Adventure

Outside Of My Constricted View
Introduction Normality. That word is foreign, abnormal to me. Yes, that’s extremely ironic. I see people going to work, caring for their children, eating at restaurants. I mean, nothing is stopping me from doing that, but it feels wrong. If I can’t do those things, then will I just end up being alone for the rest of my life? Maybe I’m just spouting nonsense, but I can’t truly embrace normal because I’m not “normal” myself. That's what this world taught me to believe. However, my Brother, Ren, looked at the world a little differently.
By Jonathan Liwasa4 years ago in Fiction
The Beckoning
A voice beckons her. She wasn’t sure she heard the voice at first because she was too engrossed in her own thoughts. Despite listening carefully, she cannot make out who it is coming from, therefore, gaining her full attention. Shifting in her seat, she looks around to see if the people in the Cafe, or the people on the street, can hear the voice—they don’t. The voice seems to be coming down from somewhere near the ocean. Before she has time to register her actions, the girl stands up—the Cafe and her toast long forgotten—and begins walking down the cobblestone pathway towards the ocean.
By Emma Ogilvie4 years ago in Fiction
THE GATE KEEPER AND THE STONE
Prologue Aunya lifted her heavy eye lids to see where the light was coming from. It was much too early to rise for the day, so what could possibly be burning her eyes with such great intensity?
By M.Dee 4 years ago in Fiction
Karakai
Sweat coalesced on my body so much so, I felt like I had just fallen into a river and then went straight back to running. The air was thick and all this huffing made it feel like I was breathing water. As I sprinted through the rainforest, I masked my scent by grabbing chunks of mud, rubbing it all over myself. I took some leaves and stuck them on the bits of mud that were on me, hoping that it would all stick. None of that stopped the Enforcers from tracking me. Blood from a knife wound oozed out of my leg and I could feel the warm liquid flow down my leg as trekked the jungle at a frantic pace, leaving clues of my whereabouts. It was the dead of night too. Everything was pitch black except for the places where the moonlight shone and the silhouettes of the lights that the Enforcers lit behind me.
By Marlon Velasco4 years ago in Fiction
A Love That Traveled But Never Died
Swinging saloon doors opened wide. A man walked in and peers around the room. He shot a few whistles at brothel girls sitting on men’s laps. Can-can girls were dancing for money up on the bars as well as maiden wenches shadowing dark figures in the brightly lit windows. Smoke filled the air as menfolk sat, puffing on their cigars. There in the background sounded loud honky-tonk playing broken notes. Drunken fellows were rowdy while betting to win an intense hand at poker. A few momentarily paused and nodded at the cowboy directing their way.
By Caleen Radabah4 years ago in Fiction
A Penguin New Year
The Three little Penguins New Year By John Matthews Another year was ending, Christmas had come and now passed. The “2022” New Year was on its way. Three Little Penguins Mumbles, Harvey, and Pierre have just finish celebrating Christmas at their Aunt Mimi house in Boynton, Beach, Florida and were wondering what they do for the New Year. They decided to go up North and visit Aunt Marie, in Philadelphia. Mumbles told them about the famous New Year’s Eve Parade with the Mummers. Harvey and Pierre lived in Florida and never seen the Mummers or traveled to Philadelphia. Mumbles told them about the Fancy costumes, String Bands, and dances they performed in center city. It would be a unique experience for Harvey, and Pierre to see for the first time. The Three Little Penguins told Aunt Mimi that they wanted go to Philadelphia and experience this tradition. Aunt Mimi contacted Aunt Marie and made the arrangements for Harvey, Mumbles, and Pierre to travel to celebrate the New Year holiday up North. The penguins were excited and couldn’t wait to arrive and see all this for themselves. They each went to their room to get some sleep before traveling the next day to the Airport for their new adventure.
By John Matthews 4 years ago in Fiction
A Walk
Marnie teetered on the bump where the carpet from the living room met the warped hardwood of the kitchen. Her mother was cooking breakfast. The tune from an old country-western song made its way from the radio and washed over Marnie’s mother. She started the hum along to the chorus.
By Tiz Moore4 years ago in Fiction
People Watching
Alice spent her nights, her afternoons, her mornings, and every time in between in awe of a woman who left her. Though in her mind, she was never left, or abandoned, or forgotten, like everyone tried to tell her she was. Her mother was called on a secret mission, left with the impossible choice of her family or her country. Or, she was an undercover spy, sent to spy on the daily lives of Americans and got too far in when her home country called her back. No, she never could have just -- left. Every afternoon at exactly 3:00, Alice would go to her favorite cafe in her town in Pennsylvania and order a pastrami sandwich, always making sure to add extra mayo. She’d sit at a table in the far corner, the one that always had the most light, with her notebook, eagerly jotting down notes of the possible past lives of each and every person that walked through the cafe doors that day. Maybe, just maybe, one of those people would be her mother.
By Ivy Mars4 years ago in Fiction
A FAWN & HER MOON
There was once a Young Fawn who lived under the careful watch of her father Sun and mother Moon. The Fawn loved to play outside all the time. She adventured in the forest throughout each day, inspecting plants and wildlife she came across, taking notes and studying. With the Sun always watching her, she would find shaded areas to hide away because he was an angry Sun. He shone down bright and hard, always reckless, always hopeless. He truly was a hotheaded and selfish Sun. Each day the Fawn would hide away from him, waiting to cuddle up under the protective and comforting light of the Moon.
By Miranda Wanamaker4 years ago in Fiction
The Mortal Tartarus
"RUN MALAKAI!!!" Yelled Samuel as he led the way. "DON'T LOOK BACK!!!" However the young lad had already made that foolish mistake. The boy glanced over his shoulder to see nothing but horror chasing after him. Three monstrosities, all sporting the same ghastly features. Big burly frames, all running on four legs with horns sprouting out the top of their heads and backs of their legs. Their constant barking and chomping exposed their long and jagged yellow teeth, which just like their black fur, was stained with the blood of their previous victims.
By Jelen Mango4 years ago in Fiction
DANNY
When I look back now, my childhood was full of what I’d call rural gothic horror. We weren’t like kids today, who are tethered by smartphones and GPS. We pretty much did what we wanted, so long as we weren’t caught.
By Catherine Kenwell4 years ago in Fiction
Permafrost
Prologue Page #1 Young Faun girl #1 My mother says I'm special because I was chosen by the elders! Young Maru turns back to see the other children talking.
By Marshall BranMuffin4 years ago in Fiction