Adventure

The Secret Adventures Of Squeakity, part 03
(Before we begin this next installment, it should be mentioned that Squeakity’s enclosure is actually a hard plastic child's swimming pool surrounded by garden fencing that was designed to keep rabbits out. The bottom half of the fencing is comprised of 1x2 inch square wire holes, whereas the upper part widens out into 3x3 inch squares. This is how she is able to climb out of her enclosure, in her stories, and embark on her many adventures.)
By Sheila Sellinger, Author4 years ago in Fiction
Seafaring Flames
Phweet~ A clear high pitch sound echoed across the vast blue ocean, emitting from a tiny golden whistle specially designed to have a unique tone. A large ship rocked on the clear waves, the whistle’s owner sat perched on the bowsprit, legs dangling off the sides. With one arm wrapped around the teenager with a snaggle toothed smile blew the whistle once more before letting it drop down to his chest and dangle on it’s silver chain.
By Crystal Ayers4 years ago in Fiction
D r e a m E c h o. First Place in The Scarlet Macaw Challenge. Top Story - November 2021.
The Ledge This is the last time I’ll jump off this cliff. My hands are still as I approach the ledge and close my eyes to meditate on oblivion.
By Justin Keeling4 years ago in Fiction
Siren's Speak
The faded green rowboat slowly glided across the still water of Pirate Bird lake during a misty early morning fog. Ripples slowly danced across the water's surface in a triangular formation and disappeared into the darkness. The silence was only broken by the muted clunks of wet wooden oars moving in oarlock sockets wrapped in linen and the soft sound of paddle ends skillfully dipped into the water in steady repetition.
By Thomas Durbin4 years ago in Fiction
A Flash of Red
The engines of the Boeing 737 roared as it picked up speed going down a runway at Houston International Airport. The nose rose, and soon the suburbs quickly shrank away. As we neared cruising altitude, the land disappeared entirely, replaced by the azure waters of the Caribbean Sea. After a while we changed seats so both of us could have a turn gawking.
By Ted Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
A kaleidoscope of Octagon Towers
This vision in my dream started with me being in a tour group of one hundred or more. We were touring what looked like one of the Pyramids in Egypt. We seemed to be in the middle of a desert and only this pyramid was in it. We were climbing up its steps when something went horribly wrong. The steps began to give way and floods of water started rushing in from the ground and swallowing up the stairs and some of the people. We all began scrambling and running to try to get away from the ever-increasing floods. Some of the walls in the pyramid going upward on ledges seemed to open up. I was trying to scramble to the top of the pyramid, for I could see a plateau at its top. I was racing to try to outrun the waters, hearing people screaming and seeing some being swallowed up, it was every man for himself. As I neared the apex of the pyramid, it had a whole different landscape that was flat for a short space and then another set of stairs leading up into another mountainous pyramid. I could hear the water rushing behind me, and still hear other people screaming and being swept away. I had to avoid the water at all cost, for I could not swim. All of a sudden there was the sound of an earthquake and the ground shuttered, then shards and cylinders and spires began coming out of the ground and rising to about 25 feet in the air. As these stone and metallic stalagmite-type shards came out of the ground, the floodwaters began to recede and like an escalator's steps continually move, so so did these shards come up out of the ground and replaced the waters. I was now walking on the flat dry paths in between the stalagmites. I headed toward some steps into an opening in one of the walls, then one of the huge stones in the wall the size of a door opened. There was a sense of dread as if soon the shards would begin to be upending again taking anything in their path. I think there were about 30 or so of us left, we headed into the door in the wall. Once inside, it looked like a museum. We seemed to be in a metallic prismatic cylinder with the most spectacular other world unknown drawings and writings on its walls, with lights shimmering from its ceiling. It was about the width of two midsized cars, and about fifty feet high. Its shape was an octagon or 8-sided room. The ceiling was shaped like a diamond and had mechanical images on different monitors of numbers and symbols, all darting back and forth across the screens. As we were still running around the walls heading toward, where we did not know, as the sense of impending doom loomed as if we didn't get to safety soon, we would perish. Above the diamond-shaped ceiling, we knew instinctively, that there were other floors above. We could hear the sound of footsteps coming from the above floor. The footsteps were unlike any normal