Adventure
Missing in Time
Friday morning, April 9, 2021, two weeks since you went missing. My life has been rotting to its core since you left. No matter what I do or where I look there is no trace of you. Where have you gone? Why did you leave me? Will I ever see you again? These are only half the questions running through my brain since that afternoon I went to our lunch spot only to wait two hours for you to never show up. We always have lunch on Fridays to celebrate the upcoming weekend. The last time I actually talked to you was the night before around 8 p.m. to make sure we were still on for lunch. Nothing from our conversation made me think you weren’t going to show up. After waiting two hours I decided to go to your apartment to see what was going on, but you weren’t anywhere to be found. Your phone was still on the nightstand charging. It is as if you vanished into thin air.
By Larissa Tomlinson3 years ago in Fiction
Parrots, pirates and poachers
In every pirate's story, there is always one of us perched on those rascal's shoulders. We looked so happy. Maybe some of us were, but the majority of us were either stolen or forced to be out on the open sea where there was nowhere else to be than on a pirate ship in the middle of some ocean somewhere.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
MR. X and Mrs. Y Cruising the Caribbean
Mr. X was alone at the deck, looking into the dark seawater of the midnight. An image of a lady waved in his mind. He did not dare to talk to her during the week of cruising the Caribbean. ‘She looks like a black widow spider eats the male after they mate. Yet she has an irresistible appeal that makes me sweat and causes my heart to beat fast,’ Mr. X did not have enough time to go further talking to himself. Mrs. Y came to the deck holding a glass of wine and stood not far from him looking into the dark seawater of midnight.
By Ayman Baroudi3 years ago in Fiction
Golden Locket of Peace
A heart shaped golden locket was found on the body discovered at the wreckage of the first saucer shot down when they tried to come in peace. The owner of the locket was a young woman and she was inside the saucer when it hit the cliff and exploded. All of her was disfigured and charred, except for this locket. I sense its importance to those who knew her and the nagging question of why she was on that saucer. Somewhere in the time between her getting on the ship and then being shot down, negotiations must have crumbled badly. What happened? Did they even know she was on the saucer? Could she have prevented what happened after?
By Jerec Velez3 years ago in Fiction
Running With Wolves
As I trudged heavily through the snow, dutifully following this miracle wolf, my mind wandered. My steps were mere reflex, an old habit long learned. It was like the conscious part of me had switched off and my body was just going through the motions; except that my brain was managing to recall my entire life and play it for me like my own personal movie. Dispersed between the feature program were random ad breaks of haphazard cerebrations and meaningless drivel that, at other times, I would have called “shower thoughts.” Then, on top of all of that, I found myself pondering the meaning of life; that age-old question that we spend our entire time on this Earth trying to answer. Here we were, possibly at the end of the world, and what had I really achieved? What would be the mark that I left on society? Would it be a symbol of art – a thing of beauty that would be admired – or merely a stain, an ugly demonstration of my failures to be mocked and spat upon? My brain kept going like this, on and on until it eventually circled back to the wolf. Again, the word “angel” confronted me. I shook my head. It was impossible, yet as if it could hear me, the wolf stopped and faced me.
By Chanelle Joy3 years ago in Fiction