Fantasy
Dark Atlantis
There were many times when Evan and Berta were traveling to the sea. They often took the boat from their father and were exploring the Atlantic Ocean. They were twin siblings of a businessman who rented floating in Miami. At the age of 16, they knew the sea until someone in their 50s had never met it. But that summer looked different than the others, where a typical trip of their own, brought both of them into an incredible adventure of the bottom.
By Isavella Ziova5 years ago in Fiction
An Irish Shark
"The earliest fossil evidence for sharks or their ancestors are a few scales dating to 450 million years ago, during the Late Ordovician Period." The woman read from her clipboard in a voice that reflected that she had given this tour about a million times. The sharks swam lazily, apparently having heard the lecture, and were relatively bored too. The tour guide didn’t look much older than the high school AP Biology class that was at the aquarium. Most of the students who had a "Y" chromosome stared at the guide's chest or the sharks hoping that a vat of chum might drop at any moment to inspire a feeding frenzy. The rest of the students either stared at their phones or tried to pay attention.
By Kat Dehring5 years ago in Fiction
The Barn Cat
There was once a large old orange tom cat living in an old delapitated red barn that belonged to my neighbors Daisy and Eddie, a charming couple who were farmers but now are extremely old and getting ready to sell their place to move closer to their children in Las Vegas. I heard about the old tom cat before from Daisy and she said he used to be a good mouser at one point but had become horribly lethargical in his old age.
By Christine J. Reed5 years ago in Fiction
The Opposite of Nothing
The little girl thought she was seeing things at first as she peered out of the tent’s tiny window. Her mother had told her stars only fell from the sky in storybooks. She didn’t believe her. Since stars were real, they had to fall. Why else would grownups write about them for little kids like her to read? Why would her mother bother reading the same story to her every time they camped together as a family in the backyard if she didn’t want it to be true?
By Adrian Hollomon5 years ago in Fiction
A Witch and the Boy
She was dressed like a wizard, no wonder everyone thinks that way. There were many stories about her even the myths like she ate children for breakfast but that’s only mother’s way to control their child to stay home after dark. But, to many surprises this sparks a mark of curiosity in child’s mind only to discover the witch in the cave after sun has set.
By Mohammad Ahmed5 years ago in Fiction
Brave Sir Samuel and Samantha the Spider
Brave Sir Samuel stood before the ruin of a barn ready to enter, bravely. He thought of his mother, who told him repeatedly that his foolish adventuring would get him hurt. He shrugged off the thought and checked his arms and armor: a shining blade (actually, a blunted and chipped dagger), his magical tunic (actually, just his regular farm work clothes, roughspun and slightly ill fitting, for room to grow), and his glorious buckler (well, more the lid of a stewpot his mother would surely scold him for taking).
By Joshua R. Leuthold5 years ago in Fiction
The Sugar Baby Shack
The summer of 1975 brought with it the overbearing heat and humidity that enveloped the old barn in Newark, Delaware. The early morning temperature reached eighty degrees. But Alatha Marbury, 20, didn’t worry so much about the heat and humidity. After carrying her progeny for nine months, she readied herself amongst the horses in their stalls.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
The Day The World Ended
As I struggled to clammer into the crawl space under the stairs, I couldn’t help but to smile to myself. Listening to my daughter, counting away down the hallway, I had all those childhood feelings we tend to forget about come rushing back. The fluttering excitement in my stomach, the thrill of if I was going to be found, everything just seemed so pure in the world again. I heard my oldest child trip over something and go crashing around the kitchen, followed by a soft and sweet “Ssshhhhhhh!!! You no want sissy find you!” from the youngest. Always his brothers shadow, I giggled to myself imagining the scene. “Ready or not! Here I come!!” my daughter shrieked gleefully, as her little feet shuffled towards her clumsy brothers sounds in the kitchen. Ah just as I suspected, my sons inherited clumsiness made the perfect distraction for dad to sneak towards the base! I slowly crept out of my hiding spot, cautiously checking for signs of “she-who-was-it”. I got about halfway out when I heard, “So, old man, thought ya could just get to base with no problemo aye?” whispered from above me. I looked up and saw the grinning face of my oldest! “But... you were just…” I whispered out-loud to myself, legitimately wondering how he had made it from the kitchen to the top of the stairs so quietly a ninja would be taken by surprise. With his smile widening, he held up the kitten’s collar letting it swing back and forth on his finger. “Oooohhhh you’re good,” I whispered approvingly. Now I realized what he was up to. He had told his little brother that Sergeant Stinky Butts McGruff (trust me I know) was playing too and that they should hide together. “C’mon, let’s go before…” I eased out alittle farther, “AH hah aaaahhh, daddio.” He interrupted. I looked up again, this time the little turd had one of those TNT party poppers in his hand. “You wouldn’t,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “Oh dad…. you gravely underestimate me.” He smiled so big he looked like that cat from Alice in wonderland. With a sharp pull, POP, followed by confetti. My daughter jumped and twisted around, “AHA!!!” she yelled as she came running back up the hallway. I scrambled to get upright. Gravity, apparently in cahoots with my traitorous son, had different plans. Straight back towards the floor I went, followed shortly by my daughter pouncing on my back. “GOTCHA!” she squealed in joy. “AAAHHHHHH NNNNOOOOOOO I was betrayed! Well, I know who not to trust with my car keys. I reached up and tickled my oldest sons’ belly in revenge. He laughed his surrender just as their mom rang the doorbell. We all frowned and started our wrapping up routine. I walked my kids to the door, as we opened it, my ex-wife immediately held up that trademark index finger to show she was on the phone. I hugged and kissed my kid’s goodbye and watched as they walked to their mom’s car. I hated this, one hour a week and every other weekend, that wasn’t enough. As they drove off, I slowly closed the door as if maybe they forgot something and were coming back. As the door clicked shut, I leaned my forehead against it. I was about to turn to go clean up, when I heard this earth-shattering sound that sounded like…. “OH GOD PLEASE NO!!!” I swung the door back open to see my wife’s car being pushed sideways by a truck trying its best to stop them both. I took off out the door, knees weak yet somehow still carrying me forward. By the time I reached the car, people had already crowded it to try and help whoever was in there. “MOVE PLEASE THOSE ARE MY KIDS I HAVE TO-“A older man met me before I got to the car, grabbing me and keeping me from moving any closer. “Son, look at me now! You don’t want to go up there…” He said with tears rolling down face, “Trust me, son, you don’t want to see inside that car….”. I fell into the man, not being able to stand on my own anymore. A biker stepped beside him and the two of them dragged me over to the side away from the scene. The biker, grabbing my hand and leaning his head down, began to pray. I didn’t know why there was nothing left to pray for. They were all gone….
By Lee Garber5 years ago in Fiction
