Adventure
De'Coration Academy for Exceptional Rabbits Part 7: An Exciting Invitation
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 Sprinkles and Marshmallow Marshmallow and Sprinkles had well and truly settled into their new lodge. However, their observations of the humans continued to be very confusing. The humans seemed to both serve the great sky rabbits and something else. It was very frustrating. Marshmallow and Sprinkles had yet to find a way of monitoring the humans once they retreat into the lair. Months had passed and they had gained minimal additional information. The Academy was content with the rate of progress. It had, after all, taken generations of Exceptional Rabbits to gather the amount of information they had. The Secret Paw remained silent. They had sent no message and they and set no missions. Every so often one of their operatives would drop by to see Marshmallow and Sprinkles and learned anything new or exciting.
By Rebecca harmsworth4 years ago in Fiction
A Puffin's Love
Gavin's mind wandered while the others milled about. They would glance up to him from time to time but he paid them no heed. Even though his poor vision made it hard to see them clearly, those glances had been a part of his life for as long as he could remember. A mix of awe, admiration, lust and envy. They would gaze in wonder at his beauty and splendour. None were as beautiful as Gavin. Everyone knew that, none more-so than Gavin himself.
By David Collings4 years ago in Fiction
The Ice Hero
Suzy took off her gloves and blew onto her fingers, rubbing her hands together to try and get the blood flowing and keep her hands warm. She grabbed her water bottle and wrapped her microfibre towel around the lid, twisted with all her might and managed to get the lid off. The weather was so cold that the lid often froze on tight, and she struggled with a few attempts to get it open. She took a sip, wincing as the cold water hit her throat. She sighed and looked around at the vast landscape. Snow blanketed everything around her, but the sun was shining, and the mountains loomed around her. Every time she stopped to soak it all in it took her breath away.
By Jaqui O'Donohoe 4 years ago in Fiction
Temptation of the Ice
Tentatively Sherry took a step, it was always the way every winter. Fresh snow covered the trees and a fresh, hard layer of ice covered Marquine Pond in to a frozen wonderland. She had been cautious every year since she had slipped and fell through the ice one year and caught pneumonia. She missed the whole season of ice-skating and she vowed never to make that mistake again. Feeling that the ice was stable underneath her skate, she edged her other foot so was fully on the pond. She let out a breath.
By Ashleigh Holmes4 years ago in Fiction
The Pond that is Always Frozen
Growing up, all the kids had their own ideas about what lived in the frozen pond a mile outside of town. The pond was never given a name, it was simply known as the frozen pond. Charlie Sims said it was full of pond snakes. Lane West said it was full of demon spawn. We would terrify each other with stories of what could be lurking in the depths of the frozen water. Stories filled with unsuspecting victims lured to the water's edge, only to be plucked from our world and dragged down into the next. In every story, the pond was always frozen, or icy, or ice cold. But it was not just the stories; one of the many curious things about the pond was that it was always frozen, or, in some months, filled with large chunks of ice. Anyone who dared walk close to the edge of the pond would find the ground slowly growing colder with each step. Of course, if you took it upon yourself to investigate the claims, you would find no one who could confirm them. But everyone in the town has seen the frozen eeriness of the pond from afar, summer and winter, it was always frozen there. One could argue that the pond was more like a lake, it did have quite a large island almost smack dab in the middle. Three large fir trees dominated the island, their icy needles always shining in the sunlight. It was the new year festival; the celebrations were always held in sight of the pond. It was a tradition, the origins of which no one could remember, yet it was done, year after year. And so, every person young and old, big and small was brought forth to see the frozen oddity in our otherwise warm world.
