Adventure

The Audubon Lake Diaries
I hate small towns. You can see the same person every time you walk out of your door. How am I supposed to find interesting stories to explore when that same person I saw at the grocery store is the clerk at the library? They know the same things! I cannot get a different perspective or make a new friend.
By LATANYA N CHATFIELD5 years ago in Fiction
A New Friend
Jess woke early that Saturday morning and tip-toed to the kitchen. She found the large red bandana, and lay it out. Careful not to disturb her parent's sleeping in the other room, she moved about the small kitchen picking out cookies, crackers, a couple of apples and then pieced together a bologna and cheese sandwich. She wrapped it in a paper towel, and placed it on top. Picking up the opposite corners of the handkerchief tying them in square a knot like her daddy taught her, being sure to tie the last one around the first to keep her goodies secure.
By Bobi Larson5 years ago in Fiction
Continuation of "The Power of Painting in Year 3000"
After experiencing a handful of turbulent months and a short period of grounding, it was time to move onto the next step. Answering the call to heroic adventure is not an easy feat, I guess it’s just as they say: it gets uncomfortable before real growth happens. It's quite ironic though, no matter how much hell Ako put me through I just couldn't help but love him. I made sure to wake up early today and soak in as much sun as possible. Meditated. Spent 30 minutes doing Yoga because I honestly don’t know what is ahead of me. I wrote a farewell letter to my lover in case I don’t ever make it back. Not that I would want to leave her, but sometimes we need to drop what is important to us for the greater good of humanity. *BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ* Ahh.. There’s the usual incessant buzzing of my phone.
By Patrick Oleson5 years ago in Fiction
There’s a Lion in My Barn
There’s a lion in my barn, that’s what I tell the bullies. They tease me for my muddy shoes, and for the freckles on my nose. They tease me for my chubby cheeks, and for all of my old clothes.
By Hanna Taylor5 years ago in Fiction
Chickens
Serena looked in the old red barn and saw a large chicken coop filled with a few hundred harmless-looking chickens. But Serena knew better. She sniffed. The barn smelled of chicken poo and rancid fat. There a dozen chick heads sticking out of the straw on the floor under the chicken killing stand. If this old barn was the last clue in the $1 Million prize scavenger hunt, those chickens were modified in some ridiculous fashion.
By Toni Crowe5 years ago in Fiction
The Most Unlikely Of Friendships
“Oh no…no-no.” Came the thoughts of someone running away, she looked behind her to see the eyes of her chaser. Big wide ready to catch her.
By Andrew Flanagan5 years ago in Fiction
Hamilton
On one ordinary midsummer night, something happened that would relentlessly haunt me for the rest of my life. I awoke with a start at the shrill sound of a single scream piercing the night air. I quickly rose from my bed and looked out my open bedroom window. The county road was barely illuminated by two lights: the front porch light of our house and Hamilton’s flashlight.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz5 years ago in Fiction
Bull in the Barn
Insects suspended in animation clung to the long strands of frozen grass protruding from the icy earth. Ants, spiders, caterpillars & worms all looked as if they just rolled through a bowl of sugar and had been encased in a sweet white grainy resin.
By Rory 5 years ago in Fiction
Legend from Mouseville
The summer heat was dying like the leaves on the trees. Gusts of wind whisk the fields of hay. Not so long ago, fresh bales roll across the scape of the horizon. A lull glow shined through the shadows on the field's edge. As the sun-kissed, the sky ever so gently in its morning rise.
By Opal A Roszell5 years ago in Fiction
Where It’s Green
Hi there, this story is a part of a series called Where It’s Green! You can read the prelude here! Enjoy chapter 1 and as always, tips are appreciated more than you know.
By Cereal Oatmeal 5 years ago in Fiction
The Race
The sun is peeking above the horizon. The portable spotlights are lit along the corrals and the start/finish line. Cars are filing into the parking lot. People are slowly making their way across the grass that is wet from the morning dew to the pre-race tents where there are tables of bananas, granola bars, orange juice and water. Brady the DJ is spinning the 80s tunes in the background.
By Mandy Jo5 years ago in Fiction
The Horseshoe
It was 7 o’clock in the morning. The sun was peeking through the tall fir trees. The sky was painted purple, blue, and yellow streaks with the clouds passing by. A cool breeze touched Casey’s face as she got out of her car. Chills ran down her spine as she reached back inside for her coat. Being from California, she wasn’t used to the cold weather of Oregon.
By Jennifer5 years ago in Fiction