Adventure
Zoo HQ
Fourteen hundred hours, July third. It was a sweltering day in San Diego with plenty of anticipating children waiting to see their favorite zoo animals. Every animal in his right mind wanted to stay out of the heat, but with it being the day before the fourth of July, everyone was doing their best to impress before their holiday break. Elephants were making rainbows with their water sprays, while monkeys were playing with patriotic colored fruits and veggies, and even the parrots were giving a very cheerful, "Happy Holidays", to anyone who came by. Nobody wanted to have the children leaving without a smile on their faces. Soon an unexpected ringing was coming from the baobab tree with Suzie the lemur running as fast as she could to answer it.
By Toby Heward4 years ago in Fiction
A Nightmare turned into Serenity!
A week ago, Standall, a high school student, was returning home late at night, humming tunes of old folklore music. All of a sudden, he put brakes on his bicycle because he saw a trail of Blood trickling down the empty dark street, illuminated only by a single street lamp.
By Syeda Ayesha Arshad4 years ago in Fiction
Fresh Fruit with a Rotten Taste
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. He wanted some quality time. It was his idea to rent this cabin and drive up the mountain in the middle of nowhere. And yet, here I am driving while he’s asleep in the passenger seat as we traverse this darkest country road. As I was moving forward, I saw brief glimpses of beauty all around me but it all fades into lost memories within seconds. Me, I have never truly been able to really figure out where life begins and where it ends, where I begin and where he ends. Like a snowflake, the memories melt as soon as they touch my skin. I don’t want to think it, but I know there is rot inside me. I don’t even know the man sitting next to me anymore. He’s lost to me. I don’t even know who the father of my child is anymore. Where did this all go wrong for me, why has God forsaken me. I look to the sky and I try to pray. I ask God to bless my mind and fill it with Christian thoughts, but the devil has a strong pull. “Idle hands” as they say, but that doesn’t mean anything at the end of this rope. The umbilical cord around my neck like a noose guiding me up to the burning heavens. Or maybe its just another hot flash. I wonder if my baby is as poisoned with Satan’s seed as my mind has been fondled by his hands. If I crash this car, if I just let go and close my eyes.. Is my baby doomed for hell? Am I the reason for it? Or will it all be forgiven and will this child within me be allowed past the golden gates of his grace.
By Geena-Maria van Dijk4 years ago in Fiction
Our Weekend Escape
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I have been looking forward to this weekend for so long. I was logging off of all of my devices, social media and taking this time to relax in nature. To have the experience to just disconnect and live my life. I was looking to the snow smell, and the smell of nature. As opposed to the smell of the city, all of the city sounds, and the city of lights. The hustle of the city, the hectic day to day life and the lack of sleep. I was grateful for the life that I had in the city. But needed time to relax and unwind. I needed to experience nature and rest.
By Avril Doucette4 years ago in Fiction
Lovers Mountain
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking. Everything was covered in white, as far as the eye could see-the trees, the rocks, the road. It felt like being inside a Dr. Seuss book. I had always thought of myself as a city girl who loved the beach. Boy, was I wrong. Because here I was, at the top of a mountain covered in layers and layers of soft, fresh powder and I had never been happier. My heart swelled with every turn we took, the road wrapping its arms around us, each curve revealing a more beautiful sight than the last. There was nowhere else I’d rather be.
By Wendi Meisberger4 years ago in Fiction
Lovers Mountain
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking. Everything was covered in white, as far as the eye could see-the trees, the rocks, the road. It felt like being inside a Dr. Seuss book. I had always thought of myself as a city girl who loved the beach. Boy, was I wrong. Because here I was, at the top of a mountain covered in layers and layers of soft, fresh powder and I had never been happier. My heart swelled with every turn we took, the road wrapping its arms around us, each curve revealing a more beautiful sight than the last. There was nowhere else I’d rather be.
By Wendi Meisberger4 years ago in Fiction
The Capes of Planet Poloto continues..
Episode 3. Buddie's Grandpa looks at little Buddie and said, “ Okay! there it was, the Black Cape, The most powerful cape of all, The King kept this cape to himself because he did not want the black cape to get into the wrong hand. This Black cape had the power to make any alien wearing it transform into any creature and was able to teleport from place to place that the alien wearing it would desire. So as the King was explaining the ability of the capes; but not to let everyone know too much, especially the twins named, Flinitra and Misko, who were not present at the time, so they thought." Buddie looked at Grandpa Noyazi, with excitement on his face, wondering all about what Grandpa was going to say next, especially about the twins. " Okay grandpa, okay grandpa, tell me more about Flinitra and Misko, who are they, come on! are they going to steal the Black Cape? Grandpa said with a alien-sounding voice, " Hush boy, we'll get to them, now who's telling the story? me or you? " Buddie look at Granpa with a smirk on his little alien face and didn't say a word. So then Grandpa continued with the story. "So King Lovayi was making plans with the other aliens' council members, who he apparently trusted. Just as the King was speaking, Flinitra and Misko, were hiding in a secret chamber right below the King's quarters where they can listen to everything the King and his members were saying about the Capes. But not only was the King talking about the whereabouts of the Black Cape he also mentioned the other 4 Capes that were hidden away in other parts of the planet." Grandpa looked at Buddie and smiled and said, " Don't you want to go out and play with your friends?" Buddie then looked back and said," Finish the story, Grandpa please" with a big smile on his face. Grandpa looked and just shook his head and laughed and said, " Let's continue this story later, plus, didn't you tell your friend Mosha you were going to meet up with her this afternoon at the park?" Buddie suddenly jumped up and said," Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I better get ready and let mom know that I'm leaving to see Mosha, thanks, Grandpa. You'll tell me the rest of the story tonight after dinner, right? Grandpa looked back at Buddie and said " Of course, now go outside and have some fun, I'll see you back here for dinner." ” Buddie quickly jump up and ran straight passed the kitchen and looked at his mom and said, “bye mom, ill be back for dinner, love you.” His mom then looked at him and smiled. Buddie’s mom’s name was Katra Noyazi, and she was a single parent of only one child, Buddie Noyazi. Katra took care of her son and her Dad Grandpa Noyazi. Katra went into their living room and looked at her dad and said, “ I heard you tell telling those silly stories to Buddie, and you know how he gets.” Grandpa then responded back. “ I know, I know, just having fun with the poor lad, especially after the disappearing of his dad” you and he have been through a lot, and I'm just trying to cheer him up.” Katra then looked back at her father and smiled. Katra then walked back to her bedroom, and began to weep, looking at the photos of her missing husband and her son, speaking to herself, while tears dropped from her eyes saying “ Where are you, Jhaja, your son and I need you back.” To be continued.....
By Anthony Leclair4 years ago in Fiction
