Adventure
The Adventures of Bart Davidson, Planetary Prospector
Bart Davidson jumped to hyperspace, with a course set for the Cereus system, a region of the galaxy where he had been. He was looking for planets, moons, and asteroids that had significant deposits of valuable elements. The Cereus system was large and untapped for such elements. Davidson made his living by identifying deposits of elements and selling that information to mining companies. He also dabbled in smuggling from time to time, which inevitably got him into trouble with the Outer Rim authorities. He had been successful at bribing his way out of those predicaments.
By Daniel Pavuk4 years ago in Fiction
On the Run
On the Run The light in the car stayed lit for a few seconds after Will closed the door of his pickup. He had everything he needed for the night unpacked and was ready for a fire. Will was five years older than he was the last time he was in this campground, and he felt his age as he bent down to put a spark in the bundle of old man’s beard clumped beneath small sticks. A thin grey tendril of smoke rose from the tinder, and a small flame came alive on the end of a stick.
By Alex Bergland4 years ago in Fiction
Lilac and Daniel
She was sobbing, tearing through the forest. Her blue gown flowing behind her. Her dark curls whipped in the wind as she plunged through the trees. Gasping, crying, terrified and in pain, she pressed on. The chaos behind her shrunk in the distance, yet she knew she couldn’t have stayed to help. Daniel, her love, is dying.
By Dakota Wiles4 years ago in Fiction
Pathway Back
And all the kings and kingsmen, people of the village, queens, warriors, intellects, and commonfolk came together with the intention of setting out on a quest to help me find a way back to the light that I lost. So I stayed in the dark for 30 days and 30 nights, awaiting their return, And after all that time had passed I saw them emerge from the hills, smiles from ear to ear. I found myself perplexed and surprised as they stood before me to see that they had gathered several pathways back to joy. The kingsmen came first, layed out various literature for me, upon which I wasted no time plunging in, The Koran, The Holy Bible, Upanishads, and Bhagavad Gita. However to my great dismay after scouring through page after page reading texts over and over again, dissecting words for meaning and all, I still felt empty inside.
By Shanoon Occean4 years ago in Fiction
For The Order
Darkness had begun to descend on the one street village. The inn, already on the brink of being at capacity, was receiving more business than it usually would this close to harvest. The villagers had been given a reason to flood the tavern. It was rare that a village that was barely big enough to be on a map would get outsiders passing through. One had been enough to give the folk reason to gossip for a few days. However, when two more took up residence in the spare room above the tavern and started asking questions, it had reignited the gossip.
By Robert Napier4 years ago in Fiction
Traveler, A job well done.
I know for a fact that people think I am weird, I also know they are right. I am always in my head, always have been and this made growing up as the only girl on a ranch in central Wyoming that much harder. I am sure that this is why riding the summer range late in the season and checking the cows had always been one of my favorite chores. Done right, I could ride for days and not see another soul, just the elk, deer and occasional moose. My only company was the cows, my horse and whatever dog happened to load up as I was leaving cow camp. The work is easy, ride through the lease and count cows, check their overall condition and get a general idea of how long fall round up was going to take when the time came to truck them down country to the ranch for the winter. A couple of days spent with the trees, the sky, nights sleeping on the ground, peaceful, laid back and most generally uneventful.
By Jeanne Clymore4 years ago in Fiction
The Cost of Vengeance
Deep in the forest of Arizona lived a village of Pueblo Indians led by Chief Kele. Chief Kele had become Chief after his father passed away in 1535, and had been for five years. Chief Kele led the tribe with the help of his younger brother Nantan, who led the tribe's army of warriors and hunters. Kele and his wife Ella with the help of their children, Victorio, Loco, Nalin and Jacali led the tribe peacefully. The past five years had been peaceful, they had a lot of food from their gardens and game they hunted. In the gardens they grew beans, carrots, corn and potatoes. They hunted small game like rabbit, squirrel, birds and large game like deer and bear. They lived alongside other Indian tribes nearby, sharing and trading food, fur and other supplies. All was well.
By Jennifer Stanley4 years ago in Fiction
Beauty
Someday she would manage to change the world. Not today, but in time Sarah would be important. She didn't know how, she would have to work on it. And then everyone would speak her name. She was prepared for this and that although now was the time to manage all of her karma. The karma that would get her by. It was going to be a time crunch, something that could be done with help from her neighbors and friends. Sarah put a smile on someone's face today, a good deed gone wrong. She was in the dirt and she dreamed of him everyday, which was fine with her. The tattoos that she put on her body represented the courage that Sarah was going to need for total domination. These words are flowing out of her mind as a temple of authority.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
On the Brink
The cawing of the crows had already started. She was not sure how long she had been sitting there, but the floor was freezing she suddenly realized. The beasts that had been so insistent on breaking through the door had given up a short while ago. Her heart was still racing, and the blood in her veins felt like ice. The feeling was not due to the extreme temperatures, but rather due to the fact that she had been eye to eye with death. Now that the crows outside had woken her from her state of shock she started to think of how everything had suddenly gone so wrong.
By Mattias Nagy4 years ago in Fiction
The Pact
Death rushed towards me with each beat of my heart. After all, I could see the bloodied pieces of my body spilling out of the ragged wounds through my abdomen. The claws had ripped and torn and my minimal training hadn’t even enabled me to return one strike. Pain had torn the air from my lungs, stunning me long enough for the creature to knock me on my back and begin tearing away. I wasn’t sure what had pulled it away — a sound in the distance, perhaps? But even without it there to finish the job, I was done. I could feel my blood leaving my veins, my heart fluttering with slowing beats, every bit of strength leaving me.
By Kira Lempereur4 years ago in Fiction
One Deep Breath
High Vista, Chapter 17 The River “This is madness.” The words fell from Sam’s mouth as he and the rest of the group stared at the swiftly moving water beside them. The surface appeared alive under the glow of the lamplight. It threw water sporadically around the small cave and continuously drove forward with an unrelenting pace.
By Kevin Gaylord4 years ago in Fiction
