Adventure

Road Rage

Sicily | 1943 Ulrich placed the Italian rifle, with a sixty-millimeter anti-tank attachment, down onto a thin pile of leaves, then swiftly hurdled himself over the highway’s guardrail. Nadine did the same with her rifle, and followed Ulrich with a similar vile grin, slicing her six-inch dagger through the air as if she was sharpening the blade with the wind. Ulrich yanked his Luger from his waistband, and together in stride, closed in on the burning supply truck.

Lost and Found

Dear Journal, It has been many clicks of the light switch. So many, that I have lost count. The switching of the big light is how I know that a day has passed: the light will switch on, and the shuffle of feet, both with shoes on and shoes off, begins. This "dance", I call it, lasts for some time. I see the feet. I can hear the footsteps. I can also hear the television being turned on. I hear the door open and close. I almost can't remember the feel of the wind all around me. How I miss it so much. The is switched off. I no longer see the feet with or without shoes shuffling around. The sound of those very feet shuffling gets further and further away until I can no longer hear it. The television has now been turned off. The room is empty. The room is quiet. The day has come to an end. It has to have been months gone by since I have ended up here. I remember it like it was just yesterday: It was Shelly's birthday. John had surprised her with reservations at the La Che'. La Che' is the fanciest restaurant in town. You have to make a reservation a whole month in advance. John tried really hard. He loves Shelly so much. He planned everything down to the last detail. That's where I came in, since I am a 24 Karat gold and 1.5 karat diamond pendant. I have been in the family for many years. I was passed down 3 generations so far. Shelly is pregnant right now. If the baby is a girl, I will (if I am ever found, that is) go to her on her 16th birthday. Sandra's mom bought me in 1900 as a gift for Marlena's sweet 16. Marlena gifted me to Mildred when she turned 16, then Mildred gave me to Shelly and now I sit under the couch. "ACHOO!" The dust is building up. I kick myself for forgetting how many light switches there are left before dusting day. I pray often that the day comes soon. Anyway, Shelly and John go to dinner as planned. It all was very nice. John even had the pianist play Shelly's favorite song and say "happy birthday" to her. Shelly cried. I did too honestly. John has always been an absolute sweetheart. After dinner, we get in the car and go home. Everything is normal. Shelly and John go into the house. They decide to sit down on the couch for a bit and have a glass of wine. That's when it happened: the clasp on the chain Shelly put me on, broke! The lifeless chain and I fell to the floor with barely an audible thud. That one glass of wine became almost 4. John and Shelly are now intoxicated it seems. They head to their bedroom. I assumed they passed out because I didn't hear any noise or movement for quite some time. I didn't panic because I had landed in plain sight on the floor. I figured it was just a matter of time before one of them picked me up. I was wrong. The sweeping robot was left on overnight. Thank goodness it couldn't suck me up. As fate would have it, it pushed me under the couch and out of sight. That is where I was then, and where I still am today. I heard Shelly asking about me. She reached under the here more than once. Sadly, she did not reach far enough. I was quite literally at her fingertips. What is it that people say? "So close, yet so far away." I know it's something like that. Another switching off of the light. Another day lost in the space under the couch has come to an end. Something will happen. Shelly or John will find me soon. They simply MUST! Well, until next time my dear journal. I will end my entry here...

Bian's Secret

Bian had a secret, and she couldn't tell anyone, or someone would interfere. She couldn’t trust her mother or siblings. Her best girlfriend was way out of the question, as was the village priest. Anyone she told would somehow inform her Papa what her plans were so that she couldn’t risk being stopped by him.

Whiteout

Sun shone off the pure-white snow at the mountain's top, making my eyes water even behind my tinted goggles. "Don't be such a baby," Nick skied past, barely seeming to touch the snow. Backwards. Show off. "You've got this! Come on!" And he was off, all but bombing the slope.

Lost Locket Finds Love

In a world where inanimate objects could speak, I, a misplaced umbrella named Ella, found myself caught in the winds of fate – quite literally. My owner, a forgetful soul named Oliver, left me behind in the rush of a sudden rainstorm. As I lay abandoned on a park bench, my frayed edges and sturdy handle became witnesses to the whimsical dance of droplets around me.

Chinna Kuthuru Shocking Tales

In the core of the country, India lies a failed-to-remember town by the name of Chinna Kuthuru. Concealed amid thick woods and fog-covered slopes, it harbors a mystery that has been murmured regarding for ages. Stories of ghastliness and the powerful have tormented the locals for quite a long time, passed down starting with one age and then onto the next like a dim legacy. In any case, as time walks on and advancement infringes upon antiquated customs, the narratives of Chinna Kuthuru risk blurring into a lack of definition, lost to the steady walk of progress. This is a brief look into the creepy fables and spine-chilling legends that have kept the residents of Chinna Kuthuru conscious around evening time, shuddering out of dread and anxiety toward the unexplored world.

Whispers in the Enchanted Forest

In the heart of a mist-laden forest, where ancient trees whispered secrets of forgotten tales, there stood a hidden sanctuary known only to the wanderers of dreams. Amidst the shadows and moonlit glades, lay the realm of Lysandra, a guardian of the enchanted woods, her spirit woven into the very fabric of nature.

The Clockmaker's Secret

In the heart of a quaint village nestled amidst rolling hills, there stood a weathered old clock tower. Its intricate gears whispered tales of the past, echoing the memories of generations gone by. Few knew the tower's secrets, but none were as mysterious as those held by the reclusive clockmaker, Elias Finch.

Adrift

Soft snow crunching under my bare feet. A cold wind encasing my naked body and whipping my hair about my head. Another step, and my bones become numb. The tingling raking through from head to toe making it hard to breathe. Was I breathing, or was it simply the idea of it? I was not aware to the feeling, if my chest was heaving at all or if it was a figment of my imagination. Another step, and I’m taking in the trees around me. Barren except for the heavy snow that coated the bare dead branches. The blizzard swelled around them and hid their tops from view; the shapes of their canopy drawing into a blur of darkness. Ahead of me is a vast expanse of white wilderness and a shadow, shorter than the rest. It protrudes from the vast expanse of snow with two limbs stretched out like someone waiting for an embrace. The arms waved and I felt a pull towards them. They seemed welcoming. They seemed familiar. Another step, and I made out the distinction in their body. The slimness of their neck, the faint whipping of hair, the separation in their legs as they stood there trying to steady themselves. Their features were still too dark to make out. A step, and I could make out the shape of their head. Another showed me the blue of their eyes. Step, and I could reach out to touch them, before falling into the cold, snowy darkness.

SAVE ME

Fox Hunt; Chapter 8

I jog through the forest, just out of sight of the road. Thankfully, there was a town that I could be in by tomorrow evening, and it wasn't the one I was heading for. If I traveled fast enough, I could reach my destination in three days and be gone before they thought to check any of the other surrounding towns when they started looking for me. No, if they started looking for me.

Two Runs too Many

Okay, safety first people! Take no more than two runs before returning to the Chalet. I don't want any frost bite on my watch!