Adventure
That Strange Cry For Help
“Did you see that garden?!” “Did I?! Did you see the chick in white?!” “Bro, the one in white; that’s all I say.” Best friends Johnny and Marcus happily walked into the warm, dim lit bar they often visited after work and on weekends. “The hell are you two talking about?” Jennifer, a bartender and Johnny’s younger sister, sat drinking whiskey in a booth with her husband Frank. “We followed a rabbit down a hole.” Johnny said, hanging his jacket on the back of his chair before taking a seat, Marcus joining Jennifer and Frank In the booth. “Word? Then what…” “No! Drink.” Jennifer interrupted Frank, pouring drinks for her brother & friend. “If you guys are done following rabbits, are we ready for the fireworks tonight?” “Don’t you worry sis, Dad just needs to bring the secret box of fireworks he’s been collecting since January; otherwise, we’re pretty much set.” “What else Is missing Johnny?” Jennifer asked as she poured everyone another drink, knowing her brother was hiding something. “Nothing I just, I kind of wanna go back through that rabbit hole.” “Right?!” Marcus agreed with Johnny. “So, this whole rabbit hole business really happened?” “Oh indeed, suffice it to say we had a really good time.” Marcus drank from his cup. “Okay, so you want to go to another realm instead of the New Year’s Eve party our parents have been planning since last New Year. Is that what you’re saying?” Jennifer closed her eyes, rubbing her frontal lobes. “Just for a second! Have you ever seen a hookah smoking caterpillar? Cause we have and he was absolutely delightful.”
By Darnell King4 years ago in Fiction
That Strange Cry For Help
“Did you see that garden?!” “Did I?! Did you see the chick in white?!” “Bro, the one in white; that’s all I say.” Best friends Johnny and Marcus happily walked into the warm, dim lit bar they often visited after work and on weekends. “The hell are you two talking about?” Jennifer, a bartender and Johnny’s younger sister, sat drinking whiskey in a booth with her husband Frank. “We followed a rabbit down a hole.” Johnny said, hanging his jacket on the back of his chair before taking a seat, Marcus joining Jennifer and Frank In the booth. “Word? Then what…” “No! Drink.” Jennifer interrupted Frank, pouring drinks for her brother & friend. “If you guys are done following rabbits, are we ready for the fireworks tonight?” “Don’t you worry sis, Dad just needs to bring the secret box of fireworks he’s been collecting since January; otherwise, we’re pretty much set.” “What else Is missing Johnny?” Jennifer asked as she poured everyone another drink, knowing her brother was hiding something. “Nothing I just, I kind of wanna go back through that rabbit hole.” “Right?!” Marcus agreed with Johnny. “So, this whole rabbit hole business really happened?” “Oh indeed, suffice it to say we had a really good time.” Marcus drank from his cup. “Okay, so you want to go to another realm instead of the New Year’s Eve party our parents have been planning since last New Year. Is that what you’re saying?” Jennifer closed her eyes, rubbing her frontal lobes. “Just for a second! Have you ever seen a hookah smoking caterpillar? Cause we have and he was absolutely delightful."
By Darnell King4 years ago in Fiction
Lucid
I froze to death before the excessive bleeding from my leg wound could kill me. Well, it was probably more like a tie. It all took less than five minutes from start to finish. Losing consciousness is an… interesting experience. It’s uncomfortable and stressful, as though your fingers are losing their grip on the edge of a cliff and when your fight is over you are sent tumbling uncontrollably into the abyss of your mind’s safest refuge, darkness. It feels unnatural, as you fight to keep your awareness here, now, in the waking present. It feels like I imagine dying might feel. But then again, for me it did mean death, and die I did. I froze to death, and it’s the only reason that I’m alive today.
By Rob Cunliffe4 years ago in Fiction
No Time Like The Present
The world was out of control! Everyone knew it but no one could slow it down. Just like everyone else, I basically jumped on and went along for the ride. I had a nice job and a nice life. I had good friends and a great wife! I remember the day I said to my wife, I think I'm going to buy a smart car. She said, " sure Honey, whatever you want." Now that's what I'm talking about. A "Great" wife! I went down and bought a Audi A8. I loved it! Showing this car off was easy, because it shows itself off. That's what it's saying while it parks for you. "Check out these curves."
