Adventure
Susan's Pond
The tiny green traffic light blurred by the wintery mist glowed in the distance. Its glow was a stark contrast to the dark black sky and the glistening white frosted ground. The irony of what it represented struck me. The green light, a future and a hope for freedom glinting and winking, almost knowingly, at me signaled my go ahead to take that leap and finally leave behind the pain and guilt of this place which held me captive for so long. Yet, all the memories of fun adventures before that one fateful night were like the contrasting of the pure white snow that glistened like a billion tiny diamonds in the moonlight against the black sky. They conflicted me and froze my plans and life like an icy prison.
By Dorothy Adams5 years ago in Fiction
Out Into the Real World!
“I’m moving out!” Allan declares. The idea is spontaneous, yet his voice possesses an utmost determination. Allan graduated high school not more than an hour ago, and he had just gotten home. He stands on the driveway with both his parents under the front yard pear tree. The three had yet to step inside.
By Nevin Louie5 years ago in Fiction
Once Upon a Book Hunt
It happened without preamble. The sound was unlike anything anyone could prepare for. Equally difficult to describe as it was memorable, I still struggle to put it into words. It registered as inherently sick, a sound that shouldn’t be heard, a signal of immediate crisis. It coincided with a head striking tiled flooring as a body crashed headlong like a felled tree in a serene meadow. The body seized on the ground. Of course, I didn’t know what seizures were then.
By Danielle Stoller5 years ago in Fiction
You and I Aren't so Different
Sam and Ben stick their thumbs up. They’re not happy about anything, only tired. It’s been a long couple of months on the road. They stand on the highway’s shoulder, burdened with all their possessions stuffed into backpacks. They wait for a driver. They have no money.
By Nevin Louie5 years ago in Fiction
Sublime Lights
I will never forget that moment when it all began in Fairbanks, Alaska, where my spouse and I had the initiative to take a deserved vacation in that state in North America. I had always dreamed of going to Alaska, (I know it sounds crazy because of how cold it is, but it doesn't matter) it has the most beautiful landscapes in the entire universe and the most wonderful forests where almost everyone is used to camping during the weather and warm temperature. Not only that, Alaska is one of the most majestic states in the U.S. and the World, not only for its ecological system but also for the nocturnal moments that seem like a fairy tale; its starry nights and northern lights. It seems awesome to you, right?
By Anyelin Mejia-Rosario5 years ago in Fiction
Enchanted in Ice
My grandmother always nagged at me … “Dody, don’t you go out on that ice. That old pond is out to get us. And don’t you be thinking I’m a crazy old lady, I know this to be true.” So I listened to her, even though I thought she was a neurotic worrier. But that day, there was another voice in my head.
By Soleira Green5 years ago in Fiction
The Long Thaw
Winter had been long and near from over. Currently was heavily snowing and the winds were 35 miles per hour. I looked out the window and could barely see the street. It was mid February. Football had ended a few weeks ago, with the Colts defeating the Cowboys 16-13. A field goal. 5 seconds left in the game led them to victory. 1971 was in my senior year of high school. Hoped to leave for Penn State in the fall. There I would be taking Criminal Justice and Forensics classes. As for today, there was no school. My buddies and I were going to get our sleds out and head to Buckingham Pond. Many were headed down to the back roads to race. We were going to hit some trails. Maybe flee across the pond. The snowmobile market was at it's peak during this season. Sometimes the cops would try to hound us, but sure they were in on the fun. The pond was familiar to the town. Others would be ice skating and playing in the park. We would keep our distance. Buckingham Pond was long and stretched through woods. The skaters would complain the ice was bumpy. It's natural for ice to freeze this way. Tales were told, the ice formed this way because of a witch had put a curse on the forest. It's said her water boat had sunk to the bottom. No one is quite sure what happened to her. Soon as this pond thaws. We were going to fish around for clues.
By Janet Rouge5 years ago in Fiction
Freedom For The Innocent
The investigators were relentless with their questions but considering the lives that were counting on her, Dawn refused to even consider answering them so she continued staring into space while frantically thinking of ways in which she might come out of this without ending up in jail.
By Alicia Stacey5 years ago in Fiction
