Adventure
An Upward Journey
All started out fine, and I was living my goal. The ground was so large; even the small child was significant to me. My creator was just selling me to a little boy. The boy smiled so big when he saw me. His eyes glowed as he held me in his hand. Then, the little boy was distracted by an animal in the park. His hand had released me without warning. My mind fluttered as I started to rise. The little boy did not even notice that I was missing. No one really noticed at all as I was going further away. All I wanted to do was to give happiness and be carried around as an adventure. All was a unique way from my original dream.
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Fiction
Blizzard Encounter
In a bitter 1968 blizzard, Sandi was driving her parents’ VW bus on an Illinois two-lane road. Snow was drifting into tall piles because of the sideways wind. She couldn’t see more than a car length in front of her but kept going, hoping her headlights would warn oncoming traffic. It was dangerous to continue in the blizzard, but she had to get to the destination and trusted her instincts and driving skills.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
Lost in the Wild
The cold, biting winds howled through the dense forest, dancing through the swirling snowflakes. Under the canopy of shivering trees, a small wolf pup, lost and alone, struggled to navigate through the thick blanket of snow. She whimpered softly, searching for her mother, separated by an unexpected snowstorm.
By Varsha Elizabeth3 years ago in Fiction
Enchanted
**Episode 1: The Enchanted Key** In the mystical realm of Eldoria, where magic flowed like a river and mythical creatures roamed freely, there existed a hidden treasure—a legendary artifact known as the Enchanted Key. Whispers of its power had spread through the lands, enticing adventurers from all corners of Eldoria.
By joseph woko3 years ago in Fiction
Exhilarating Runs
Every couple of years, we seek out the thrill that only mountain skiing can offer. The snow covered mountains of Alaska will take your breath away. When you're at the base of these majestic mountains, clothed in the most blinding, crystal white snow, you gaze up, sometimes almost ninety degrees, and you're in absolute awe. We're always in search of the best lines. It may be comparable to when a surfer catches a great wave.
By Hummingbird3 years ago in Fiction
The Hunger of the Mountain
Achak was freezing. The harsh winter wind cut through his bearskin coat and chilled him to the bone. He’d hoped that he could stay in Camp Davis for a while, but the news there was just as dire. An entire supply caravan from New York City had failed to make it to the outpost nestled here near the borders.
By Jacob Peyton3 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 22
I decided to take a bit of a nap while we wait for sunset, since I didn’t get to sleep last night. Luckily, since the storm passed, the midday air is cool and comfortable. I pick out a spot in the shade of a large oak away from the others and plant myself against the trunk. I look up, taking in the cloudy azure sky before drifting off to sleep.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
Cold Blooded
Was having a horde of snakes too out of the ordinary for an otherwise perfectly average woman? Beatrix often wondered this whenever she looked at the huge terrarium full of serpents. Her girlfriend had tucked it into a corner where it received all the light the snakes inside needed, but where it was also so out of the way that, despite its size, she often forgot that it was there. The only time it really caught her eye was in the morning; Beatrix was an elementary teacher, and woke up at an absurdly early time that was so instilled that she did so even on the weekend. The first thing she woke up to see was her girlfriend’s still slumbering face, and she’d lay there and admire how serene she looked in sleep. Lucie was always so tense when awake, she was never really relaxed. Beatrix would often playfully offer to give her a back rub, and come away worried over how many new knots had popped up.
By Kenneth Donovan II3 years ago in Fiction
Yeti Encounter
The Yeti came out of nowhere. The wind was howling and all I could see was blowing snow and ice and blackness and then suddenly it was there right in front of me. The creature had to be at least twelve feet tall. It's fur was white as purest snow, but matted and coated in ice. Disturbingly, blood could been seen, no doubt from a recent kill, dripping from the giant fangs which protruded from its bear-like face. When it roared the blood flew from its mouth splashing in rivulets on the snow, melting it partially where it landed and turning it from white to red. I was so close that some of the blood splattered across my face. I could taste the iron in it as it dripped down along into the corners of my mouth. I spat out the acrid blood and immediately reached for my sidearm. Fortunately I had just removed my gloves as I had stopped to light a fire or surely I would have had no chance. I drew the gun as quickly as possible and fired off three shots in quick succession. The noise was deafening as it echoed off the canyon walls. The creature fell back just as an avalanche, triggered by the noise of the gun crashed down upon us both. We fell together, tumbling down the side of mountain carried away by the rushing snow mixed with mud and rocks. I blacked out then and awoke five days later. Still alive.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
