Adventure
Berganashio - Chapter 1
Once upon a time, there was a family of tiny otters. This breed of otters was affectionately called totters. There was a terrible storm that blew apart their home. They rebuilt a new home, but it just wasn't the same. Life for the family did not feel as happy as it used to be. They did not play like they used to. The river felt colder and uninviting. Papa totter didn’t smoke his pipe anymore. Momma totter didn’t like to sew anymore. Sister totter didn’t play with her dolls anymore. Brother totter didn’t like his trains very much anymore. Momma totter started to leave on some nights. She would go on long walks, but no one knew where to. Then one night she never came back. Papa totter cried and cried. His heart was broken more than ever before. Brother totter thought it was all his fault. Sister totter thought it was her fault.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Fiction
Cold Surprise
The cities on the west side of the Cascade Mountains are not equipped for snow. Lots of rain, occasional windstorms, and sometimes ice storms come. Snow is rare around Seattle, and side streets stay covered in snow and ice, the major roads the priority.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
Myron's Badger Saves The Day
“Badger! Let’s get those ice clumps out of your paws.” The big Husky laid down on the wooden deck; I put one paw in my lap and wrapped it in a steaming cloth to loosen the ice. Badger’s tail thumped. The paw cleaning took thirty minutes, and after, the snowy wilderness and serenity sedated us to snooze by the fireplace.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
One Man's Skating Pond. Content Warning.
When my children were young we homeschooled. Winter sports activities were limited when you had no Gymnasium, so we improvised. As I was drinking my morning Tequila and getting ready for a dull day of reading, writing, and arithmetic, I spied a shiny ribbon of ice, nestled in a wooded area just beyond our yard, in no man's land.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Fiction
“My Parallel World
In a quiet town surrounded by mountains, large trees over 100 years old, several crystalline rivers, and numerous animals, there lived a young man named Leo. Leo was a curious and adventurous boy, always looking for answers to the mysteries of the universe. His restless spirit led him to explore every corner of his little world, always hoping to discover something new. That's why he went from one place to another with great emotion.
By Hendrik SancheZ3 years ago in Fiction
THE HARRY POTTER
The Harry Potter film series is based on the British author J. K. Rowling's books of the same name. Warner Bros. Pictures is the producer and distributor of the eight fantasy films in the series, which start with Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (2001) and end with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2 (2011).
By 012- M.Gayathri3 years ago in Fiction
"Actions speak louder than words."
Once in a small village, there lived a wise elder named Kavi. The villagers often sought his guidance in times of trouble. One day, a young man named Arjun approached Kavi, boasting about his plans to transform the village with grand ideas. Kavi listened patiently and then handed Arjun a small seed, saying, "Plant this seed in the heart of the village and nurture it with care." Eager to prove himself, Arjun set out to execute his ambitious plans, but the seed remained forgotten. Over time, the villagers observed Arjun's promises fading away, while the neglected seed grew into a mighty tree, providing shade, fruits, and a symbol of true, lasting change. In the end, the village learned the profound lesson that Kavi had always emphasized: "Actions speak louder than words." The tangible impact of nurturing a simple seed spoke volumes compared to the grand promises that were left unfulfilled.
By J.Balakrishnan3 years ago in Fiction
Snow Castles
I can’t stand when snow touches my skin. It sends shivers throughout my body and soul. Things were so much different when I was a kid. Back in the 1980s, snow was the most amazing thing in the whole world. Back then I would enjoy lying in the snow. Snow angles were a favorite pastime.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Miracles. Content Warning.
Many years ago, I lived with an abusive man, who outweighed me by 150 pounds. One frigid night in February, he had me by the neck and was slamming my head into the living room wall. I knew he was about to kill me. As I was losing consciousness, a dove landed on our balcony railing. My abuser stopped and marveled, thinking he could lure the bird inside. That dove gave me just enough time to escape the apartment.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Fiction
Adventures of Stockington
Once upon a time, in a bustling city where people hurriedly moved from one place to another, there lived a humble left sock named Sockington. Sockington was not your ordinary piece of clothing; he was a remarkable sock with a personality of his own. His story began one fateful laundry day when he found himself separated from his right sock companion, Sockzilla.
By Mason Darnielle3 years ago in Fiction
