Adventure
Sweet Remembrances of a Simpler Time
"I could run like the wind and ride my bike like there was no tomorrow. Oh, I loved to ride my bike." Matilda smiled, brown eyes twinkling under lavender plastic-rimmed glasses and cotton-white hair as she remembered herself as a young girl in the 1930s. Quickly I looked for something to write with, something to write on. When she started out this way, there would be a story erupting soon. If not a cogent story, then wisps of memories - names, places, events - that I could weave together later through both gentle urging and more pointed questions. This was family history, and she was the last of that generation to tell it.
By B.B. Potter4 years ago in Fiction
Piloting, Pants, and Airships
"Miss Evangeline Forester, how do you plead?" The voice said in a bord drone of a public official as he shuffled papers and glanced fleetingly at the young woman. The woman didn’t answer the prosecutor but instead directed her statement to the judge.
By Kat Dehring4 years ago in Fiction
Four Seasons
Time Four seasons, is about a ten year old boy, that remembers his childhood, on a family orchard. Ten year old peter, and family, work on, a family orchard, surrounded by, pears, apples and other farm fresh foods. Peters dad micheal, helps his brother joseph, run the orchard. One day, joseph, asked peter to grab some pails, and follow him. Once they arrive at the orchard, they begin, to pick the fresh pears, from the tree. They take the pears and head back home. During the walk back, to the house, joseph tells peter, they’ll be harvesting the fruits soon, to trade for other goods, at the county market. The next sunday, peter, watched from the kitchen window, as his father and uncle, attended the harvest, with others. The fruits were picked and harvested. They would trade, for cotton and other goods from the town market
By Latoya Lawless4 years ago in Fiction
WINNING V GAINING
Somewhere along the blurred lines of creating a masterpiece which nets you a winning celebratory purse, and finding the heartfelt words to happily convey them, I seem to flounder. Is it the nagging little bugger on your left shoulder, contradicting the voice of reason sitting on your right shoulder.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
That Strange Cry For Help
“Did you see that garden?!” “Did I?! Did you see the chick in white?!” “Bro, the one in white; that’s all I say.” Best friends Johnny and Marcus happily walked into the warm, dim lit bar they often visited after work and on weekends. “The hell are you two talking about?” Jennifer, a bartender and Johnny’s younger sister, sat drinking whiskey in a booth with her husband Frank. “We followed a rabbit down a hole.” Johnny said, hanging his jacket on the back of his chair before taking a seat, Marcus joining Jennifer and Frank In the booth. “Word? Then what…” “No! Drink.” Jennifer interrupted Frank, pouring drinks for her brother & friend. “If you guys are done following rabbits, are we ready for the fireworks tonight?” “Don’t you worry sis, Dad just needs to bring the secret box of fireworks he’s been collecting since January; otherwise, we’re pretty much set.” “What else Is missing Johnny?” Jennifer asked as she poured everyone another drink, knowing her brother was hiding something. “Nothing I just, I kind of wanna go back through that rabbit hole.” “Right?!” Marcus agreed with Johnny. “So, this whole rabbit hole business really happened?” “Oh indeed, suffice it to say we had a really good time.” Marcus drank from his cup. “Okay, so you want to go to another realm instead of the New Year’s Eve party our parents have been planning since last New Year. Is that what you’re saying?” Jennifer closed her eyes, rubbing her frontal lobes. “Just for a second! Have you ever seen a hookah smoking caterpillar? Cause we have and he was absolutely delightful.”
By Darnell King4 years ago in Fiction
That Strange Cry For Help
“Did you see that garden?!” “Did I?! Did you see the chick in white?!” “Bro, the one in white; that’s all I say.” Best friends Johnny and Marcus happily walked into the warm, dim lit bar they often visited after work and on weekends. “The hell are you two talking about?” Jennifer, a bartender and Johnny’s younger sister, sat drinking whiskey in a booth with her husband Frank. “We followed a rabbit down a hole.” Johnny said, hanging his jacket on the back of his chair before taking a seat, Marcus joining Jennifer and Frank In the booth. “Word? Then what…” “No! Drink.” Jennifer interrupted Frank, pouring drinks for her brother & friend. “If you guys are done following rabbits, are we ready for the fireworks tonight?” “Don’t you worry sis, Dad just needs to bring the secret box of fireworks he’s been collecting since January; otherwise, we’re pretty much set.” “What else Is missing Johnny?” Jennifer asked as she poured everyone another drink, knowing her brother was hiding something. “Nothing I just, I kind of wanna go back through that rabbit hole.” “Right?!” Marcus agreed with Johnny. “So, this whole rabbit hole business really happened?” “Oh indeed, suffice it to say we had a really good time.” Marcus drank from his cup. “Okay, so you want to go to another realm instead of the New Year’s Eve party our parents have been planning since last New Year. Is that what you’re saying?” Jennifer closed her eyes, rubbing her frontal lobes. “Just for a second! Have you ever seen a hookah smoking caterpillar? Cause we have and he was absolutely delightful."
By Darnell King4 years ago in Fiction
Lucid
I froze to death before the excessive bleeding from my leg wound could kill me. Well, it was probably more like a tie. It all took less than five minutes from start to finish. Losing consciousness is an… interesting experience. It’s uncomfortable and stressful, as though your fingers are losing their grip on the edge of a cliff and when your fight is over you are sent tumbling uncontrollably into the abyss of your mind’s safest refuge, darkness. It feels unnatural, as you fight to keep your awareness here, now, in the waking present. It feels like I imagine dying might feel. But then again, for me it did mean death, and die I did. I froze to death, and it’s the only reason that I’m alive today.
By Rob Cunliffe4 years ago in Fiction
No Time Like The Present
The world was out of control! Everyone knew it but no one could slow it down. Just like everyone else, I basically jumped on and went along for the ride. I had a nice job and a nice life. I had good friends and a great wife! I remember the day I said to my wife, I think I'm going to buy a smart car. She said, " sure Honey, whatever you want." Now that's what I'm talking about. A "Great" wife! I went down and bought a Audi A8. I loved it! Showing this car off was easy, because it shows itself off. That's what it's saying while it parks for you. "Check out these curves."
By Scott Sinderson4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3000 Part G
Everybody joined in for a wholesome breakfast and CJ provided shade, by elongating his branches and sprouting more leaves. “Hey Pops! Nothing like Italia’s home-cooked breakfast under a tree, right? Stick with us and you’ll never run out of anything,” CJ said with sincerity.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
