Adventure
The Pear Tree and the Boy vs. The Man Bull
“Never touch it!” Dan replayed each warning his mother and father had given him as he looked out the window. A warning about the punishment from above that would befall any boy or girl who disobeyed their parents by going near the pear tree. By touching it. But Dan was curious. And starving. A curious, starving child.
By Andrew Dominguez4 years ago in Fiction
A Day in our Lives
Have you ever known someone whose life seems full of adventures and strange occurrences on a daily basis? I’ve had friends tell me that my life is rather unique and that if they hadn’t witnessed some of the daily events firsthand, they would surely believe I was making it up. I simply laugh as, to me, it doesn’t seem strange at all and I always thought everyone had things like this happen to them on a daily basis. Let me give you an example of what I’m talking about:
By Maggie Castellanos4 years ago in Fiction
The Wanderings of Cedric Slip
I balanced on that delicate wire of life. I definitely was not dead. But I wasn’t quite alive either. I stirred from my dank room of dreams. The Great Puppet Master flicked my eyelids open. Strings tugged and dropped at my stiff joints, dragging my body with them. Wilted, I sat limp, positioned on the edge of the bed as my brain pulsed images of the night’s dreams through to my state of wakefulness. It was the same dream. Again…
By Robyn Grant4 years ago in Fiction
Sacred Pear Trees and Pagan Rites
To the North of the Silk Road, between the Black Sea on the west and the Caspian Sea on the east, lies a barbaric and mountainous land held by pagans called the Vainakh. Merchants who travelled nearby told stories of the strange rituals of these lands: ancestor worship and tree veneration, among other foul heathen practices. Every spring a week before Beltane, the priestesses gather to perform a lottery. One girl of marriageable age is chosen as the sacred vessel, to take part in a rite honouring Tusholi, the goddess of fertility, though purportedly no Vainakh will say what the rite entails. -Marco Polo, on an expunged page
By Danielle Loewen4 years ago in Fiction
De'Coration Academy for Exceptional Rabbits Part 8: Under The Wall
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 Sprinkles and Marshmallow The humans had done something terrible! They had made the walls around the garden taller. It was now impossible to get out of the gardens into the wild. Marshmallow and Sprinkles were horrified. They couldn’t fulfil their duties to The Academy or to The Secret Paw if they couldn’t leave the garden! They would have to find some way of getting out and they would have to do it alone as all of their contacts were now on the other side of the wall.
By Rebecca harmsworth4 years ago in Fiction
Forbidden Nashinoki
Once upon a time there lived a beautiful huge pear tree named “Nashinoki” that sat in the middle of the forbidden forest where no outsider could ever set foot here for it was forbidden, even if anyone tried to enter they would be struck by lightning for not following this one rule in this land. This very tree was the only home to thousands of birds and fairies, in return they took care of the tree and it of them. They defended it, loved it, prayed to it and believed in it.
By Corinne Del Cid4 years ago in Fiction
Warped Pears
I awakened to my heart beating and the sound of my feet being drugged across the floor. Lights were flickering in and out. I thought to myself where I could be? Why can’t I move my body? A loud screeching noise seemed to fill the halls. How was I moving? Who had me? As I they turned the corner my body flew forward. Slumped down into my knees I could see my feet resting as if I was being pushed in a wheelchair. A hand reaches and yanks me back into a seated position. I could hear low muffles as I was being pushed down this long hall. All the doors seemed to be shut. How did I get here? I asked myself. I couldn’t remember the last thing I was doing. Or place I had been. What’s Happening to meeeeeeee!! My thoughts poured out of my mouth into a yell. “shhhh”, “you must be quiet”. Whispered a voice. “Where are you taking me”? I said frantically. “Shhhhhh”. “Who are you”? I asked. “Help, now keep it down or we’re gonna get caught”. “Where am?” I feel a pinch in the side of my neck. Everything became blurry again. Screech! Screech! Screech! (Darkness)
By Melanie D1V1NiTY Montgomery4 years ago in Fiction
Fragrant Wildflowers with a dash of Temptation
It is a beautifully glorious sunny summers day. Perfect for a sprightly hike in the countryside. After a really long walk, I finally found a picturesque spot to laze in the sunshine. The English landscape with its flora and fauna has outdone itself today.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Anne and the Pear Tree
Anne was a little girl when she learned not to talk about her tree with adults. No one believed the four-year-old when she told them the tree tickled her fingers. Tickling was what she called it when she was small. Now she knew the tingling sensation was the tree’s way of letting her know it was alive and that it was her tree.
By Toni Crowe4 years ago in Fiction
