Adventure
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
I was tootling along at a goodish pace across the countryside in Bernie’s zippy blue Dodge Challenger, enjoying the scenery and with a merry tra-la on my lips as it were. It being a lovely summer day and the landscape in a particularly lush and happy mood, I found my journey highly agreeable. My high spirits, I confess, were mainly due to the simple pleasure I always get from a solo drive-about and not the prospect of what awaited me at journey’s end. Not that I was enroute to my own hanging or anything grisly as that, certainly not. Merely a slight disinclination to the company I would shortly find myself in.
By Haleigh Overseth3 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
Greetings and Salutations Dearest Bernie: Please excuse me if I am taking a liberty by calling you Bernie. We haven’t met in the flesh, but other versions of us with whom I am friendly have referred to you as Bernie, and I do hope you and I can also be friends despite the bad news I must be the bearer of.
By Haleigh Overseth3 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
“There’s nothing like the sea for soothing sore nerves,” I thought to myself as I sipped a strengthening cup of morning tea. I was relaxing on the veranda, or is it a balcony? Raised type of thing, you know, full of outdoor lounge furniture and overlooking this lovely golden beach in a menacing sort of way. Having recently met myself, absolutely in the extra dimensional flesh and not metaphorically on some head shrinking doctor's chaise sofa, I had found myself stepping out of my living room and into a rather long overdue bit of respite from ye ol’ nine to five prison sentence. I wasn’t entirely sure where I was, but if I had to hazard a guess, I would presume I had dimension hopped into some version of Earth in what I imagined to be the south of France. Not that I had ever actually been to the south of France in my own version of Earth or any other for that matter, but I had absorbed enough literature and pop culture to suggest to me that this is what the south of France would look like.
By Haleigh Overseth3 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
It was a particularly warm evening in August when I had a most intriguing, scarcely believable experience. Life altering, I suppose one might say. I had readied myself for bed, brushed the pearly whites, donned the pink pajamas …or they may have been coral…or it could have been persimmon..is that how you say that? Persimmon? it’s not important) …anyway, I was well snuggled in and on the point of dropping into a pleasant sleep when I heard a sound. It was a sort of sudden shuffling or scuffle coming from the direction of the kitchen, as if a body of some kind had abruptly stopped itself on the edge of a chair, and shifted it an inch or two. My eyes shot open, not much use in the dark, and I tilted an ear in the direction of the sound, holding my breath and listening intently.. Part of me desperately wondering why I did not routinely take a carving knife to bed. There came more softs sounds of covert movement when…
By Haleigh Overseth3 years ago in Fiction
The Talking Wall
Emilia was a young woman who formerly resided in a little village encircled by undulating hills and deep woodlands. Emilia spent most of her days tending to her family's farm and caring for her animals while living in a modest cottage with her parents and younger sister.
By Daniela Mihalachi3 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveller
Once upon a time, in a world much like our own, there lived a man named Roger who was a brilliant scientist. He had dedicated his life to studying time travel and finally, after years of hard work and experimentation, he had built a time machine. The machine was a marvel of engineering, and Roger was filled with excitement and a sense of purpose as he began to plan his first journey through time.
By Guru Prasanth3 years ago in Fiction
The Voice of the Past: A Narrative by a Living Wall
If walls could talk, I would have many tales to tell. I am the wall of a grand mansion, a place of luxury and extravagance, a place where countless secrets have been whispered and hidden away. I have seen the heights of humanity, yet also the depths. I have witnessed the joys and heartaches of those who have lived and loved within these walls.
By Radim Badura3 years ago in Fiction
Navigating Fate's Waters
Harold chuckled as he watched his friend Jose effortlessly juggle three billiard balls on top of the pool table. He took another sip of whiskey, already feeling the effects of the five shots he’d had earlier. Despite that, he didn’t want to stop now, they were on vacation, and he wanted to live it up. He signaled the bartender, who approached with a smirk on her face. He ordered a draft beer instead, deciding to pace himself for the rest of the night. The bartender swiped his room key before filling a cold mug with beer from the tap.
By Timberly Price3 years ago in Fiction
Walls on LSD Now Help
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful house that stood on the edge of a quiet town. It was a modest, two-story home with white walls, a red roof, and large windows that let in the warm sunshine. The house was surrounded by a large, lush garden with a tall fence that kept the outside world at bay.
By Christopher Franklin Hyer3 years ago in Fiction
