Adventure
Crown Orders
The 603 was late. I didn’t blame them one bit. The sudden, unexpected winter snow had played havoc with everything. But I’d made it. The train pulled up to the station and slowed down, and I scanned the driveways to the station, looking for a dark green Land Rover.
By Kenneth Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
Rendezvous' With a Cave Bear
One moves patient, unrushed in thick snow. Crusted in some places where the sun had a chance to glaze the surface. Enough so as to make walking almost burdensome. The sunshine I spent hunting my trapline past the oaks. No sign of game. The three trap line bunnies in my stuff sack were my first concern when I came across the rather large looking cat tracks traveling ahead of me up the path I was on.
By Erik ubbink3 years ago in Fiction
Badger and the Alaskan Bush Pilot
“Mike, Cayenne Pepper is planning the drop at 1100 hours. Come back!” “Let’s go, Buddy, Mike is meeting us.” Badger jumped up, panting; his tail wagged so hard, it stung Mike’s leg. Suited for the minus twenty-two temperature, he took off on the snowmobile with its supply sled attached. Badger loped along at his own pace under the bright blue sky, snow flying off his paws. He disappeared after a snowshoe bunny into the black spruce woods.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Footsteps of Repetition
The snowfall as I approach to you. Heavy boots makes it feel like a mission. Connecting quickly doesn't seem to vast, words are words but they don't last. I come off too strong and repeat my intentions, only to realize, that the opportunities has not risen to occassions. Actions speak louder than words and yet all we can do is play the waiting game. Wait for my words to be cemented with the actions that will then be complimented. The more it happens the more it shows, how I can be either all talk, or I smother before the possible no show.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Fiction
The Return
The dragonling lay on my chest. No longer curled, but lying pitifully on one side, irridescent green flank heaving. I'd discarded my t-shirt, since his scales had cooled so much they no longer burned. I hoped the warmth of my own body might help to stop him cooling even further. He's dying.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Glimmerpaw
Once upon a time, in a magical world where talking animals roamed freely and enchanted forests whispered secrets, there lived a peculiar creature named Glimmerpaw. Glimmerpaw was not your average woodland critter; instead, he was an ambitious squirrel with an uncanny obsession with money. His little den was filled with glittering coins, shiny gems, and stacks of gold leaves that he had meticulously collected over the years.
By Dennis Fang3 years ago in Fiction
