Adventure
It could have been my last day!!
In 1992 I was studying for my M.A. Economics at University of West Indies, Kingston, Jamaica. It was my first year as well as my first year outside my country India. I liked Jamaica a lot. Very beautiful nation. I fell in love with a classmate. She was from England. Her name was Catrina Cottif.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Fiction
Adventures of Rollo
It all started on a summer’s evening, late December. I was minding my own business walking home from arts and crafts when I saw my older sister acting suspicious. Eve and I were two of six children, my parents were Artists you see, always completely engaged in their work, so Eve being the oldest tried to look after us.
By Karli Williams5 years ago in Fiction
The Talking Penguins
The Three talking Penguins By John Matthews There once lived three little Penguins down in Iceland. Their names were Harvey, Mumbles and Pierre. Harvey was known as the Pirate and Mumbles and Pierre were Pirates in training. These Penguins were not ordinary Penguins. They were special and very unique. These guys could talk. The other Penguins did not like Harvey, Mumbles and Pierre and told them they weren't welcome and to go find their own kind. Harvey, Mumbles and Pierre decided they needed to go explore and see if there were other Penguins out there like them. They built a small boat and set sail out to sea.
By John Matthews 5 years ago in Fiction
A Twist of Fate
I never expected my life to turn out this way. As I stood in front of the grubby little diner on the highway. Its faded sign and off color neon flashed mockingly at me. Inviting me inside to stay warm, but it wouldnt help my situation. Out of gas in the pouring rain and alone with a bag of all my belongings. I had every intention of running away from the life that lay behind me.
By Michelle Carbajal5 years ago in Fiction
The Escape Cake
In a dream… Suddenly, I was awakened in the night by loud voices downstairs. Slowly, I pulled the blanket up and got out of bed. What was all the commotion downstairs? I thought while tip-toeing very carefully out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
By Gabriella Dawson5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate
Emma pressed her back against the massive oak tree, wishing with every ounce of her being that she could just disappear into the depths of the 100-year old trunk. Listening intently, she tried to catch her breath silently, not easy as she had just run across the expansive lawns that sloped away from the house and down to the orchard.
By Michelle Gardner5 years ago in Fiction
De’Coration Academy for Exceptional Rabbits Part 2: Chocolate Heist
Part 1 Two rabbits huddled together in the shadows under a bush. Tonight was the night they would be meeting their contact from the Silent Paw to receive details of their secret mission. Marshmallow, an albino lop, and Sprinkles, a black and white lionhead, were already stationed on site for their first expedition, housed in a comfortable two story lodge with an expansive and magically shifting garden. They had agreed to meet the member of the Silent Paw a little way outside the boundary of the lodge garden. Marshmallow had taken steps to disguise her white fur as stealth was imperative. She had taken great pains to cover herself in grass stains that would take forever to wash out. She still very angry that Sprinkles hadn’t needed to take such steps, the younger bunny’s fur perfectly aided her in camouflage. Watching her companion sit beside her, clean and neat, a wave a furious frustration rose up in Marshmallow, she lent over and tung hard on one of cloud soft tufts of fur around Sprinkles’ ears. Sprinkles took a single hop to the side just out of Marshmallows reach and hunkered down again, lowering her head to nibble at the wild grass. She was used to Marshmallows occasional bouts of jealousy.
By Rebecca harmsworth5 years ago in Fiction
The Quiet Revolutionary Part 1
Now what was that combination? Oh Yes. He pushed the buttons on the keypad until he heard the resounding “click.” He swung the door open quietly. He didn’t want to disturb the beautiful young woman asleep two doors down. He had peeped in on her to make sure she wasn’t awake. Although if he admitted the truth to himself, he just wanted to see what Genevieve’s heir looked like. That looney old bat. He smiled fondly to himself. Genevieve used to take him to the theater. Until she got sick, that is. He paid regular visits then. Always alone and always after the young caretaker left. He was certain she would remember him in her will, but the shock and pain of reality hit with her death. I’m only taking what’s rightfully mine. He sighed. He picked through a few things in the safe and was tempted to take it all. Deep into the safe, at the far back corner, he spotted it. The Ruby Fire. The ring sparkled like flames in the night. It had to be the most beautiful ruby he’d ever seen. He remembered asking her about it. “Why did you turn such a magnificent ruby into a ring?” “Because I wanted to where fire,” she claimed, chuckling at the thought of it. I’ll show you fire, dear Genevieve. He pocketed the ring and quietly closed the safe. He tip-toed down the hall to check on the woman once more. She was sleeping peacefully. He was about to leave the room when a sound startled him. He turned to watch the young woman turn over in the bed, the moonlight casting a bright glow on her face. Wow. She’s beautiful. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He made it a rule not to get involved with his “suppliers.” He shook his head again and turned to leave the room. Just as he was tip-toeing through the living room, he heard rustling upstairs. Geez. Please stay sleeping. Everything fell silent and he let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. He took one more step and the floorboards creaked. Dammit. He counted to ten before proceeding again. He hadn’t heard the young woman sneak out of her room into the hallway. He hadn’t seen her watching is every move with the stealth of a ninja. She quietly stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a pan from the dish rack. He was almost to the front door when whack! His head spun and he felt a sudden pain in the back of his head. What’s happening? Another whack! His shoulder burst into flames. He growled and pushed the young woman off him and ran for the door. He yanked it open just as she laid another hard smack to his backside. He pulled something out of his pocket. She gasped. She couldn’t tell what it was in the dark. He threw it on the floor and fled. She jumped back a foot when smoke started to fill the air. A smoke bomb? Out of all the stupid things…
By Miranda McLemore5 years ago in Fiction
Gender Equality and Knighthood
As I clasp the sword in my hands, I fear no man. The golden sword of truth glimmers underneath the sunlight as I brandish it back and forth, inspecting its metallic grace; its magically charmed jewels are sprinkled around several engravings of intricate marigold flowers. I, Rea, have been trusted to hold such a holy weapon of legends. And I am not exactly that surprised as I am easily the best and most skilled knight at our knight academy at only 19 years of age. Why else would they have made me one of the leaders of knights here? Why else would praises be sung wherever I go?
By Jane Diokpo5 years ago in Fiction
