Adventure
Old Barn Amulet
Green rolling hills were covered in fog that morning in the countryside of Paso Robles, California. As the sun tried to creep through the morning mist, the smell of coffee penetrated the porch. Annie covered her shoulders in her favorite worn out blanket as she sipped her drink on the porch swing. Garrett bustled through the screen door which had a classic squeak when opened. He paused to allow Misty and Binx to fly beneath his feet and out into the yard.
By Kylie Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Once Again.
The abandoned barn sits in silence for almost forty years. A haven once cherished, now grown into ruins. The same owner. The same lofty perspectives. Only age has changed the barn and the man. A well-loved tire swing fell from the rafters some twenty-odd years ago, most likely ropes gnawed by hungry rats. Dust and debris gathers in the corners, over the gates, and floating in the air, seemingly never to lift. But there is still life within. Every year around the same time, early autumn, a group of teens gather to smoke, play around, and talk about the already-missed summer days before the school bell rings the following week. The owner, Joel Miller, allows this. He recalls days that he would have done the same. His best childhood friend would never return. And it was his fault.
By Hannah Marie. 5 years ago in Fiction
Afterlife
Jamie heard the gunfire getting louder from outside. “What are we going to do?” asked Stephanie. Jamie could hear the terror in Stephanie’s voice although she was trying hard to hide it. Jamie had been taking care of her little sister for the past three years and was deeply concerned this would be the end.
By Susanne Whited5 years ago in Fiction
Bliss Far From Home
I was much too young to be riding a horse alone, with no sense of direction or care about where I might end up. I had nothing to worry about anyways. My adventure was still under the protection of innocence, there hadn't been a cloud of wrongness in my heart about where I was going.. Everything was sensational; my face against the brown hair of my trusted companion and my uncalloused hands held tight inside his mane. I closed my eyes allowing the suns honey to spread across my face as we left the protection of the forest path to enjoy an open hay field.
By Katelyn Marie Clair5 years ago in Fiction
AN UDDERLY DEVINE ESCAPE
The boy ran over the dry grass. He ran over the dusty road. He ran in the oppressive heat. He ran against the dry wind. Knobby knees knocking together. Scraped shins stinging. Dirt smudges covering his arms and legs. He ran to forget this abandoned place he found himself in. The cluttered farmhouse his parents had taken him to. A long lost relative that had died of some horrible virus sweeping the country. He ran to escape the adults fighting over money and personal belongings. He ran to erase the feelings of not fitting in at school.
By Lisa Brasher5 years ago in Fiction
For the Glory of the Stones
Percival the Bard glanced out nervously from the deep shadows of the barns farthest stall. A great hero had just arrived, the first to visit this remote part of the Fog kingdom in many long months, and Percival could tell in all his bardly wisdom that they were unhappy with the situation at hand.
By Nick Lehner5 years ago in Fiction
Dark Side of the Reef
The bright sun had begun to warm the calming waters of the Gulf of Mexico as a small fishing boat with two divers began their morning dive. One diver was a young man in his late 20s with dirty blonde hair and the other was a brunette girl about the same age. Each of them, adjusted their gear and checked their oxygen tanks. They made their way towards the stern.
By Trevor J Maguire5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Niall Cadfael MacLir
The man walked down the road and a dust devil danced around him, occasionally plucking at the sleeves, or corners, as if trying to get the cloak to dance with it. The road continued down until it ended in an intersection, in one direction it ran almost forever across the bald prairie, in the other direction it ended in a copse of trees. The outermost trees appeared dry and covered in dust, but within the shade they grew lustrously with vines stringing upward towards the sky. It was down the wooded path the man turned, and deep within, and off the path a ways he found an old oak tree, and there he made his camp.
By Jeremy Cavenagh5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Niall Cadfael MacLir
You do not recognise me, I see this, as you fumble about in confusion, grasping for some way of determining how I know these things”, the man said, a shadow of a smile curling about his lips. “I know I have been gone these ten years, but even my wife does not think my appearance has changed that much”>
By Jeremy Cavenagh5 years ago in Fiction
The Adentures of Niall Cadfael MacLir
The day was moderately warm, if you lived in Hell, the sun had burned off every imaginable trace of moisture, and any residue had been atomized leaving the day hot and dry, and everybody had sought the shade long since, well, almost everybody. A man walked into the town that day, the sun seeming to settle and light his hat like an otherworldly flame, even his shadow seemed to flit, ghostlike beside him, and those who saw him were not altogether certain whether he was real, or merely an apparition of the heat. The man stood about six feet tall, with deep brown hair cascading over his shoulders that danced in the breeze created by his passage. Looking at his mane you could not be certain whether it was truly long, or just looked that way. His coat long and dusty, looked like it had seen battle, or had been washed in a river of dust, perhaps both, it flowed long and barely did his boots show from beneath it. His trusted boots, battered and worn, and with many a mile wearing the soles.
By Jeremy Cavenagh5 years ago in Fiction
