Adventure
The Secret Adventures Of Squeakity, part 02
Squeakity paced the circumference of her enclosure, her whiskers twitching to the rhythm of her rapidly beating heart. If what Tigera said was true, then it was terrible news. The pine shavings under her feet made little crunching sounds as she wiggled back and forth on her stubby little legs. After four or five lengths, she stopped at the northern edge and looked up at Tigera.
By Sheila Sellinger, Author4 years ago in Fiction
The Sweet Song of the Macaw
The year was 1935 and Hubert Rockingford was employed by J.K. Atlas Insurance Company. He was a former cop, former private investigator, and was now an insurance investigator. He liked his job, if he couldn’t be a cop anymore and private investigator was getting too dangerous, then this was the best of both worlds. Every now and then he investigated the odd fraudulent broken arm or leg, but mainly he investigated stolen property. This wasn’t ‘someone stole my bike’ or anything like that, he had performed well in this position, saved the company countless thousands of dollars, earned the trust of the head man himself and was now the lead investigator for all the high-end merchandise that appeared to go missing.
By T.D. Zummack4 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Adventures Of Squeakity, part 01
As the lights went out for the night and all was quiet in the room that she shared with the cats, Squeakity heard something strange coming from the room next to hers. The connecting door was open a few inches, but not enough to see through, even if she could see in the dark. From the open door leading to the living room, she could see the blinking green lights of the computer router. The hum of the heater and clicking of the ceiling fan as it turned round and round were familiar sounds to her. So, what was the sound she had heard?
By Sheila Sellinger, Author4 years ago in Fiction
The Secret City of the Sun
Author's Note: What if Confederate plans for a new nation and base of operations in South America had been a success? Confederate Rebels, Union Officers, a young Englishman and a Confederate spy, and a treasured Inca Temple sought by an archaeologist, feature in this action adventure novel set after the America Civil War.
By Mark Newell4 years ago in Fiction
Reflections
As J waded into the shallows, the water crept up his thighs, and his teeth began to chatter. There were goosebumps on every part of his body and the hair on his arms prickled. He was chilled to the bone, but J was on a mission. Once the water was chest height, J inhaled deeply and submerged himself entirely. The shock of the icy water was enough to make anyone gasp but after a few seconds, his body acclimatized to the temperature. It would have been a pleasant evening he thought to himself as he treaded water. The moon was shining through the clouds and the air was brisk, but not too cool considering the time of the year. J looked at his watch, it was almost time.
By Katherine Huitema4 years ago in Fiction
A Sign of Good Fortune
Edward stepped off the plane and walked down the stairs, evoking a thirty-nine-year-old memory. Back then, as a child travelling with his parents Ecuador was exotic and new. He was thrilled, riding the high of expectations despite the exhaustion of travel. He remembered stepping to the bottom of the plane’s stairs outside of the terminal and walking across the apron toward Customs. There had been a line of soldiers preventing the new arrivals from skipping past the Customs line, and he dutifully followed along.
By L. Lane Bailey4 years ago in Fiction
Journey to Nomadland
I woke up in jail with the jackboot of a SWAT team officer pressed down on my back. Choking from tear gas, grabbed by my hair, handcuffed, and thrown into the back of a paddy wagon. This was not a dream or an anti-vax demonstration flashback. I was under arrest for joining a homelessness rally. After all, America was great again. I worked as a business development executive and my employer bankrupt.
By Arlo Hennings4 years ago in Fiction
