Adventure
AN UDDERLY DEVINE ESCAPE
The boy ran over the dry grass. He ran over the dusty road. He ran in the oppressive heat. He ran against the dry wind. Knobby knees knocking together. Scraped shins stinging. Dirt smudges covering his arms and legs. He ran to forget this abandoned place he found himself in. The cluttered farmhouse his parents had taken him to. A long lost relative that had died of some horrible virus sweeping the country. He ran to escape the adults fighting over money and personal belongings. He ran to erase the feelings of not fitting in at school.
By Lisa Brasher5 years ago in Fiction
For the Glory of the Stones
Percival the Bard glanced out nervously from the deep shadows of the barns farthest stall. A great hero had just arrived, the first to visit this remote part of the Fog kingdom in many long months, and Percival could tell in all his bardly wisdom that they were unhappy with the situation at hand.
By Nick Lehner5 years ago in Fiction
Dark Side of the Reef
The bright sun had begun to warm the calming waters of the Gulf of Mexico as a small fishing boat with two divers began their morning dive. One diver was a young man in his late 20s with dirty blonde hair and the other was a brunette girl about the same age. Each of them, adjusted their gear and checked their oxygen tanks. They made their way towards the stern.
By Trevor J Maguire5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Niall Cadfael MacLir
The man walked down the road and a dust devil danced around him, occasionally plucking at the sleeves, or corners, as if trying to get the cloak to dance with it. The road continued down until it ended in an intersection, in one direction it ran almost forever across the bald prairie, in the other direction it ended in a copse of trees. The outermost trees appeared dry and covered in dust, but within the shade they grew lustrously with vines stringing upward towards the sky. It was down the wooded path the man turned, and deep within, and off the path a ways he found an old oak tree, and there he made his camp.
By Jeremy Cavenagh5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Niall Cadfael MacLir
You do not recognise me, I see this, as you fumble about in confusion, grasping for some way of determining how I know these things”, the man said, a shadow of a smile curling about his lips. “I know I have been gone these ten years, but even my wife does not think my appearance has changed that much”>
By Jeremy Cavenagh5 years ago in Fiction
The Adentures of Niall Cadfael MacLir
The day was moderately warm, if you lived in Hell, the sun had burned off every imaginable trace of moisture, and any residue had been atomized leaving the day hot and dry, and everybody had sought the shade long since, well, almost everybody. A man walked into the town that day, the sun seeming to settle and light his hat like an otherworldly flame, even his shadow seemed to flit, ghostlike beside him, and those who saw him were not altogether certain whether he was real, or merely an apparition of the heat. The man stood about six feet tall, with deep brown hair cascading over his shoulders that danced in the breeze created by his passage. Looking at his mane you could not be certain whether it was truly long, or just looked that way. His coat long and dusty, looked like it had seen battle, or had been washed in a river of dust, perhaps both, it flowed long and barely did his boots show from beneath it. His trusted boots, battered and worn, and with many a mile wearing the soles.
By Jeremy Cavenagh5 years ago in Fiction
The Audubon Lake Diaries
I hate small towns. You can see the same person every time you walk out of your door. How am I supposed to find interesting stories to explore when that same person I saw at the grocery store is the clerk at the library? They know the same things! I cannot get a different perspective or make a new friend.
By LATANYA N CHATFIELD5 years ago in Fiction
A New Friend
Jess woke early that Saturday morning and tip-toed to the kitchen. She found the large red bandana, and lay it out. Careful not to disturb her parent's sleeping in the other room, she moved about the small kitchen picking out cookies, crackers, a couple of apples and then pieced together a bologna and cheese sandwich. She wrapped it in a paper towel, and placed it on top. Picking up the opposite corners of the handkerchief tying them in square a knot like her daddy taught her, being sure to tie the last one around the first to keep her goodies secure.
By Bobi Larson5 years ago in Fiction
Continuation of "The Power of Painting in Year 3000"
After experiencing a handful of turbulent months and a short period of grounding, it was time to move onto the next step. Answering the call to heroic adventure is not an easy feat, I guess it’s just as they say: it gets uncomfortable before real growth happens. It's quite ironic though, no matter how much hell Ako put me through I just couldn't help but love him. I made sure to wake up early today and soak in as much sun as possible. Meditated. Spent 30 minutes doing Yoga because I honestly don’t know what is ahead of me. I wrote a farewell letter to my lover in case I don’t ever make it back. Not that I would want to leave her, but sometimes we need to drop what is important to us for the greater good of humanity. *BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ* Ahh.. There’s the usual incessant buzzing of my phone.
By Patrick Oleson5 years ago in Fiction
Chickens
Serena looked in the old red barn and saw a large chicken coop filled with a few hundred harmless-looking chickens. But Serena knew better. She sniffed. The barn smelled of chicken poo and rancid fat. There a dozen chick heads sticking out of the straw on the floor under the chicken killing stand. If this old barn was the last clue in the $1 Million prize scavenger hunt, those chickens were modified in some ridiculous fashion.
By Toni Crowe5 years ago in Fiction
