Adventure
Gone the Tides of Earth
At dawn, before light, we bathe in a cold creak with rising mists, and at water’s edge is an old forsaken cabin with the front door caved in and windows smashed out. Its exterior is prolifically graffitied, the entrance hall and living room littered with dirt, refuse, though the bedrooms have mattresses on frames with springs, and were not so messy or filthy we couldn’t tidy them up and rest with ease and some degree of comfort.
By James B. William R. Lawrence4 years ago in Fiction
Gone the Tides of Earth
Like floating barrels jettisoned from a barge the water throws us along its course throughout the night. To our benefit, downriver where it eddies are lodged deadfall and much of this hardwood which we are mostly able to cling to. At the river’s partition, where it trickles across a shallow bridge of stones, pebbles unto cascades we are delivered hence, each sprawling wherever they terminate, waterboarded, slept in frigid exhaustion.
By James B. William R. Lawrence4 years ago in Fiction
Kingdom of Darkness
Twas a windy, cold, summer day in the land of Boaz the grand encampment of the royal family respectively. The castle was marvelous having being design by the high priest with inspiration from the most high. Walls twenty feet high surrounded the castle with watch towers on each corner northeast, northwest, southeast and southwest. Entering through the large gates embellished with the bronze décor of the royal family’s emblem. The emblem for the royal family was a wise soul pouring wisdom into a cauldron which when then be spread to the common folks as their legacy carries on. Walking through the gates you would cross over a drawbridge which underneath was an alligator infested stream of water that flowed around the encampment. Finally arriving at the door of the castle two large solid gold doors frame with two bronze pillars embellish with the most unique designs of water lilies and pomegranate, the meaning would have to be explain by the grand architect which you’ll meet later, so save your questions.
By Jairus Noor4 years ago in Fiction
You Watched Me Fall
Come on. Stop looking at me like that. It’s your fault I'm in this position...go get some help! If only an owl could. Well I guess you’re company at least, someone to vent to... Aidan’s gonna kill me: he's always said not to get distracted by the animals along the roadsides.
By Victoria Bamber4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Roxy and Binks
“What a lovely adventure that was!” said a small voice from a small girl, in a little tent under the bright stars. Another voice, (the voice of a piglet as a matter of fact) squealed a small, joyful reply, that meant something like, “That was a wonderful adventure, wasn’t it Roxy? I liked the part where I smelt the dandelions and ate an acorn.” “Tomorrow we can build a boat and sail down the river to the cave. Do you remember the cave we found, Binks?” asked Roxy. Night continued on as the pair planned the events of the next day. Eventually, the sleepy piglet’s head began to do that thing that sleepy heads do, which is to say it nodded slowly as he began to drift off. “Oh, you’re right, it is past your bedtime,” replied his friend sympathetically. “You have had a lot of adventures today, and adventures make you tired.” As the piglet nestled his head in the grass under the blanket-tent under the stars, Roxy removed her cloak and shrouded her little lantern with it. Through the fabric it cast a dull, pinkish-orangish glow over the piglet who now wore a contented smile. “Good night Binks, sleep tight,” said his friend. Roxy squirmed into her sleeping bag, turned off the lantern, sighed a sleepy sigh, and closed her eyes.
By Sylas Reid4 years ago in Fiction
My meeting with the "Ghost Wind"
On this journey as The Traveler, though i have forgotten my name, my past mirrored only by blurred images, i have been sent on a path to find the Hall of Light and Shadow to find the answers to the burning questions that lie within me. As instructed by one of the town elders, my path would first take me into the Neverending Woods.
By william u cowser4 years ago in Fiction
