Adventure
Death Waits Another Day
Human nature is very much like a child, able to adapt to change at a moment’s notice, yet resists that change with the whole of their being. The history of the human race is rife with such sentiments, all to its own detriment and demise. Andy was never one to wax philosophical, but as he stared into his glass of synthohol, its greenish hue matching what he imagined was the color of his upset stomach, he shrugged to himself and thought that now was as good a time as any for it.
By Anthony Stauffer5 years ago in Fiction
The Winter Offering
His fingers twitch as he taps his golden rings against the armrests of his throne. He is a restless ruler, perhaps even impatient, so Tec feels her mouth turn dry and her heart quicken with nervousness as she waits for him to speak. She wishes she could tilt her head to seek the face of her mentor in the hall, but she remains frozen with her head dipped and eyes trained on the ornate floor.
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction
Does It Mean The Same To You, As It Means To Me?
The building was conventionally impenetrable. Every security measure. Built from the most durable, resilient materials. Every inch crawling with armed security comprised of the world's most skilled and lethal military forces.
By Timothy White5 years ago in Fiction
The Tiny Ticket Puncher
First Hector tried sweeping away the snow with a whisk broom, but it was laying too fast and heavy. Nearly two inches already covered the sidewalk. The weathercaster had called the system a “Canadian Clipper.” He needed his sidewalk clear and salted. The school bus would be pulling up any minute.
By Gale Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Faces of the Deep
The children never liked playing at the pond. Something happened at that frozen place that scared the hell out of them, and the parents played it off as mere enthusiasm. The frightening rumors spread like wildfire, and the little ones believed it. The ice skates were stored year after year in every village home rusting as they spoke of the faces they had seen: faces in the deep.
By Aaron Michael Grant5 years ago in Fiction
Open water, closed minds. How one woman, the Sea, and a Dangerous Shark changed an ancient, outdated rule in one intense adventure.
Seychelle was just 20 years old a day ago. Her namesake came from the Achepallago Seychelles, a large grouping of many small islands off the African coast, and was given to her (she always thought it was a weird name) by her mother, whom she had never known. Seychi (her around Island nickname) was told all the time that she looked just like her gorgeous (always big emphasis here, she thought she looked like Caps.) mama. She had come to accept that she most likely never would meet her Mother, as she was a renowned Marine Biologist off to save the World's Oceans far away. Seychi decided long ago it was 0kay, what and who she had was fine for her, it was cool what her mom did; after all, she was out to do pretty much the same. Yes, she had her very own idea of how she could make a difference during her stay on the planet. Suddenly remembering through her soggy Birthday haze, she had brazenly stated to her closest people what her "Grand plan" really was. She, Seychi aka; "Fishfin" was going to become a U.S. Coast Guard rescue swimmer. She recalled that after she finished speaking, you could've heard a pin drop. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with several emotions at once. She was relieved that she had told everyone, terrified that she had committed and could not, would not turn back. Seychelle was well aware of the percentage of successful female candidates to males and she did not really mind. After all, wasn't she just like her mother? As she continued to think through what she had said, how her friends and others she cared for reacted, she became more and more sure of herself and that her decision to become one of the few females to attempt becoming a full ranking U.S. Coast Gaurd rescue swimmer was the right one. Seychelle to0k a deep breath and hopped out of bed to make her signature Cuban Coffee "Fog Breaker" for Dadso before he started grumbling louder than his stomach.
By Susan Hoeflich5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Man and the Track Star
It was the last meet of the year. All I could think of was beating Gil. Throughout the year, he was the unattainable speedster. Senior year was my last chance at redeeming myself as one of the best high school quarter milers in the city. How can I be the best if Gil was still one of the best. He was the unattainable, unreachable mountain. My predicament reminded me of that story we read in English class. I never understood it then but I can see the comparison all too well now.
By Tomas Alejandro5 years ago in Fiction
Project Tiger Shark
"All hands on deck, I repeat, all hands on deck. Report to your muster stations for departure." At the boarding plank, Mary Alice kisses her sweetheart Aaron Johnson one last time. Embracing the moment which both of them know may be the last. Hope is all they have to hold on to. With the good faith, this mighty ship, the USS IOWA, will bring him home safe from the war. With a tear in his heart, and courage from his soul, he marches up the boardwalk plank and into the battleships hull.
By Doreena Starr 5 years ago in Fiction
