Adventure

Before She Kidnaps
“I got your gun! Now I give the orders!” Both the woman and the much larger man stood in a darkened, windowless room, lit only by wan firelight flickering in from some unseen exterior source. It was chilly, but not near as deathly cold as outside; a fact to which the female could well attest.
By Timothy James Turnipseed4 years ago in Fiction
Whirlwind
Sitting atop the most experienced cowpony her father owned Annie watched in horror as the herd began to stampede. There were easily in excess of a thousand head of longhorn/brahma mix. Annie was set up for evening watch, most of the herd had settled in for the night so this should have been a simple stretch of watch. Out of seemingly nowhere a bolt of lightening cracked, a deafening sound as it split the old ponderosa pine down the middle. The mare had jumped but stayed in place, the cattle began lowing, then raging in full stampede mode, heading in a southern direction, back toward home. But home was already sixty miles away.
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
Oh Captain, My Captain
It was hot in the flat graveyard as our fathers glided easily over the browning grass as they took the body of our beloved August to his final resting place. They had done it as a service to the rest of us, knowing that we wouldn’t have been able to endure it. Disposing of the dead had always upset me, and it wasn’t until a few months later that I came to learn they didn’t even bury that sleek bullet of a casket draped in ivy, magnolias, and marigolds. In fact, August hadn’t even been in it at all as we stood there sweating as Gus, high as a kite, leaned on it in despair in the viewing room. They had cremated him. After we left the gravesite, they buried a small urn of his ashes and took the rest home to spread them out across the water. You can’t imagine how much better I felt having learned that—that it wasn’t a trapped and wired and patched up August in that box.
By M.C. Finch 4 years ago in Fiction
A Friend to a Beast
As the sun rises illuminating open fields before settling upon a house at the end of a dirt track the sound of a Rooster carries on the morning wind. Climbing out of his bed a man in his late 30s slides into a pair of old leather cowboy boots and throws a loose white top on as he stands up, walking out of his room and downstairs as the sound of the rooster dissipates like being burnt away by the sunrise.
By Fantasy Text4 years ago in Fiction
Miracles in Summer
I remember that one time I prayed myself to sleep. Little, lost, and scared in a territory outside of our ranch. Playing Hide and Go Seek with my older siblings, I’d wandered off past the creek, to ensure they wouldn’t find me.
By Corliss P4 years ago in Fiction
Topaz Marigolds
Topaz Marigolds – “Diamonds?” Copern whispered in wonder. “No.” He scolded himself at having forgotten that heaven held stars. “Think,” he commanded. Inhaling deeply, he steadied himself as he drank the newness in. The night breeze, the riffling stream, fragrant undergrowth, all stirred memories of a life before being imprisoned at St. Grindstone. That was seven years ago. He was taken at five.
By Sam Walker4 years ago in Fiction
De'Coration Academy for Exceptional Rabbits Part 4: Marshmallow's Solo Mission
Part 1, Part2, Part 3 Each short story can be read separately or as part of the series. Sprinkles and Marshmallow Operatives. Meet under the marigold bush two nights from now at the height of the moon. There is a new mission for you. The Secret Paw
By Rebecca harmsworth4 years ago in Fiction
Her Name is a Secret
The cabinet door squeaked a long high pitch wail that echoed out of the bathroom, down the hall, and out the kitchen window, alerting her in the driveway. She glanced back towards the house, she would be caught if she did not leave now, right now. Her hand lingered on the gate, heart aching to bring her dog, but there was just no way. Unlatching the gate, hoping the rusty hinges won’t give her away, she quietly sprinted into the ally, rushing towards freedom. Anywhere was better than here with him and his dirty oil-stained hands, cracking nails, and sour breath.
By LittleTree Oppy4 years ago in Fiction
Death Waits Another Day
Human nature is very much like a child, able to adapt to change at a moment’s notice, yet resists that change with the whole of their being. The history of the human race is rife with such sentiments, all to its own detriment and demise. Andy was never one to wax philosophical, but as he stared into his glass of synthohol, its greenish hue matching what he imagined was the color of his upset stomach, he shrugged to himself and thought that now was as good a time as any for it.
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Fiction
On Frozen Pond
“The loons! The loons!” shouted Cam. “Shut up man. Just be quiet. Let the old man sleep.” “The loons. The loons,” whispered Cam. Gilles slugged him.Approaching from the north, the three jagged mountains poking the sky before them were called Nunatak. Others with more imagination called them Kakivak, an Inuit fishing trident, seeking its mark in the Great Apvik, a spectral whale formed by the aurorae. Or Pingasut. Three.
By Jeff Ford4 years ago in Fiction
The Winter Offering
His fingers twitch as he taps his golden rings against the armrests of his throne. He is a restless ruler, perhaps even impatient, so Tec feels her mouth turn dry and her heart quicken with nervousness as she waits for him to speak. She wishes she could tilt her head to seek the face of her mentor in the hall, but she remains frozen with her head dipped and eyes trained on the ornate floor.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
Does It Mean The Same To You, As It Means To Me?
The building was conventionally impenetrable. Every security measure. Built from the most durable, resilient materials. Every inch crawling with armed security comprised of the world's most skilled and lethal military forces.
By Timothy White4 years ago in Fiction