Adventure

Forbidden Nashinoki
Once upon a time there lived a beautiful huge pear tree named “Nashinoki” that sat in the middle of the forbidden forest where no outsider could ever set foot here for it was forbidden, even if anyone tried to enter they would be struck by lightning for not following this one rule in this land. This very tree was the only home to thousands of birds and fairies, in return they took care of the tree and it of them. They defended it, loved it, prayed to it and believed in it.
By Corinne Del Cid4 years ago in Fiction
When the Bough Breaks
It was the summer of 1976. The welcoming glow from the radiant sun warmed my body as I skipped through the sprinkler with my neighborhood friend, Stacy.
By Lori Armstrong4 years ago in Fiction
Warped Pears
I awakened to my heart beating and the sound of my feet being drugged across the floor. Lights were flickering in and out. I thought to myself where I could be? Why can’t I move my body? A loud screeching noise seemed to fill the halls. How was I moving? Who had me? As I they turned the corner my body flew forward. Slumped down into my knees I could see my feet resting as if I was being pushed in a wheelchair. A hand reaches and yanks me back into a seated position. I could hear low muffles as I was being pushed down this long hall. All the doors seemed to be shut. How did I get here? I asked myself. I couldn’t remember the last thing I was doing. Or place I had been. What’s Happening to meeeeeeee!! My thoughts poured out of my mouth into a yell. “shhhh”, “you must be quiet”. Whispered a voice. “Where are you taking me”? I said frantically. “Shhhhhh”. “Who are you”? I asked. “Help, now keep it down or we’re gonna get caught”. “Where am?” I feel a pinch in the side of my neck. Everything became blurry again. Screech! Screech! Screech! (Darkness)
By Melanie D1V1NiTY Montgomery4 years ago in Fiction
Fragrant Wildflowers with a dash of Temptation
It is a beautifully glorious sunny summers day. Perfect for a sprightly hike in the countryside. After a really long walk, I finally found a picturesque spot to laze in the sunshine. The English landscape with its flora and fauna has outdone itself today.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Anne and the Pear Tree
Anne was a little girl when she learned not to talk about her tree with adults. No one believed the four-year-old when she told them the tree tickled her fingers. Tickling was what she called it when she was small. Now she knew the tingling sensation was the tree’s way of letting her know it was alive and that it was her tree.
By Toni Crowe4 years ago in Fiction
Pear Tree
The pear tree provided shade for the entire Bear family now sitting on a blanket enjoying a Sunday picnic. Not too far off, the charred remains of the old barn captured their attention as if it were a television playing in the background.
By Cyrus Emerson4 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Remembrances of a Simpler Time
"I could run like the wind and ride my bike like there was no tomorrow. Oh, I loved to ride my bike." Matilda smiled, brown eyes twinkling under lavender plastic-rimmed glasses and cotton-white hair as she remembered herself as a young girl in the 1930s. Quickly I looked for something to write with, something to write on. When she started out this way, there would be a story erupting soon. If not a cogent story, then wisps of memories - names, places, events - that I could weave together later through both gentle urging and more pointed questions. This was family history, and she was the last of that generation to tell it.
By B.B. Potter4 years ago in Fiction
Piloting, Pants, and Airships
"Miss Evangeline Forester, how do you plead?" The voice said in a bord drone of a public official as he shuffled papers and glanced fleetingly at the young woman. The woman didn’t answer the prosecutor but instead directed her statement to the judge.
By Kat Dehring4 years ago in Fiction
Four Seasons
Time Four seasons, is about a ten year old boy, that remembers his childhood, on a family orchard. Ten year old peter, and family, work on, a family orchard, surrounded by, pears, apples and other farm fresh foods. Peters dad micheal, helps his brother joseph, run the orchard. One day, joseph, asked peter to grab some pails, and follow him. Once they arrive at the orchard, they begin, to pick the fresh pears, from the tree. They take the pears and head back home. During the walk back, to the house, joseph tells peter, they’ll be harvesting the fruits soon, to trade for other goods, at the county market. The next sunday, peter, watched from the kitchen window, as his father and uncle, attended the harvest, with others. The fruits were picked and harvested. They would trade, for cotton and other goods from the town market
By Latoya Lawless4 years ago in Fiction
WINNING V GAINING
Somewhere along the blurred lines of creating a masterpiece which nets you a winning celebratory purse, and finding the heartfelt words to happily convey them, I seem to flounder. Is it the nagging little bugger on your left shoulder, contradicting the voice of reason sitting on your right shoulder.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
The Pear Tree
Sauntering aimlessly through a halcyon plenteous garden was Lark and her newly Lark sauntered aimlessly around through a halcyon, barren garden in hush cogitation with her roommate friend Esme.
By Ellie4 years ago in Fiction
Bard, Chapter 1
“There’s bandits in the woods,” the barkeep said blithely as he wiped down the counter. “Roaming bands that fall on travelers, strip ‘em of everythin’ they’ve got, and leave ‘em for dead.”
By Rena4 years ago in Fiction