Fiction
Parrots, pirates and poachers
In every pirate's story, there is always one of us perched on those rascal's shoulders. We looked so happy. Maybe some of us were, but the majority of us were either stolen or forced to be out on the open sea where there was nowhere else to be than on a pirate ship in the middle of some ocean somewhere.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
MR. X and Mrs. Y Cruising the Caribbean
Mr. X was alone at the deck, looking into the dark seawater of the midnight. An image of a lady waved in his mind. He did not dare to talk to her during the week of cruising the Caribbean. ‘She looks like a black widow spider eats the male after they mate. Yet she has an irresistible appeal that makes me sweat and causes my heart to beat fast,’ Mr. X did not have enough time to go further talking to himself. Mrs. Y came to the deck holding a glass of wine and stood not far from him looking into the dark seawater of midnight.
By Ayman Baroudi4 years ago in Fiction
Golden Locket of Peace
A heart shaped golden locket was found on the body discovered at the wreckage of the first saucer shot down when they tried to come in peace. The owner of the locket was a young woman and she was inside the saucer when it hit the cliff and exploded. All of her was disfigured and charred, except for this locket. I sense its importance to those who knew her and the nagging question of why she was on that saucer. Somewhere in the time between her getting on the ship and then being shot down, negotiations must have crumbled badly. What happened? Did they even know she was on the saucer? Could she have prevented what happened after?
By Jerec Velez4 years ago in Fiction
