Adventure
Eternal Flight
"The heavens are so close and yet so far away", I said as I prepped our hovercraft, Shadow Walker, for what was to come. It would seem that being of primordial existence once thought to be a myth, was spotted by the denizens of my kingdom. Fear, wonder, and even anger all intertwined in the council. They argued for days and sometimes even into nights about what must be done about this situation. Weeks of deliberation were cut short when a tragic event had occurred. The news broke that the chieftain's family's home was burned to the ground -- Thankfully they were away when the fire started. This event immediately placed the blame on the unknown flaming body patrolling our skies. An operation, that was years in the making, was planned to eliminate the target.
By Antonio Sanchez4 years ago in Fiction
Fool's Gold
The satchel was fastened tightly to the harness, tucked securely under a side flap. I could only guess how the coins sparkled, how the jewels glistened. Their twinkling rattle delighted me as they shuffled together within the large pouch. I couldn't wait to lay my eyes upon them.
By Maddy Newt4 years ago in Fiction
The Right To Refuse
As the ground fell away beneath us, I started to relax, leaving my worries back down on earth, where they belonged. We - my conference-bound co-workers and I - had made it through the airport with a minimum of drama or delays. I found it worth mentioning, because that was rarely the case, given who we were travelling with. Lila was seemingly allergic to things like forward planning, and had never met an inconvenience too small to raise a stink over. Because she was the CEO’s niece and the daughter of the company's biggest investor, her problems were made into our problems, even when we wanted nothing to do with them.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Window Seat
It’s always been tough for me around this time of year. People say the high you feel from true love can be one that's hard to get rid of. That explains why I haven't been able to move on. I would sleep away the day in hopes to see her in my dreams. But my therapist told me excessive sleeping isn't healthy. I remember asking her if it's normal to wish you were dead just to be united with your partner. Her answer was one that I didn't want to hear but ultimately needed to because it was true. She said a life without love is not a life at all. She went on to say the love I lost and keep trying to recapture or relive is evidence that I still have more love to give. A part of me wants to believe her yet I can't help but feel like I would betray Eileen.
By Rudy Avila Gonzalez4 years ago in Fiction
Frank, Supernatural Travel Agent
The blue sky, dappled in puffy white clouds flew past the window like some fantastical alien landscape. It was absolutely beautiful and any other time it would have transfixed me with its poetic beauty; but not this late summer afternoon.
By Alicia Anspaugh4 years ago in Fiction
Robin in Flight
Robin kicked herself for letting her passport expire. She’d wanted to escape to somewhere more exotic but had to settle for a flight to Miami. From there she could figure out the rest. One step at a time. It had been about an hour since takeoff and the flight attendants were coming down the aisle with pretzels and drinks. Robin very politely asked for some ginger ale to soothe her upset stomach. It wasn’t motion sickness, but something else. Fear? Anxiety? Paranoia?
By Leslie Writes4 years ago in Fiction
Drama in the Skies
It was a perfect day. The sun was shining and filled with white puffy clouds. It was going to be a great day. That’s what I told myself when I left the house. I reminded myself, happiness is a choice, and it will be a great day. I’m not anxious about flying; I feel oddly calm tens of thousands of feet above everything. But I am anxious about pretty much everything else. Everything normal people are not anxious about, so I have conversations with myself.
By Heather Dotson4 years ago in Fiction
Lore's Promised Adventure
Hundreds of miles had been left behind, yet Lore still pumped his tired wings. They were still weak from decades of not working them, and the battle had added to the heaviness he now felt. Along with his ebbing strength, so was his adrenaline.
By Nikki Torino Wagner4 years ago in Fiction
