Adventure
Whatever Tomorrow Brings
It was half past 4, with little time left before daybreak. Alone, hungry, and exhausted, Laurel was driven to keep going. The sun would rise in a few hours, and she would be unable to complete the task her grandfather had started years before.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Fiction
The Heart in Chaos
It has been almost two years since the world was thrust into chaos. First there was a war which led to an outbreak of a deadly plague. Once the plague was controlled and a cure was found another war was fought for said cure. The outcome of that war was the world being torn into pieces with leaders rising from the ashes and making new colonies. New colonies with new rules and a new way to run things which made them not get along. Instead of breaking out into another war the two colonies decided that they would be peaceful and just divide the land. The people got to decide which side they wanted to live on, but once they picked a side they had to stay there forever. However, there were a few outsiders who just roamed wherever they pleased.
By Rebecca Hackney3 years ago in Fiction
Hamish the Protector
Standing before the great statue of Hamish the Protector, the Saviour of the Wastelands, Trevor was dumbstruck with awe, his mind as thick as molasses. — I can’t believe we found him Honey, he said to his wife whose name, coincidentally enough, was Honey. — All hail our great idol, said Honey. — All hail the Great Protector, said Trevor. Flies flew in and out of their mouths with free abandon as the pair stood gaping at the colossus.
By Ben Debney3 years ago in Fiction
Raptor Hunt & Mesoamerican Adventure
What do you know about raptors? We are refined prime predators. Quick minds make rapid adaptors. They’ve been around since dinosaurs. Now we've flight & in the sky soar! We’re a feature of much folklore. We now protect the bald eagle. Their true nature is quite regal. To hunt them in now illegal. I did once shoot a red-tailed hawk. Upon death we felt a soul shock! A somber truth no being can mock. My chickens needed protection. Death in my arms was connection. Its shocked eyes showed my reflection.
By David Duran 3 years ago in Fiction
Intervention
Intervention Chowchow, nicknamed for the cabbage relish he dearly loved, kissed his good luck charm, a silver heart shaped locket that had belonged to his wife, now deceased some seven years. He powered up the shuttle Moonbeam and prepared for liftoff. Whatever his load was, it must be pretty damn important to get him out of bed at midnight, moon time, and pay him triple his normal wage to ferry whatever it was to the space station circling the earth.
By Cleve Taylor 3 years ago in Fiction
Surviving by the Lake
Surviving by the Lake Clifford and his ten year old granddaughter rested on a bed of pine needles under a big Southern pine tree up the slope leading down to Caney Lake. Cliff had opted to stay behind when his seventy year old body couldn’t keep up the pace of the six younger people in his group as they looked for food or tools overlooked by scavengers who had come through before them.
By Cleve Taylor 3 years ago in Fiction