Adventure
Piper Makes a Choice
It had been a long week and Piper was taking a break by the door. That bastard Rick couldn’t see her here, so she was safe for the moment.
Tree LangdonPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe 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.
Jeremy CavenaghPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe 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”>
Jeremy CavenaghPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe 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.
Jeremy CavenaghPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe 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.
LATANYA N CHATFIELDPublished 3 years ago in FictionA 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.
Bobi LarsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionContinuation 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.
Patrick OlesonPublished 3 years ago in FictionThere’s a Lion in My Barn
There’s a lion in my barn, that’s what I tell the bullies. They tease me for my muddy shoes, and for the freckles on my nose. They tease me for my chubby cheeks, and for all of my old clothes.
Hanna TaylorPublished 3 years ago in FictionChickens
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.
Toni CrowePublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Most Unlikely Of Friendships
“Oh no…no-no.” Came the thoughts of someone running away, she looked behind her to see the eyes of her chaser. Big wide ready to catch her.
Andrew FlanaganPublished 3 years ago in FictionHamilton
On one ordinary midsummer night, something happened that would relentlessly haunt me for the rest of my life. I awoke with a start at the shrill sound of a single scream piercing the night air. I quickly rose from my bed and looked out my open bedroom window. The county road was barely illuminated by two lights: the front porch light of our house and Hamilton’s flashlight.
Nicholas KleinhenzPublished 3 years ago in FictionBull in the Barn
Insects suspended in animation clung to the long strands of frozen grass protruding from the icy earth. Ants, spiders, caterpillars & worms all looked as if they just rolled through a bowl of sugar and had been encased in a sweet white grainy resin.