Adventure
Seven Months and Seven Hours
I hike higher and higher, determined to reach the top of the crag. Sweat is pouring off me like a gentle rain, and my body screams for a break. “You’re almost there, Prairie.” With the internalized pep talk, I feel my second wind kick in at full force. I take the last steps in exaggerated strides, reaching the top quickly. Finally, I get to see the view from way up here. Before I can enjoy the view, I spot movement in the clearing below. My heart starts racing as I squint my eyes, trying to make out the shadow I see there.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
Steps in the Snow
They stared at one another. The only sound was the whirring of the blizzard outside rattling the cabin. The girl, Nika, realizes how hungry she is, Nika stands on her chair and grabs the hunter's plate, practically inhaling his food. Rice began to dot her face and Bayard couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu in this situation.
By Melika Nejad3 years ago in Fiction
The White Christmas
Am I prepared for this Christmas? I am aware that many people have been anticipating their Christmas gifts since the beginning of the cold season. We dive headfirst into the holiday shopping season, searching high and low for the most thoughtful presents to give to our loved ones. Having a cup of coffee in the snow is a match made in heaven.
By Hazel Paradise3 years ago in Fiction
Memory Box
One of my favorite pastimes is rummaging around antique shops in search of that one special treasure that everyone else has passed by. I was taking a tour of famous historic battle sites and had stopped in Hastings, England. I wandered into a dilapidated, overstuffed shop with an intriguing sign in the window that read, “Lost Things Found Here”. It was just my kind of shop.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
The Underground
In 2023 a worldwide event took place. Men and women of all ages were abducted. When they awoke they found themselves in the underground. The common denominator, some would say, is that the poor or lower class are stuck down here; These were mainly opposition parties whom claim to have known of this event, but opposed it. They also said that those who “escape the maze” were worthy to be back with the privileged class above ground where society was now more developed without the poor lives or poor minded getting in the way. No one is sure what year it is now. Some figure it to be 20-30 years since abduction point, other say it’s been at least 50. My brother Joshua and I grew up in the maze. Our parents drew us pictures on walls and told us stories of the outside world. Meat eaters got to them. For all of us, there was only one thing left to do- survive.
By David S. JohnsonWilliams3 years ago in Fiction
Terminal Error
Carter always had a sense for the dramatic and today was no exception. The light hum overhead drew my attention toward the front door. Grabbing my jacket, I stepped out onto the porch into the biting winter air. The snow from last night’s storm was still on the ground and I shivered as I shoved my arms into the wool coat. I shook my head as the drone flew back and forth over the cabin. I couldn’t help but giggle at the box dangling from it that was three times its size. Yup, drama, Carter’s trademark.
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Fiction
Sorrows Remedy
I was staring out the window into my neighbor’s yard, admiring her beauty. Some might find this creepy or weird, but they didn’t understand. I have autism, and was uncomfortable socializing with new people. Most times when I tried, people would laugh and make fun of me, or find an excuse to walk away from me.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