By Floyd Doolittle4 years ago in Fiction
Escape
Asia walked as far as the pond a mile from her home and stood at the edge, watching her breath swirl in a mist before dissolving into the frigid air. She knew that back home her family was beginning their day, blissfully unaware of her absence. They wouldn’t notice she was gone for at least another hour when her mother would, in a huff of parental irritation, knock on her door and tell her empty bed that her breakfast was getting cold. She wasn’t sure she could stand the temperature that long and knew she’d have to go back sooner than later. Her eagerness to escape the monotony of her life caused her to forget that she was walking out into one of the coldest days of the year woefully unprepared. She had worn canvas sneakers which did nothing to stop the snow from biting her ankles and toes. Still in her pajamas, which were hardly thick enough to protect her skin from the wind, she had put on her winter coat and run out the door. As she walked through the wooded hills, she remained slightly warm, her racing heart pumping hot blood through her veins, but as she stood and stared at the pond, she began to shiver. She knew she had to move, but she wasn’t ready to go home yet. She needed more time alone. Away from the watchful eye of her mother, who was going to have a fit when she realized her daughter had taken leave of the comfort that she worked so hard to provide the family. Away from her father, the man of the house, who busied himself with propositions and acquisitions so as not to have to deal with the family. Away from her baby sister who, with her curls and bright eyes, was the focus of the family. Before she could even think she stepped forward. Her friend told her once that the ice on the pond was solid this time of year and if you didn’t hesitate you could walk clear across without even a crack. I’m not that brave, she said to herself as she took another step. She looked down at her wet sneakers and at the ice beneath her feet and watched, like it was someone else, as they took another step, then another. There was no movement, no water sloshing under the ice telling her that her friend was right, she could make it across. Should she try? What if she was wrong? She looked across to the other side where stood a woman. Asia hadn’t seen her approach and she surmised that he had arrived while she was staring down at the frozen water. The woman kept looking behind her and suddenly took a step onto the ice. She looked across and began waving wildly at Asia before taking another hesitant step. Suddenly, out from the woods came a man. He screamed at the woman to stop and she begged him to leave her alone. Easily, he snatched her from the ice and threw her against a tree, knocking her unconscious immediately. Still unaware that Asia was there, the man picked the woman up and threw her out onto the ice. Asia, gasped as the woman flew like a rag doll onto the pond, a pool of blood quickly forming under her. Suddenly, the man looked up and saw Asian staring at him. She turned to run but she had walked so far out onto the ice she slipped with every step. She looked behind her and saw the man step onto the pond and realizing the ice was thick enough to hold him, he began charging towards her. Asia, turned and slid as fast as she could to the frozen ground just a few feet away. When she was finally able to gain traction from the grass, she headed up the hill, looking back only after hearing what she knew to be cracking ice. In the center of the pond, was a hole. The man was gone. The woman still lay motionless, twenty yards from where the man had fallen in. She searched her pockets but she had left her phone at home, just like everything else. As she ran through the woods, the bitter air burning her lungs she regretted ever leaving that morning. She regretted the way she felt towards her family. She wished she had stayed in bed until her mother called her down for the breakfast she had made, if not lovingly at least thoughtfully. Finally, she made it to the road and panting she flagged down the first car she saw.
By Sarah COOK4 years ago in Fiction
Remodeling the soul
Whoosh. Smoke billowed out in front of her, fogging the cab of the small SUV and blurring the features of the people driving and riding with her momentarily, as the numbness settled itself in for the duration of the ride. Grogginess struck within minutes, almost before she had found the will to let go of the glass apparatus, passing it to a man that she had been forced to realize she never knew in the first place. Head lolling to the side, the panic and fear that had been so sharp and urgent in the prior weeks had subsided, no longer driving her to attempt escape, each time resulting in physic'al violence and manipulation of her mind to a degree she had no real cognizance of. Even now, the angle of her mind's eye was as off-kilter as the rest of her world for the last few months. As the warm skin of her temple and cheek met with cool glass and consciousness escaped her, one final warning alarm kept ringing through the curiously empty spaces of her mind before unconsciousness devoured reality and began its' ritual assault. She wanted to be in this car, on this journey...
By mara rollins4 years ago in Fiction
From Water to Ice
For many years now, a lone individual in Alaska has walked across a large frozen pond longing for it to unfreeze. The pond has been frozen nonstop for 15 years since this individual was a teenager. While a teenager, the visitor would enjoy walking around, fishing, swimming, and sitting at the edge of this pond. This pond contains memories of catching big fish, swimming across its entire length of 2 miles, and simply relaxing. These are the types of things this person would like to continue enjoying. However, the pond had other plans and froze into ice.
By Frank Sartain4 years ago in Fiction
