Adventure
DELIVERING COOKIES TO MY GRANDMA * GONE WRONG* 🤳LIVE
🔴 LIVE NOW: 24-HR FOREST CHALLENGE (GONE WRONG?!) What’s up, Hoodlums? It’s your girl Blue here, and today, we’re doing something wild. I mean that literally. If you saw my last video, you know my grandma lives in the middle of nowherelike, no WiFi, no nothing kind of nowhere. So, I thought, why not turn this into content?
By didi’s bookmark2 years ago in Fiction
The Wolf Witch - 2. Oliver's Life
It was three weeks since Oliver had moved out of Freda's life. He could shift into his werewolf self whenever he felt like it. It helped him to feel better. He was rolling around on the floor and just hanging out, letting his spirit feel free.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Fiction
Tea Parties with Kurt Cobain
The click of the cassette echoes in my hands, plastic shell fitting snug into the deck, a gentle whirr, a faint magnetic hum. I press play. A soft crackle, a moment of nothing. Then, the tape rolls forward, static turns to sound— his voice, familiar and raw, unfurls in the room like smoke. I pour the tea while he sings.
By L.K. Rolan2 years ago in Fiction
The War of the Americas - Part VIII
The long bus ride to the camp where Sylvia Platt found herself imprisoned with close to 200 other American expats now declared enemy combatants after the United States had bombed and then declared war on Mexico was uneventful. She thought she knew approximately where she was. They were still on the Baja peninsula and not mainland Mexico given the shortness of the journey, approximately 10h, and the fact that they never crossed a body of water or left the bus. Also, they obviously had traveled south and/or east as directly to the west of where she had been arrested at her home near Tijuana, Mexico lay the Pacific Ocean, and only a short few miles north the border with the United States. They also could not go too far east as that way eventually led to the Texas border. Safest for prisoners would be an isolated location in the middle of the Peninsula as far south as possible. She could no longer see or smell the ocean and the roads had been relatively smooth for the first half of the journey and then terribly bumpy for the remainder so she guessed they had stayed on paved major roadways heading south of which were are only a few in that part of Mexico before turning off and heading east. The final 45 minutes or so of the journey had been a very bumpy steep uphill climb and that last part gave her all the information she needed to puzzle out their general location. Fortunately she had studied much of the geography of Mexico before moving there and those efforts had redoubled when she joined the ranks of the CIA. When she exited the bus and her blindfold was finally removed and she saw the terrain she knew immediately that they were somewhere within the boundaries of the Parque Nacional Sierra de San Pedro Mártir as she could see the Cerro Picacho del Diablo, or “Peak of the Devil” which, at >10,000 feet is the highest peak on the Baja peninsula of Mexico, not far from their position. She guessed they had stopped at an elevation of at least 8,000 feet somewhere near that peak. Hard to believe Mexico had a military outpost, let alone one set up for handling prisoners of war, in this remote location, but the Mexican military, much like that of the United States, had plenty of secrets that were known to only a very few. Sylvia guessed the CIA knew of the this location, but they had failed to inform her of its existence. Of course, there were many things the CIA knew about Mexico, and every other country in the world that they shared with almost no one. And she had no real reason to need to know. Her work at the time had nothing to do with Mexico, and that was not expected to change anytime soon despite the fact that she called the country her home. Neither Sylvia nor the CIA had predicted they would be at war with Mexico within the next few months or if they had her education and training would have been much different. The Mexican base she found herself at was well hidden, at elevation, and appeared to be buried deep in the rockface of the mountain meaning it was hardened from conventional attack and at least partially obscured from spy planes and satellites. The tracker the CIA had implanted in her when she was officially made an agent would allow them to divine her general location, but once inside the base, she had little doubt the thick walls and mountain rock would partially or completely obscure her signal. She would “go dark” as the CIA trackers would put it. She had no illusions that she was valuable enough of an asset to warrant any sort of second rescue attempt, especially after she had faked her own death to evade an initial attempt. That mission had been at her request and by now she was fairly certain that in addition to the CIA, the Navy at least knew she was still alive