human footsteps, but like the footsteps of giants whose heights were 100 feet tall. Heavy, thunderous earthquake-sounding and ground-shaking footsteps that seemed nervous as they moved quickly as if they did not want their existence to be discovered. Behind us was the sound of a great grinding stone that was advancing toward us that would grind us to nothing if it caught us. As we were running, I saw a man in an opening in one of the octagon's walls saying, "hurry, this way". I ran toward him and the others behind me, into the opening, once through it, we were outside again on the flat desert that stretched as far as the eye could see. We were safe outside and seemed several miles away from the pyramid. There was a small crowd all standing around wondering what this all could be. Then suddenly, the sound again of an earthquake and the ground shook and we all turned and looked back toward the pyramid, and out of the ground a powerful bursting forth of octagon-shaped buildings or towers resembling the top of the Space NeedleTower in Seattle. they broke forth out of the ground by groups of ten and twenty, stacked atop of each other slightly askew and you could see the light reflecting and bouncing off all of their sides as they towered upward, like the mythical beanstalk of Jack and the Beanstalk. These towers came up quickly stacking atop one another slightly swaying and in what seemed no more than a few seconds reached well up into the sky beyond our view. We all stood there in shock and awe looking up into the sky at these towering structures. They looked like prismatic kaleidoscopes light bouncing off and through them and bouncing off each other in a spectacular light show. Looking up to where several miles were, some of the towers broke off landing in some nearby clouds and began growing into more 8-sided prismatic towers growing upward like rungs on a ladder. There was one guy standing near saying he was going to risk going back through the opening to try to retrieve something he had left, but we knew if he would not return if he went, yet he chose to go back. The rest of us just stood there in amazement, staring up that these structures that seemed to defy gravity in their shimmering prismatic kaleidoscope beauty.
By Jeff R4 years ago in Fiction
The Targofians go to the Zoo!
A little over a year after Ripar and friends left to go back home they headed back to Earth. Things were looking up on Targof, the dirt and water samples Vocar took started them on revitalizing their planet. The seeds they got helped them plant beautiful new crops and the recipes they brought back made some mind-blowing food that their people loved. Ripar was missing his Earth friends. He was an orphan so he really didn't have family on Targof. He had good friends, but the closeness and warmth he found in his human friends was special.
By Robert Kegel4 years ago in Fiction
Hatfields and Macaws
Judy felt her heart beating out of her chest, excitement, nervousness, fear. Exhausted after two flights and now a bumpy ride in a beat-up battered jeep, roaring down windy, rocky almost nonexistent roads. Not much more then a goat trail. Her teeth rattled, feeling like a candidate for a concussion as her brain jostled in her head. Her driver and sole companion was a very stoic, silent local who was verging on being a mute. No more than four words passed between them since her tiny plane took off from Sololá’ and landed on the dirt runway that was cut into the Guatemalan forest, over two hours ago.
By JBaz4 years ago in Fiction
Ruby’s Gift
Nobody knew where she came from or how she arrived that day but the events that followed and the legacy she created will be remembered forever.
By Janilynn 4 years ago in Fiction
Mrs. Joy And The Sea
November in New York is a colorful fall foliage month. After sunset, the weather got chilly, but something was suffocating for Mrs. Joy. She was unable to understand how to convince Erica to leave her and start a new life. Erica had been living with her for around 12 years. When Mrs. Joy brought Erica to her home, she was a small kid, but now she had turned into a young, gorgeous, and very talented girl.
By Rohit Abhimanyukumar 4 years ago in Fiction
Land of the Lost
October 30, 2021. The annual birthday extravaganza had arrived and it was a big one: 30, and not to mention it was her champagne birthday, too; 30 on the 30th.
By Jesse Bixby4 years ago in Fiction
The Reservoir: Part One
Jillian isn’t like other little girls. She has special abilities that terrify her mother and father. They treat her horribly by neglecting her, locking her in the basement, and sometimes not letting her eat for days at a time. The only person who looks out for is her older brother, Jackson. Three weeks ago, he developed a runaway plan for him and Jillian to escape their parents and live on their own. They staged a kidnapping while their parents were out in the city, and when they came home the two were gone. Jackson and Jillian fled up into the hills that overlook their city.
By Athan4 years ago in Fiction