Adventure
Missiles on the way
"MISSILES ON THE WAY!" The headline was in two-inch type. Sam Spool had just sat down in the subway car and unfolded the morning paper. So they finally did do it, he mused to himself. He felt disappointment--he had been sure the peace talks would work out. As the train lurched and started out of the station, he turned the tabloid cover and began reading the sports pages.
By Sital baniya4 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Betsy from Pike
Five hours in the back seat of the car since they left their farm near Estevan and Tony and Jenna finally felt like this most recent family outing could end sometime soon. Their Uncle Clint’s ranch in the Cypress Hills appeared in the distant valley.
By John Oliver Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Saving Summer
Summer was the best time of the year. Everyone was staring at the clock as the seconds ticked down, one by one, a mental countdown in everyone's mind. Then, the bell, oh, what a melody to my ears. Then, a rush of adrenaline, pumping in everyone, as we scrambled for the exit into the world, out of prison. Then, imagine my disappointment and confusion when I saw that heaven had torn apart, rain cascaded down, and thunder rampaged the streets. "A rainstorm in summer? How is that even possible? Ugh! I'll have to stay at home today." I grumbled, fuming at GOD for ruining my excitement and joy after the last day of school. I shot my eyes up towards the thunderous skies, lightning crackling in my eyes: my eyes, death black, malice oozing from my pupils. Fuming, like a bull staring red in the face, I stomped off to my mother's car, opened the door, threw my bag and myself in and slammed the door shut.
By Vihaan Pujara4 years ago in Fiction
Mahalo King Cod Filet
A slate-grey sky hung heavy over the President James K. Polk Memorial rest area on Interstate 64 in southern Indiana. At the fueling station, eighteen-wheelers lined up under bright green lights for diesel and windshield wiper fluid from an army of apathetic attendants. A mother carrying a styrofoam coffee cup emerged from the Kwik Mart, pulling the collar of her neon pink and light purple ski jacket tight around her neck with her free hand and hurrying her two children across the broad expanse of cracked tarmac. A grove of oak trees, damp brown and bare of leaves for months now, peaked above the domed roof of the food court. At the far end of the parking lot, a mountain of exhaust-stained snow towered precariously over a red and yellow dumpster belonging to Solid Waste Disposition Incorporated, Akron, OH. A cacophony of colors and commotion.
By Sital baniya4 years ago in Fiction
Katrina's successful life
Katrina’s successful Life: Part one Katrina lives with aunty and uncle Katrina is a girl she is 3 years old; her parents has died in car accident. She has beautiful long silky hair with big pretty eyes. Now that Katrina’s parents have died; she lives with her Rebecca Aunty and uncle Brendan. Katrina’s aunty teaches her new things like math's formula and new words from dictionary. Katrina aunty Rebecca went to shopping with her; one day Katrina like a teddy bear that cost £100 ($100) and aunty had £50 ($50) so Katrina wouldn’t move from the place. Aunty Rebecca called uncle and told Katrina would not move and she sat down in middle of shops, uncle said let me talk to Katrina. Uncle talked Katrina and said Hey Katrina, can you please move please don’t make a movie around lots of people; I will buy you that teddy bear, but first listen to aunty. So, Katrina went home; from inside she was sad from inside but acted happy. When it was afternoon, her uncle came from job he said oh dear Katrina how are you? I am good Katrina answered. Katrina lets go shopping what you want today we will buy it. Katrina got a smile and went off shopping with her uncle.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima4 years ago in Fiction
How I Became a Supervillain part 3
Whether we're at home or at school Jim and I start working together. It isn't a seamless experience, but I oddly feel like I'm rediscovering the brother I lost when my mom died. After her death, Jim went all in on his villain persona, and I'll admit I buried myself in my creativity. And our dad...well he also got caught up in his work. I guess none of us realized how much we drifted apart. I actually feel a bit grateful to Mr. Hornsbees for making my brother and I work together.
By Taylor Ellwood4 years ago in Fiction
Nectar of Ashoka flower.
Ashoka Nectar This fragrant and sweet floral fragrance resembles an intoxicating fruit. In Fargon, when this rocking flower, jhake jhake, thakaya thakaya, variegated red and sometimes yellow, how does the color of this very old house match with nature. Most of the two-storey house collapsed. It is underdeveloped and often very steep or curved. The large mesh windows of the house scream in your head. Especially when it's windy. They were all very depressed by the night wind. It seems that many people wake up in the morning with a broken heart. But it is not the truth. Fragments of the former brick can be seen, not broken, Jhurai Surki. Gillick wandered in the face of such a catastrophe, wondering how his mind was alive even at 62 years old. How about itiuti anchana inside the chest until today. Especially at night.
By Nikhil Bhowmik4 years ago in Fiction
The great Escape
Once upon a time there was a man who lived in the Far East in a three family home with 2 of his sisters and both of his parents. He allways knew he couldn’t have the same privileges and things as his sisters but he allways dreamed for more more love more attention but could never get it. As the days went by the man named ashmel was furious with his parents for the way he was treated. so ashmel decided he has had enough.
By Xavier Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
