Adventure
The Nightingales Over The Orchards
I: The Texan’s Wife The low, howling wind across the American plains, indistinguishable from the lonesome cry of the stray coyote, carries the scent of iron and blood rippling through the seas of tall grains. The storm clouds overhead, rolling and crashing thunderously into each other, fill the darkening plains skies with cracks of jagged purple lightning. Major Robert Stone sits on his speckled and scarred, half-blind horse and watches the storm roll east. He takes in the scent of the iron, a nearby battle has just ended and nothing fuels Stone more than the smell of death. He has much ground to travel if he is ever going to catch his bounty and heads off into the brewing, storm-filled night. The year is 1863. Look around you. You are here.
By M. S. Quinn4 years ago in Fiction
A Perfect Society
Revja was the kind of woman that flew under almost everyone's radar. She got good grades but never really felt the need to excel in academia. She knew she was smart, and she doesn't feel the need to prove it. Since Revja is now twenty-five she is now in her final year of society preparations at Rigby. Rigby University and Quarry is a federally funded live-in academy where all members of society learn the rules and roles of the social order. Revja was just tall enough to survive sorting, yet not quite tall enough to draw attention from the sea of people in the halls and corridors of Rigby. Coasting was the game here. “I just need to graduate” a mantra uddered through the halls as the semester wrapped up. Revja started making her way to the dining hall, her hair militantly pulled back, her uniform pressed, she was someone who never got in trouble but she also knew to never push her luck. Laser-focused she settled in her seat, the final days of classes feeling heavier than usual. While the other students frantically prepared for The Summit Exam. she couldn’t be bothered. She knew I was gonna pass, she always does. It’s what fate she would serve if she didn’t get the score she wanted.
By Maria Sanchez4 years ago in Fiction
The Moon Goddess
His friend’s eyes had glossed over. A new personality had joined them. The alcohol settled into his body, bringing forth the inebriated version of himself. His tone of voice increased and a lack of focus was unquestionably present. It seemed as if his friend had no cares in this world, which, sadly, he knew wasn’t true. Rio observed his old associate with sorrow. They sat face to face at the sticky table in the beer tent. The smell of old beer splattered all over the floor made Rio uncomfortable. He had joined his friend out of sheer pity, which now, he regretted. He watched as his friend gulped down the last bits of his stale beer and bang the glass on the table. He reached out for the pretty waitress.
By Nadia Iris4 years ago in Fiction
The Monks Have The Leads
The lead list came in. Nitre, excited for a new beginning, even with rising anxiety. He did not expect the twist though. "Viking and you will be visiting these leads. We want to show off all your friendly faces!" Toledo said excitedly, thinking this was a revolutionary idea. Toledo, the boss, always presented old ideas as new.
By Owen Blake4 years ago in Fiction
Saints of New Orleans
Day started like All the rest down here in Mississippi. Hot and muggy as soon as the daylight broke through the dark night. My little brother still asleep like usual, leaving me to make breakfast and do all the morning chores. He was 20 years my junior and I was pretty much the only father figure he had ever known. Ma and pa died of the scarlet fever not long after he was born. I was 26 and off fighting a war that I had no business in. As soon as I got my discharge papers I was on my way back home. That's where I found this ferrel little child with eyes like mine. He must have been born just after I left. It took some learning and several whippings to get him back into a form that resembles humanity. Sometimes I think that the whipping hurt me more than it did him. After a few years he had become a model child that others would base their thoughts of a good boy on. I can't imagine what he saw before I showed up.
By Micheal Rogers4 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
Six Hours to Save the World
I take a look at my watch noting that it's six now. I have six more hours to save the world. Now I realize obviously this sounds like a pretty big thing to just be doing but I'm at least partially trained for these sorts of scenarios. I work for a shadow organization that specializes in world saving and well this is my first day of field duty. Unfortunately all the other agents are out dealing with other bigger threats than my own so it's just me this time. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous but I think I got this.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Fiction
Joe's Garage
My dream took place in a freestanding garage with a padlocked main garage door and a built-in standard door inset in the main door. Upon entering the garage from the hot and lonely alley, a brief look around revealed many mementos and memorabilia acquired during a lifetime of travels.
By Marv Wells4 years ago in Fiction
The Drowsy Cub Who Yearned For Slumber
The trees wept a certain dew on the mornings Huey’s mom barged into his room yelling about leaving in time so she would make it to work. “This is the last time I’m going to tell you. Get up!” Her stomps roared against the wood floors as she walked back to the kitchen repeating her words until they rippled away.
By Samuel Minniefield4 years ago in Fiction
