Adventure
Unfinished business in Old and New Mexico.
Unfinished business in Old and New Mexico. The ramblings of Drew. Chapter one; The message. As all good adventures begin we have our hero and their trusted sidekick. I was most definitely the sidekick following blindly the hero trusting he knew what he was doing. It all began shortly after I had returned from New York. My neighbor had gone above and beyond while I was gone. This guy did everything I asked him to do as well as hang that light fixture I had been putting off installing! Only reasonable thing to do was have him over for dinner. So here we were, having enjoyed steaks from the grill, sipping scotch on my back porch when he brought up a strange email he had received that afternoon from a company associate he had worked with.
By G Andrew Pratt4 years ago in Fiction
The Wind's Breath
The cool, nighttime wind blew through my shaggy blonde hair. I stared out at the never-ending, dark sea from aboard Ruby’s huge pirate ship. It was no longer safe within the Great Sea and we were attempting to find an island to relocate to. Even after the demise of trade that had fallen apart within the scattered islands. Everyone was alone, and struggling. Most islands had different traits and skills that the inhabitants had used. My hometown was responsible for livestock for example. But with how scattered everyone was, we had decided to search for one large island to relocate everyone to. It would take years of work, but our scouting expedition was pure fate. I just had honestly wanted to find a new place for my grandmother and sister to rest. There was just too much trade fighting. This would even the playing field out.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 years ago in Fiction
Tempest on the Deep
He was a maritimer. His father was a maritimer and his father’s father was a maritimer. He lived and breathed the maritime provinces and the bounties they brought. For three generations now his family had fished off the shores of Nova Scotia and the sea had been good to them. He loved being a fisherman, the air permeated your lungs and nostrils until the only thing you could smell was the salt of the ocean. The waves rocked your boat back and forth, sometimes lifting you so high that if you looked straight out from the wheelhouse all you could see was sky, and then crashing you back into the ocean. It was better than any amusement park ride. The pride you felt when you had had a great catch and your hold was full as you motored your way back home was unlike anything else you felt. Your chest puffed out so far you thought it was going to split wide open. You beat the sea, provided for your family, and survived another trip. You were a man.
By T.D. Zummack4 years ago in Fiction
The Underground
The air was crisp as it brushed my cheeks, you could tell summer was coming to an end when my leather jacket stopped being enough to keep me warm on my late night escapades. The city of lights was fairly quiet for a friday night, I looked around to make sure the coast was clear before hurrying down the dark alley that lay in front of me. My helmet tucked under my arm I shuffled pulling my gloves off and shoving them in my back pocket.
By Sarah Lujan 4 years ago in Fiction
Artist Unknown
Dedication To the one I love and had to let go of: The Pirate-Cowboy-Prince It started when I was little. Shiny things, pretty things caught my eye. It began with flowers and rocks. Butterflies and mushrooms. I remember once my mother hit the toadstool I had found in the yard out of my hand before I put it in my mouth. “That could be poison!” She shrieked. That was when I learned at the age of five that beautiful things could be dangerous. I didn’t learn my lesson though.
By Lauren Colgate4 years ago in Fiction
