Adventure
A Sunny Day On The Lucky Lily
I pull into the docks in my black 99’ Ford cobra. I’m late for work. The skipper is going to be furious. However, my sprits are still drastically high from my morning coffee. I finally got a chat and a number from the beautiful barista Lindsay whom I’ve been crushing on since stumbling upon the little coffee shop she works at.
By Tonya Newman4 years ago in Fiction
First Day
Reginald Walker adjusts his tie in the rearview mirror while smiling from ear to ear. Reggie, as his friends call him, the few he has left anyways, tries to remember the last time he felt happy or excited, but he cannot. Depression has severely crippled his last few years. He looks down at the three fingers on his left hand and tries to scratch the two that are missing but immediately stops.
By Jeffrey Myles4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Ask Questions
The first rule when working as an assassin for a top-secret international agency: Don’t ask questions. In the last twelve years, I’ve traveled all over the world and done some pretty insane things. Hurling knives through limbs, dangling out of helicopters, and firing automatic rifles from the roofs of thirty-story buildings are all just parts of the gig. I’ve broken 29 bones and been shot 6 times, all before the age of thirty. Having been roped into the job as a young sixteen-year-old girl, it’s been deeply ingrained into my being to follow orders without even a spark of curiosity. It doesn’t matter who I’ve been assigned to terminate, as long as I succeed the mission…and get paid.
By Hailey Mills4 years ago in Fiction
Almost Safe
Light now came in through some cracks in the walls of the old barn. I sat up, my stomach heavy from thinking about last night. I poisoned everyone; my intentions only to put them to sleep, but what if they weren’t just sleeping? What have I done? Did I really have a choice though? I couldn’t let myself be sold into marriage and I had no other way of escape.
By Gabriella Dawson4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000 (Chapter 1)
Ahhh… Snuck away yet another delicious cafecito on the clock, thanks to the one and only welcoming Andrew. He makes the best coffee and brings the best conversation to the table. He’s a very neat and particular individual, who specializes in making button sculptures.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
A Chapter in the Life of Detective Frizzywhiskers
It was an early morning, at the point of time when night just runs into early Dawn, and--as they rub shoulders in passing one another--well, there you have a new day. I was slouched in my easy chair, for I had stayed up most of the night working on the upcoming chase and a review of our new convicts’ backgrounds. All my papers were still piled up around me; I guess my head was somewhere in the middle of all the work, pillowed on my desk. A small box of cat nip sat beside my half eaten doughnut, and the remains of a warm cup of milk sat beside it.
By Erica Nicolay4 years ago in Fiction
Bryan's World
Four corners stand tall and proud, the castle gates are daunting as the knight’s noble steed paces the moat. Breathes of steam course from the nostrils of the strong, pale beast as the man’s dented metal shines in the moonlight. The damsel waits at the top of the tall tower, he can hear her cries as she beckons him. The evil king glares down from the parapets and the knight returns the icy gaze. The fires burn around them, the turmoil, and corpses of fallen soldiers are endless amongst the battlefields.
By Carissa Brown4 years ago in Fiction
