Adventure

Forgotten Fadeland
It was the first day of second grade, and Joseph had spent the hours fawning over his new pencils and notebooks his mother had purchased for him at the store. He had tagged along, choosing what pack of a particular color he had wanted, what sort of erasers, what color cover of notebook. Today was the day he could finally use them, and the thrill of it still filled his heart with excitement to overflowing.
By Bethy Parr4 years ago in Fiction
My Roots Rediscovered
It was meant to be! He had worked so hard for this, and finally, after years of late nights and missed family events, his moment had come. Frankie would be leading his first expedition.
By Claudia Rodriguez4 years ago in Fiction
De ja vu
John was walking in a hallway with black shaded walls and white doors. He did not know how he arrived here. He would later question that. As he was walking down the hallway, he then heard a phone ring. He answered it.
By Kohl Younger4 years ago in Fiction
The Package
It had been a couple of days since John and Mike enjoyed their first piece of chocolate cake. They decided to lay low even from the couple they had met. They had made some improvements to the old barn including repairing the walls and doors. No one could see the inside when the barn was fully buttoned up. However, the new repairs would show that someone was living there. They went over to the old Pickford mansion for supplies. They found a generator that needed some work and best of all a grill and a wood fired stove. They could cook their food properly and stay warm in the cool mountain air. Since they had managed to secure the barn, they no longer pulled watches. The doors were lockable from the inside, secured with double timbers and some bells they found in the house to make noise if someone should try to breach the doors. They were both able to sleep at the same time which suited John better. As they both got into their military sleeping cocoons, Mike piped up, “John, we should work on the perimeter defense tomorrow. If nothing else, it would help keep the animals away from the barn.”
By Chris Purdom4 years ago in Fiction
One Memory Never Forgotten
Malachi’s apartment was sleek and luxurious. The kind of place you wouldn’t want to touch anything in fear it would all break.
By David Meyer4 years ago in Fiction
Valekta (Vol 3)
Alex,Berry and Candy head for the Tourist attraction Sapphire Falls. First they must head through Topola Forest and Denland again.
By Adrien Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
The Hazel Fire
I use the sounds in my memories to fill the deafening silence as I look out the car window. Textures and musical notes from the past overlap with the visuals from the present. It feels like a new landscape emerges every five minutes in Iceland, from desert sand bursting with hot steam to pieces of glaciers floating down massive lakes. I shuffle through the different sounds in my head to match with each grand view from the window.
By Mustafa Azeem4 years ago in Fiction
An Impossible Job for the Worst Crew Imaginable
Everything went exactly according to plan. Better than, actually. We even pulled it all off with time to spare. And that meant there wasn’t anyone on our trail. We were getting off scot-free -- most of us with the biggest score of our lives. A life-changing amount of cash.
By Sean M Tirman4 years ago in Fiction
The Emancipation of Walter Allen
Walter Allen lived in a fortress of his own making. Every brick in this fortress was a rule, a habit, or a ritual that shielded him from the unpredictability of the world. His apartment, a stark one-bedroom unit on the third floor of a building in downtown Seattle, reflected this structure perfectly. Everything had its place, its purpose, its exact orientation. The beige carpet was vacuumed in straight, parallel lines. The stainless-steel appliances gleamed without a single fingerprint. His closet was a rainbow of monotony: white shirts, blue shirts, gray shirts—all ironed and hung with precision.
By K-jay4 years ago in Fiction
Happiness in a suspicious box
When Amy and Eric woke up the following day, they felt more rested than they had in a very long time. They stretched and looked over to where their grandma and uncle had been sleeping. But they weren't there. They looked around, and suddenly they smelled freshly baked bread. Quickly they got dressed and ran out through the only door in the room, and they found themselves in the same kitchen they had arrived in yesterday. Their uncle looked up, "good morning, you two, are you ready for a day full of adventure," he asked. Amy was more than ready, "oh yes, you bet, I am ready. What will we be doing today?" she responded. Eric was busy munching on a warm scone his grandma had just placed in front of him, but he nodded along. Oh yes, he was ready as well.
By Catharina E Santasilia4 years ago in Fiction
The Wanderlustrous Misencounter of Milos Verde
Milos Verde liked his job, but wasn’t fond of the uniform shorts, which kept ridding up his backside. He was tall and slim – much slimmer than he’d been in high school – with a mess of brown tresses that fell over his eyes, giving him the effect of a sheep dog. He was in his mid-twenties and had little ado about his youth, as he’d been working so long that he had begun to feel a certain uninvited blanket of monotony fall across his existence and wished to escape his small town of Connecticut.
By Casia4 years ago in Fiction
Anything You Could Imagine
A box could contain anything you can imagine. He’d been walking home from work when he spotted it on the park bench. It was seeping something. A slow, ichorous dribble ran down the side of its crumpled packaging. The rain had soaked it, and now, something dark was sweating out of its weakened seams.
By TrivialPunk4 years ago in Fiction