Adventure

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 CHATFIELD5 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 Rose5 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 Thomas5 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. Wrytes5 years ago in Fiction
On The Waves
This... was not what Blythe was expecting when they decided to go island hopping. They expected that they would spend the day looking at different natural features and maybe take some pictures of a lighthouse or two. Never in a million years did they expect to be standing on a rocky shore, having a staring contest with a young boy who had just appeared. Out of nowhere.
By Callum J. Scheiber5 years ago in Fiction
Henry
Since our meeting, I had become infatuated with Joanne. I wanted to meet her again but not with the whole community watching our every move. She lived on the island and I would have to go there without raising any suspicion. How could I get away from John and then get to the island? I was a strong swimmer but I’d rather not jump into an unknown lake. I started making excuses to be able to search around for a boat or other watercraft. Paydirt! An old home near the lake had a kayak. It had a cover and had been housed in a garage that helped protect it from the weather. Now all I had to do was drag it to the lake and see if it still floated. As I approached the edge of the lake, I realized how little cover there was on the beach and on the lake to the island. I was going to have to make his attempt during darkness. I flipped the kayak into the water. It bobbed around from the waves and its own splash. After ten minutes, the kayak had settled and was just gently rocking from the waves. Next step, will it still hold with me in it? I pulled the kayak to the shore just enough so that when I got in, if it did sink, it would only be a couple of feet of water to contend with. Ok, one foot in the kayak and one in the water…time for the leap of faith. I pulled myself up and wriggled into the kayak. I was expecting to suddenly feel water around my feet, soaking my clothes…no, all dry. I grabbed the paddle and pushed a little bit from the shore. Still afloat. This gave my confidence a boost. I paddled along the shore to get the hang of controlling it. A couple of times I made myself dizzy as I couldn’t figure out how to stop turning. A little longer and I was able to move in a straight line, turn and return to my starting point. I felt that I could make the trip with this boat. I pulled the boat up on the shore and hid it under some branches. Not the best hiding spot but no one should really be looking down here anyway. I looked at my watch…Damn! No one is going to believe I was scouting the area for this long. John is going to be even more suspicious.
By Chris Purdom5 years ago in Fiction
Biff Valentine and the Trouble at Tincastle Creek
Biff Valentine and the Trouble at Tincastle Creek In the town of Tincastle Creek, on the south of the Moswold Bridge, sheriff Beuford Valentine crouched behind a barrel of questionable alcoholic sludge. The moon cast dusty shadows along the alley behind Strong Shot O'Mally's Saloon. The rumors said the Dark Thief haunted the place. So Valentine waited there, as patiently as he could, for the thief to emerge.
By A.M. Harte5 years ago in Fiction
The Way Home is Longer When There's a Bull Behind the Wall
"It's a bull!" Logan shouted, eyes wide and wild. I couldn't believe it! We had moved out of the city that summer. As I was in fourth grade and responsible, Mommy said I was in charge of walking him home from school, since he was just a first grader and we didn't have any friends yet. That long, horrible walk, uphill both ways, through wind and snow and whatever else would face us in this new world of California suburbia. Maybe an earthquake or a wildfire. But, a bull?
By B.B. Potter5 years ago in Fiction
Bullfishing
I had one more full day in Texas. And all I wanted to do was to catch a fish, preferably a largemouth bass. Ideally, one that was six pounds or larger. This was my second and last opportunity to catch a Texas bass. Tomorrow, I’d be flying home to the cold late-winter weather of Minneapolis.
By Mike Barzacchini5 years ago in Fiction
The Walk Home is Longer When There's a Bull Behind the Wall
"It's a bull!" Logan shouted, eyes wide and wild. I couldn't believe it! We had moved out of the city that summer. As I was in fourth grade and responsible, Mommy said I was in charge of walking him home from school, since he was just a first grader and we didn't have any friends yet. That long, horrible walk, uphill both ways, through wind and snow and whatever else would face us in this new world of California suburbia. Maybe an earthquake or a wildfire. But, a bull?
By B.B. Potter5 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3000 - Part E
Augusto's face lit up delightfully after hearing that a Cona Vight went down after eating some of the chocolate cake. "This is fantastic! You have completed the other half of the research. Now none of us have to risk our lives in order to figure that out," Augusto said.
By Patrick Oleson5 years ago in Fiction
The Hunted
“This ain’t gonna end the way you think, Reed!” Warren, the bounty hunter, yelled loud enough to be heard over the wind as it forced the sand and dust into a lover’s dance. Reed wasn’t much of a talker and preferred to go rather than show. He also knew he wouldn’t have the luxury of being invisible to these imbeciles much longer.
By Reed Mcabre5 years ago in Fiction