Adventure
Green Is For Go
Captain Kellaway toggled the joystick, and on the other side of the bulkhead, the camera tracked slowly from the ship's bow to the stern. There were no people visible on deck and no lights other than the vessel's own. Some waves were topped with white foam that the camera picked up, but there was mainly little to see at sea. It was four hours since the attempted hijack and kidnapping.
By Andy Killoran3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Three: At The Edge Of The Forest
CHAPTER 3: Young Kira “Kira! Kendra’s hands lay resting on her hips while she impatiently called to her 13-year-old daughter. “One more time and don’t forget to breath before you release the arrow!” She flounced her hands in the air with frustration. “Again! Concentrate child!”
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA3 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of the Pear Tree
A wave of nausea flooded my stomach and radiated through the rest of my body like an atomic explosion. I made a desperate grab for my canteen as my horse and I traveled across the dry landscape of “Valle Seco”, The Dry Valley. The water was warm, but it was better than not drinking at all. I shook my head and quietly kicked myself for not hydrating enough in preparation for this trip. I of all people, should know better.
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA3 years ago in Fiction
So I Was Probably a French Fugitive- Part 3 and Part 4
I cannot stress the importance of not only your passport but quick maths. The Importance of knowing what’s going on linguistically and mathematically probably will save your ass. No matter the language, you should always know when you have to run or when you have to stay put.
By Kevin Martin3 years ago in Fiction
SOG
“Go to bed Sheena!” Nicole yelled from the bathroom. Nicole hated sharing a room with her little sister, who was 6 years younger than her. Sheena always wanted to play when Nicole wanted to sleep. Nicole could never understand why Sheena did not have her own room. Never mind her own room, just her own bed. The sisters shared a Queen-sized bed.
By LATANYA N CHATFIELD3 years ago in Fiction
The Museum Raider
This started thanks to a Tumblr prompt requesting a kind of "reverse Indiana Jones" action movie, where the protagonist steals sacred cultural artefacts from museums and returns them to the original owners. (Preferred casting for the lead: Lupita Nyong'0)
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Superstition
SUPERSTITION The Search for the Lost Dutchman By Billy Thomas Nick Waltz stood from behind the rock and wiped the sweat from his eyes. In the distance, he could see several figures standing in a clump, but couldn’t get a bead on what they were. It didn’t help that there was a heat refraction in front of these objects, blurring his vision. Adjusting his binoculars, one more time, he determined that the mysterious beings were merely wild cattle, staring curiously back at him. Hardy beings, Nick thought to himself, to be out here in the vast, unforgiving landscape
By Billy Thomas3 years ago in Fiction
The Chase
I tried to calm my breathing. It hurt to do so and yet, thinking of what the alternative would bring, I knew I could endure it. The slight shuffle in the brush behind me halted my breathing altogether. Petrified I stood as still as one could, waiting for the next indication I was still being pursued. Or hunted? Was I prey? Certainly felt that way. My hair stood erect on my neck and arms, coupled with the fact I was in flight mode, averse to my usual fight mode nature. I knew I couldn’t possibly fight this, it. I was prey, nothing more or less.
By Kay D. Wrytes3 years ago in Fiction