Adventure
The Flip
The year is coming to an end and everything seems to be fine and schools are being released for break, the sky is blue, the sun is shining, and time moves forward but with all that in place only one owl with a scare on it’s right eye flies towards a school where there’s still the few that stay because of their actions.
By Thani Gema4 years ago in Fiction
The Life of Gus the Barn Owl
The Life and Times of Gus the Barn Owl By John Sherrer January 25, 2022 Gus soared through the dark night on silent, outstretched amber wings, his white heart-shaped face scanning the leafy forest floor for anything edible. He is a barn owl who lived in an abandoned house deep in the Cherokee National Forest in East Tennessee. Night had fallen and he took to the air in an ancient quest for food. He soundlessly swooped on an oak branch to nibble an itch in his golden feathers dappled with black specks.
By John Sherrer 4 years ago in Fiction
The Shadows
“Let’s ride!” Parker shouts out as he finally releases the line tethered to the dock. I turn the boat motor on and start steering the boat away from the dock. Cam gives me a high five as he goes to grab a beer out of the cooler. He then proceeds to put up the sails. I steer my wheel for the sails to catch the wind then pull the rope to straighten them out. "I think we're good from here!" I yell. Parker throws me a beer as he pops the top off his. I feel the ocean breeze run through my hair. The water is calm and the sky is clear; perfect for sailing. My sailboat cuts through the water like butter. This sailboat is one of many I own but she's my favorite. The outside of the hull which carries the passengers is modern and sleek. The inside has three sleeping areas and one bathroom. Just enough space for me and my friends to take a three day trip to an island called Martha's Vineyard. It’s a charming island just south of Cape Cod. We will be sailing through Buzzards Bay. Buzzards bay is known to be a challenge to those who take it on. The currents that sweep in between the gaps of the islands can be quite intense. A careful eye and a lot of maneuvering must be done. However, all three of us were in the sailing club in high school and college. We have the experience. It will be exciting to take on the challenge. We haven’t had a group trip like this since college.
By Kristie Coffman4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000 Part 13
“Okay, my Godson. We’ve fought against the Cona Vights and won, trained relentlessly for a whole year and refortified our defenses in our village. Your spiritual practices will keep you protected but it’s time to face the next evil,” Ako said with heartfelt resolution.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
Call of the Night Owl
Part I A full moon rose high above the land to keep watch over the night offering loving guidance for lost souls who were searching, searching, searching. What they yearned for they did not know, but they followed the moon’s glow all the same, hoping that whatever lay ahead would relinquish their fervent hunger. Diana was one of those lost souls. She desperately followed the light into the depths of the woods. The tall trees cast dark shadows all around her confusing her way. Soon she was engulfed in total darkness. She froze. Her body paralyzed with fear. Her mind screamed out for help. Nothing. She closed her eyes and took a deep breathe in. She refused to breathe out until her body forced her to exhale. With the immediate revival back to life, she opened her eyes surprised to see a pair of eyes staring back at her. Suddenly, she felt a sensation of warm electricity shooting up the base of her spine through the top of her head. She was no longer afraid.
By Caitlin OBrien4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunter
In the days of my grandfather, it was very bad luck to shoot a barn owl. But he found himself, one morning, a very lucky man. Hunting with his bow and arrow, he came across a shadow. He had only just claimed his bow and arrow from his tribe the year before, the year that the moon eclipsed the sun; and since he had been born in a month with two full moons, this was a very good sign. Though he was young, he walked amongst the strongest hunters. He could pierce the wing of a bee, aiming just by the sound of its soft humming. He could pin a fox to a tree without the creature feeling any pain.
By Sushila Kandola4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of the Gods
It feels first like a quiver, then more like a rattle. As the cold, colorful sunset turns endless desert mountains into a silhouette, Apollo’s chariot ushers in a parade of connect-the-dots heroes whose cosmic guardianship has guided countless warriors through this valley. The rising moon promises to wrap the hills with its signature blue hue as soon as the sun drags the last of its golden rays beyond the horizon. Never am I more in the moment. This is the space in time that blurs the line between night and day, between celestial and material. Here, we stand together. Gods of men and men of the gods. I feel an icy, familiar touch on the wind across the tip of my nose. For a moment, that metallic taste of nostalgia lingers on my tongue. Did I get the placebo? Deja vu with a pinch of salt. A hint of cardamom. And gone. And what is this feeling, like a glitch or a stutter but way, way down. Up comes a wave of energy like a slow motion lightning bolt, shaking through my body from toe to scalp. I let out a full body shudder entirely outside my own control. Too eerie. There’s no denying this wind cuts straight to the bone and I know we are not alone. I stack another loaded magazine in the pouch next to the last and notice the rest of the team bringing their attention in as well. Everyone knows we aren’t alone but we all just stare. We just stare at one another in total silence and continue packing up gear..
By Thomas Gardiner4 years ago in Fiction