By Scott Sinderson4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3000 Part G
Everybody joined in for a wholesome breakfast and CJ provided shade, by elongating his branches and sprouting more leaves. “Hey Pops! Nothing like Italia’s home-cooked breakfast under a tree, right? Stick with us and you’ll never run out of anything,” CJ said with sincerity.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian of the Frozen Lake
Prologue: Long ago, there were three guardians who had control over the whole world. FireFox the guardian of all Forests, RockyLion the guardian of all plains, and Waterwolf, the guardian of all waters. The world was good. The Guardians were mighty and kind to every living creature for centuries, but one day an evil entity came upon the earth. It was strong and casted a horrendous spell over the three guardians which turned them to stone. The world became a dark void. Life was stripped away from all they had known. All through the world, the creatures had mourned the loss of their faithful Guardians, groans of sorrow were heard night and day. Although the world was caught in misery, an unknown hero had already arrived to save the kingdoms. For WaterWolf had born a child and named him Frost, it was all up to him to save the world and bring back the Guardians.
By Alisha D Coon4 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Angel
Country Road That crunch that fresh snow makes when you walked through it, was just an unmistakable sound. It was a noise that hunters longed for all year. A sign that winter had finally come in all of it's blustery white glory. Even though hunting season would open in November in most of the northern states. True snowfall accumulations never hit in most places until January or February. By the end of this story however, we would have rather skipped right to dog days of summer.
By Kristopher Langham4 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Realizations
It was a Sunday night, mid-January in the backcountry of Jackson Wyoming, and Emmet Faith was folding his tattered dirty laundry and preparing to tuck his belongings into the cupboards of his new house. Emmet sat there in his 1984 Dodge B-Series van parked on the side of a back road, which he recently spent three-quarters of his life savings on to convert into his first mobile space he called “home”. Emmet had traveled from Pennsylvania to Montana the week after his conversion van was completed. The life that Emmet dreamed of was not very concise or defined yet, but he knew he did not want to obey the norms of society and end up wasting his life away. Emmet had a strong passion for being outside, and he was determined to break free of the college path being pressured upon him. Emmet wanted to find himself and determine what his place was in the world that was approaching him so quickly.
By Brandon Rosica4 years ago in Fiction
Loud Thoughts
Joshua was gone. It’s the first time I've been alone with my thoughts since this whole mess had started. My body was heavy and exhausted. Overnight, my dark hair had become a tangled rat's nest drenched in sweat. I felt sick. My head was throbbing with pain, and emotionally, so was my heart.
By Gabriella Dawson4 years ago in Fiction
The Rememberance
He was an old man, even by the reckoning of his own people, and by any reckoning, they were long lived. Little now, did he remember of his people—only faded memories of glories past both in triumph and defeat that scoured the edges of his subconscious, desperately searching for the slightest crack through which to emerge, once more, into the light. In memories that were as old as his, there was nothing to be found but heartache—a great yearning for things that were so long gone they might as well never have existed. That’s how he counted his age these days. Not in years, but in the layers of sediment that had accumulated atop the fossils of his memories.
By Adam Diehl4 years ago in Fiction
The Chance Of A Lifetime
Kim’s fingers were bleeding, she held them out in front of her, but she felt nothing, completely numb. The nails on her left hand were broken and jagged, sticking into the ice, caught in the tracks left by her digging fingers, trying to claw her way out of this nightmare. Beginning to fade, she gazed up through the blood streaked layers, wondering if anyone would even notice she was missing. She struggled to stay at the surface, pounding at the ice, frantically looking for an escape from her icy grave. Her eyes began to haze over, and she felt her body sinking farther away from the top, into the darkness below her. The bubbles lingering around her mouth clinging to her lips, now began to float away from her. Rising to the surface and dancing under the ice. Her lifeless body slowly sank into the deep.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Fiction
