Adam Carden
Stories (13/0)
A Load of Bull Part III: Back on the Trail
"There he is!" Gexis Eralasar said, pointing his great axe in the direction of the tavern just as a man in a blue cloak disappeared inside. "Finally, I will have my vengeance and reclaim lost honor in the name of clan Eralasar!"
By Adam Carden3 years ago in Fiction
A Load of Bull
We had tracked our target down by word of mouth from a tavern patron at a nearby town directing us to these ruins, but things had gone bad. I'm not even sure how things could be much worse, other than the fact that the mad sorcerer had attempted to turn me into a steaming pile of bull dung and failed. Instead he managed to turn me into the bovine itself, and for that, at least, I am thankful. However, things did manage to get worse.
By Adam Carden3 years ago in Fiction
Rain and Marigolds
Bright green eyes opened to the bluest skies they had ever seen. Billy, a small, freckle-faced boy, sat up under that blue sky in the middle of a large, green open field. Although he was unsure of how he arrived in this beautiful place, he felt wholly unafraid and full of awe. He stood and felt a gentle breeze blow through his dark brown locks of hair as he wiggled his toes in the soft grass.
By Adam Carden3 years ago in Fiction
Mortimer the Shark
Mortimer wasn't necessarily the smartest of his kind, but he was certainly one of the biggest. Compared to some creatures his life was almost never dangerous, and very simple over all. He supposed he liked it that way, but he never knew any other way, and his interactions with other creatures was generally very short-lived and didn't involve much conversation. When he was hungry, he ate, and he ate everything from squid to tuna, and sometimes even dolphins or other sharks. Mortimer had no fear of anything, for what had he to fear?
By Adam Carden3 years ago in Fiction
Tommy's Gift
Little Tommy Thompson lived alone with his mother in an old duplex on the outskirts of an old, poor town. Once off-white walls and light blue curtains were darkened with nicotine stains from the earlier inhabitants and lead-based paint cracked and flaked around the windows and doors. The floor in the living room and bedrooms was made of creaky stained hardwood, scuffed and worn from decades of use. The kitchen floor was covered with aged yellow and brown linoleum, and the layout of the small space was such that the oven sat between the washer and dryer, making it nearly impossible to run the laundry and cook at the same time.
By Adam Carden3 years ago in Fiction
A Home for Oreo
The warmth of his mother and his mewing siblings greeted the tiny black and white ball of fur into this world, along with the smell of old hay on the dirt floor and wood nearly a century old with surprisingly little rot and termites for its age. He mewed and rolled from his back onto his tummy, latching onto his mother for the sustenance of her warm milk just as his only-slightly older brother and sister had done. Once they had their fill the mews subsided as they snuggled as one into peaceful slumber.
By Adam Carden3 years ago in Petlife
Serenity in Nature
The sound of waves lapping against the sandy beach is the only noise for miles at night on this small island just off the North Carolina coast. A cool breeze caresses my skin and ruffles my hair, bringing with it the smell of the salty ocean. Gazing across the open sea I see the moon reflected, shining on its ripples as it hangs in the sky with the night stars - a sky far from the light pollution of our cities. This is serenity.
By Adam Carden3 years ago in Earth