and that they had been deceived. If Dom had done as she had asked he would have explained her reasons for staying behind and that should end any discussion of another military intervention on her behalf, at least until she was ready to call for one. That might be a very long time from now and the military and CIA would be very busy dealing with the war and accomplishing her two main objectives; helping her fellow prisoners, and picking up intelligence from behind enemy lines, relied on her being with those prisoners in Mexico. That was the entire reason she had chosen to stay behind when her husband had left with the Seal team sent to extract her from her home in Baja shortly after the bombing of San Ysidro border crossing. Her thoughts turned to her husband Dom and their two dead dogs, along with her beloved cats, who she hoped had found a loving new home thanks to her own last minute maneuvering and negotiating with the Mexican soldiers who had arrested her. Two of those soldiers had suffered severe bite injuries at the hands of their dogs, and one had been killed by a SEAL sniper in the process. She felt a great sadness then, for the death of the dogs, the injuries and death of the Mexican soldiers and for her husband whom she missed terribly. She also felt some of the pain he must be feeling at the loss of his two best friends and longtime loyal companions.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
From Haunted Houses to Castles: The Evolving Settings in Books with Mystery Suspense and Adventure
Regarding books with mystery suspense and adventure, the setting plays an important part in shaping the story. From eerie haunted houses to grand, mysterious castles, the backdrop of a tale can transport readers into a world of intrigue, danger, and excitement. For young readers, these settings are not just places—they are characters in their own right, adding depth and atmosphere to the story. In this blog, we’ll explore how settings evolve in mystery books for kids and books with mystery suspense and adventure, focusing on the transition from haunted houses to castles and why these locations effectively create unforgettable adventures.
By Parker Kelly Books2 years ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
The next morning found Sarah in borrowed clothes, bent over Leonardo's workbench as dawn light filtered through the workshop's high windows. She had spent the night studying the manuscript, comparing its contents to Leonardo's current notes while he worked on what he would only call "the device."
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
The man who stood before Sarah couldn't have been more than forty, with keen eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore a simple linen shirt stained with paint and charcoal, and his fingers were spotted with ink. But it was his smile that caught her attention – knowing, yet kind as if he were welcoming back an old friend rather than meeting a stranger from the future.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
The world reassembled itself in fragments. First came the smell – not the familiar musty scent of the museum's archives, but something sharper: woodsmoke, unwashed bodies, and sun-baked stone. Then sound returned: the clatter of wooden wheels on cobblestones, distant shouting in rapid Italian, and the cry of gulls overhead.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
Sarah Matthews' footsteps echoed through the empty halls of the British Museum's basement archives, a familiar sound that usually brought her comfort. Tonight, however, something felt different. The air itself seemed charged with anticipation as she made her way past rows of newly acquired artifacts, her lamp casting dancing shadows on the stone walls.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
Nine While Nine. Content Warning.
Something Dark Is On Its Way…. Mind Your Step and Guard Your Heart There are things that humans are not meant to know… In one explosive night, Isabeau Finne’s perfect life shatters into chaos when she learns of them. Thrust into an ancient society of exiled beings still thriving and hidden among us, she becomes ensnared in a secret world teeming with breathtaking beauty and danger. As she navigates between veiled realms and modern Seattle, each shocking revelation tears at the fabric of her reality and threatens her very existence.
By Stasia Morineaux2 years ago in Fiction
A Valentine’s Day to Remember
The streets of New York were adorned with red and pink decorations, and the scent of fresh roses filled the air. Cafés buzzed with couples sharing soft laughter over candlelit dinners, and flower vendors were busy wrapping delicate bouquets for last-minute lovers. Among the crowd, Emma walked briskly, clutching a small wrapped gift in her hands. Her heart pounded as she rehearsed the words she wanted to say.
By Pranshu verma2 years ago in Fiction
