Adventure

The Legacy
High in the rafters of the cattywampus old barn, first one golden eye and then the other opened in the absolute blackness of a moonless night. Old Owl spread sharp talons pushed off the beam perch. The small, furry critters that shared the old barn as their homes scurried between cracks, into open knot-holes, beneath scattered straw . . . anywhere safe and unseen from those see-everything-that-moves-in-the-dark eyes.
By Katy Doran-McNamara5 years ago in Fiction
Marigold
It was a lovely winter’s day. The sun shone strongly without a cloud in sight, but there was little warmth in it. The Autumn leaves were still falling from the trees outside (well past their due date) and Claire couldn’t help but marvel at the simple beauty of it, despite her circumstances.
By S5 years ago in Fiction
Saved by Lucky Charms Marshmallows
Jamie wasn’t a kid anymore. She knew that as soon as her eyes opened on her 13th birthday, and stared disdainfully around at her childish room with its soft pink walls and glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. This would all have to change, she thought.
By Rhye DeWolfe5 years ago in Fiction
The slice of life
The start of something new Today was not only my 13th birthday 🎂, but also my first day of High School. I had so much anxiety from the night before that I almost forgot about my the big one Three. Not my G-ma though! I call her that instead of the traditional Grandma . She always makes my birthday’s special! It’s been just me and her since I was 5 years old. This morning She had that feeling something wasn’t right. What can I say she wasn’t wrong. Over the summer, I pick up some pounds and zits working at The local Bakery. 13 pounds up and 13 zits oh the irony. “What’s wrong baby?” She asked with concern. “G-ma do you think I’m handsome?” “ Boy look in that mirror! I see your dad’s beautiful dark brown eyes and my daughter’s gorgeous smile. I’m gonna have to beat the girls off with a stick” we both laugh she always knew how to make me feel better. “ Today is your special day , now go and seize the day!!! I packed a special birthday surprise in your lunchbox” As I run and catch my bus 🚌 I had no doubt my day will be alright. My first day as a freshman this is the start of something new!
By Emmanuel Bryant 5 years ago in Fiction
Alone
”I hear it ringing,” I shout downwards towards the bottom of the tree. “Mom, I have no cell sevice, and I just climbed a tree so I could Quickly ……aaaaaaa” I feel myself falling and try to reach for the branch but the cell phone was in my hand. My feet and now hands are trying to find a branch. My head hits a big branch on the way down, and then everything went black.
By Leslie Strom5 years ago in Fiction
Paloma Sells Chocolates at the End of the World
A little red wagon skirted across the desert, sand floor, one wheel squeaking harshly in the unrelenting heat. It was almost noon judging by the waves forming over the distant nothingness. Paloma, 10, a little chubby, with coffee-colored ringlets trudged along, slowly, wearily until she came across a Joshua tree and stumbled under what little shade it provided.
By Casia5 years ago in Fiction
Continuation of The Power of Painting/ Part B
We proceeded to walk to the backside of the barn and came to a dead stop when we reached the wall. “So?” I said, blaringly.
By Patrick Oleson5 years ago in Fiction
Redefined Waves
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” I held my nauseous stomach with one hand, while steadying myself with the other on the edge of the boat, hoping it would help me feel better. It didn’t.
By Amelia Carter 5 years ago in Fiction
The Way the Cake Slices
She opened the fridge in a hurry. In the front was a slice of chocolate cake, but that was not why she was here. She reached out and snatched up all the waters, placing the bottles into her bag. The thought of grabbing some canned goods entered her mind, however; her bag was too heavy already. She headed for the basement door. Sliding a small rug to the side, she lifted the wooden door. Climbing down the stairs was a little treacherous considering the weight of the water she was carrying. She unloaded and headed back upstairs for the canned goods. She spent the whole afternoon in this loop: upstairs, downstairs, upstairs, downstairs. She wondered when he would be home.
By Nanette Noyes 5 years ago in Fiction
Charlemagne
Paul stared vacantly at the wreckage surrounding him, trying in vain to piece together what had happened. He remembered being on the deck of the whaling ship, looking at the vast ocean before him through the thin, blue wisps of smoke from his cigarette. He remembered hearing the thunderous bang from below and the searing heat that instantly scorched his back. He remembered being thrown from the ship, the sensation of flying before crashing head-first into the black sea, the panicked flailing for the surface for anything that could be used as a flotation device, and the relief of finding refuge on this large piece of the ship.
By Lloyd Farley5 years ago in Fiction
Frank The Shark's Bubbles
Near the Island, Oahu lived a legendary Shark name, Frank. Ramsey was a boy who lived on the island who discovered Frank one day while swimming. It is rare to see a Great White Shark in Hawaii, cause its waters are warm. Sharks normally like cold temperatures waters. Ramsey was a boy, who was ten years old who loved to swim and surf on his mother‘s private beach. Every Summer Ramsey would visit his mother on that private beach, his mom was a CEO of a World-renowned company that produced rare orange material fabric, dyed from her Orange Hawaii marigold garden on the island.
By Mariann Carroll5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Scallywag the Sea Dog, Part 4
IX We sailed through the night on the chippy sea south of the Coral Islands. It was a tense time, both because there were probably pirates following us, and the Coral Islands were known for many shallow, rocky areas. We could easily run aground.
By Ted Lacksonen5 years ago in Fiction