Adventure

The Adventures of Scallywag the Sea Dog, Part 3
VII I stood at the bow of The Dolphin, my front paws on the gunwale, and my nose poked out underneath the railing. After a year as a Sea Dog, I had concluded that this was a perfect day. Mostly blue skies. Puffy clouds. And wind. Lots of wind, that curled waves into foamy whitecaps. The bow of The Dolphin would lunge up over the crest of a wave, then slam down into the trough, sending a wash of seawater over the railing. The spray drenched me, filling my nose with the sweet smell of brine, burning my eyes for a brief moment, and crusting my coat with salt. A landlubber might find this nauseating, but a Sea Dog loves a day like this. It made me feel strong. It gave me purpose. It made me feel alive.
By Ted Lacksonen5 years ago in Fiction
Race
When you are moving at 130 kilometers an hour the world on either side of the road is really nothing more than a blur. A blur of browns and greys. And the road before you stands strangely still, so long as you straddle the yellow lines. It can become almost mesmeric with the sound of the engine superseding any other noise, the blurry lines to either side, the dark sunbaked black top shifting imperceptibly, and those yellow lines switching to dotted and solid creating an unreadable pattern like a secret code speaking to your soul.
By Arthur E Nickles5 years ago in Fiction
Every Breath
I get anxious every time she goes to sleep. Every mother does, and maybe has for millennia. They look so peaceful as they lay there, still smudged with your blood, mucous and placenta behind their ears. I wiped most of it away, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to complete the task. A bit of what’s inside me, marking her. Protecting her, as I have for the last nine months.
By Michael S Rogers5 years ago in Fiction
The Superheroes Mission 1: When It All Began
One million years ago, on a planet called Planet Smiley Face. The forces of another planet, Planet Gaxi (Gal-a-za) , were attacking it. The Gaxi HAs have the advantage of superior technology. While the Citalogs have the home field advantage and superpowers. The queen of Planet Gaxi, a chubby humanoid adult woman currently clad in battle armor with big black boots, just arrived in her royal battleship.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Scallywag the Sea Dog, Part 2
V We were three days out of Harbortown, headed west-northwest toward the tiny Chunga Islands on the edge of the Blue and North Seas. We sailed under a mariner flag, which had a sea-green background with Neptune’s golden trident pointed downward. A trident is like a barbed, three-pronged pitchfork. It was a custom of the seas to fly a banner signifying who you were – mariners, merchants, fishermen, whalers, gypsies, and even pirates observed the custom.
By Ted Lacksonen5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Scallywag the Sea Dog, Part 1
Hello! My name is Scallywag, and I am a dog. You might ask what breed I am, but the best I can say is that I am a mutt born of a mutt born of a mutt, going back more generations than I can trace. But I can say I would not be welcome at any high-falootin’ dog show. And though I lack pedigree, I wouldn’t trade any of my wonderful life and great adventures to have been a pampered and preened poodle from Pembroke.
By Ted Lacksonen5 years ago in Fiction
REVEREND, I WANT YOU TO PRAY
Shirley Mae Anderson a devoted church member. The widow of four adult children and grandchildren. You could count on one hand how many times she missed church service. Hopewell Baptist her place of worship and the proprietor the Reverend Woodrow L. Price. He gave inspirational sermons that brought his congregation out of their seats: clapping, dancing in the aisle, and singing with the church choir.
By wilson jackson5 years ago in Fiction
Is This Us?
Stiff... Her neck was stiff... Her back was stiff... Everything was tight and stiff. Miranda's eyes opened just a bit, and the bright sun assaulted her instantly. The sun? When she last looked around the sun was setting, and now it sat high in the sky. She moved slowly, acclimating herself to her surroundings. She heard the faint song of birds and the clanking of metal. She could smell something delicious in the air and stood from the bed almost without a thought.
By Nicki Williams 5 years ago in Fiction
Our Own Pack
“NO. oh no no no no no. Come on get up you dummy” Ash cries as she tries to pull 350 pounds of pure muscle from quick sand. “Well you're never going to get me outta here if you lift like that, use your legs!” exclaims Zeke, a regular human like Ash, but about five times larger. “ You’re in no position to criticize how I lift right now!” She collapses onto the ground with an exasperated sigh. Ash tries to think smarter, not harder. Wasn’t that what her mother always said? It doesn’t matter. She’s gone now, like the rest of them. Ash is better at medical help than intelligent puzzles or whatever all the smart kids in class did.
By Hailey H5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of El Gallo, the last Mexica
Dreaming was the only way to communicate with the past, even though it is challenging to bring back to reality, wishing to go back to relinquish the choices El Gallo has made through his younger years. He was grasping the concept that everything will never be the same as it once was. There she appeared in front of El Gallo, admiring the sunset for the last time before the sun tucked itself away under the blanket of the Pacific Ocean.
By Moises5 years ago in Fiction
Johnny Guitar
Life was a series of flashes. Joining the Avengers was one. Meeting Steve Rogers, my commander, was another. The life that grew from that, growing closer and closer. Moving through the snap living together, winning that final battle after the blip, the kiss on the battlefield.
By Autumn Rose5 years ago in Fiction
An Ode To Dead Writers
“Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.” written by a world-builder.
By The Hooded Man5 years ago in Fiction