Adventure
A 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.
By Bobi Larson3 years ago in Fiction
Continuation 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.
By Patrick Oleson3 years ago in Fiction
Chickens
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.
By Toni Crowe3 years ago in Fiction
Hamilton
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.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz3 years ago in Fiction
Legend from Mouseville
The summer heat was dying like the leaves on the trees. Gusts of wind whisk the fields of hay. Not so long ago, fresh bales roll across the scape of the horizon. A lull glow shined through the shadows on the field's edge. As the sun-kissed, the sky ever so gently in its morning rise.
By Opal A Roszell3 years ago in Fiction
The Escape
Krystal cringed at the sound of his heavy, drunken footsteps coming up the stairs. Shaking, sweating, her body filled with fear and anger-- she couldn’t take this anymore. She would not take this anymore. Snatching her go-backpack (saved for just this occasion), she slid out the window and quietly climbed down the trellis.
By Nanette Noyes 3 years ago in Fiction