Mystery
Across the frozen pond
Her elbows rested on the table with both palms supporting her head. There she was, silently crying while her teardrops delicately fell on her little dog’s back softly sleeping on her lap. “Why, but why?” She felt sad and confused from knowingly not understanding exactly what she had accepted.
By Alice K.S.4 years ago in Fiction
Stormwater
Stiffly, we sat on the blue-gone-grey wood floating questionably across the gravel pit pond. Only four at a time could fit but others clung to the edges, desperate for a turn to relieve their pruned feet from the collection of storm water we called a summer escape. Avoiding the rusted nails of gatherers past, we jumped in head first diving deep into our daydreams, never quite enough to reach the bottom. Propelling ourselves downward, we tried to go the deepest yet. But the further we went the colder it got, aching our heads in places we never expected, down to the roots of our teeth. On that makeshift pond, aboard a makeshift raft, we procured makeshift dreams of where our lives would go.
By Sydney Lee Jones4 years ago in Fiction
From the Hill to the Pond
My family owns a cabin about seventeen miles from Highway-85 and about halfway up what is called Glimmer Hill, New Mexico. It’s a quaint mountain town with a population of 328 – although given the separation between sporadically-placed homes throughout the area, you might think it is much less. It was rare even to see more than twenty residents in town at the same time.
By Shane Farias4 years ago in Fiction
That girl is dead
One second the sky is filled with a cotton candy swirl of pinks and blues, and in the next second, the colors are gone. There are several things I want to tell you, and so many more that will never make sense. Because in the long run, they never mattered. But still, I will tell them, because when I was hurting and sunken in my loneliness, I learned strange things about myself.
By Abigail Dorothy4 years ago in Fiction
Stay Frosty
The mountain stood in the distance like an old friend, unapproachable; plastered to the vistas before Giuseppe's eyes as he ever so slightly licked the tip of his thumb and pointed it at Kels and I for the umpteenth time, and told us to move slightly to the left on a count of "wind resistance.". Me and Kels wear two separate colored jumpsuits, mine was a rogue red and hers a canary yellow. Kels was tired of standing there in that spot, that cold dewey spot where the yellow daffodils had just risen by way of spring just about to kick winter to the curb. Her feet may have been colder than mine were, or she could have just been tired of looking at this knock-off Van Gogh. Everywhere is a haughty unknown spaceship to the fellow, but for this rural slice of life in the hills I couldn't blame the joker, nor his princess of chaos beside him. "Paula!" Giuseppe cheered jocularly, " "Can you go snatch a few waters from the counter in the stable?". Without two ruffles of her tail feather she dashed through the clearing to the cabin on his accord. I would have corrected him for being insolent, but I held my tongue; and the cold did not usually get too frigid for me around this time as the sun hadn't begun to set just yet. But, my feet like Kels were getting a little nippy at my big toe. It was Giuseppe's idea to capture this moment, I'm just glad I get to have a moment captured here on today other than the days that haunt this sanctuary just beyond the perimeter of the timber. "Can you make this brisk G before your canvas is a rendition of a scene from a phantom film, we still gotta hike child of Botticelli." I uttered sarcastically. He seemed to hurry a tad and Paula began to return in her new blue puffer coat with white lining along the bottom; the sparkling water added a nice glimmer to her essence. She seemed like she was prepared for what it was worth, she even brought a flare gun onto the trip... that's something to say the least.
By Tyree Moore4 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Frontier
Antarctica. The polar desert. The white desert. There is where I found myself covered from head to toe with every layer possible. I was trying to cover my face from the frigid wind as it whistled around and through me. We were there on another quest in search of the next “great discovery.” There are many great discoveries that were found in Antarctica. From the Blood Waterfall to ancient bacteria. We were there because of a frozen pond beneath the surface. When we arrived at the site that we had been taking samples of and monitoring the pond, we discovered that the frozen pond was gone. In its place was just a hole. But in that hole, there seemed to be some kind of glow. Not bright. It was just barely enough to notice through the snow that was accumulating on top of it. With the world’s climate rapidly changing, there had been a shift in the layers of ice. The three of us looked at each other and grabbed the climbing gear. Ian and I strapped ourselves to the climbing harnesses. I grabbed the backpack with medical and emergency supplies. I went down first. Ian came down shortly after me. We landed on what seemed to be a thick layer of ice. We unhooked ourselves from the climbing rope. We started to brush aside the newly fallen snow and once we uncovered it, we came to an amazing astonishment. It wasn’t ice. It was some type of glass. But not any type of glass that was known to us. We tried to pierce it with the ice pick or the ax but it seemed to be impenetrable. It was comparable to bulletproof glass. Nothing that we did even scratched it. We could see the glowing light was coming from inside but were unable to see in or determine how big the area was or if anything was even inside. Ian stated that he was going to go back up and get some more tools. I watched Ian as he made his way back to the climbing rope and started up the side of what once was the pond’s border. I began taking ground readings and taking samples of the snow that was harder to scrape off the glass-type material. There was a loud cracking sound and the snow around me seem to be vibrating. I heard Ian shouting in the distance and when I looked, I saw him throwing the rope at me. I got up and started to run towards the rope and as I reached out to grab it, I was too late. I felt myself sliding down further than the bottom portion of the hole. The snow and the ground falling in around and on top of me. I felt myself being pressed against the glass and the weight of the snow. I knew this was going to be my end. I was being buried alive. I laid there knowing that soon I would not be able to breathe. Then I heard something from the glass. It seemed as if it was moving. It opened up and once again I was falling. When I finally hit the ground, there was no snow except the snow that had come in with me. When I looked around I was in awe. It seemed as though I fell into a tropical paradise. I started to remove the layers of clothing I was in. It was so warm. It was beautiful. There were birds and flowers that I had never seen before. “Hello.” Someone said behind me. I jumped and turned around. There were 2 people staring at me. A man and a woman. “Am I dead?” is all that I could say. “No, you are not.” Said the woman. “My name is Elaina and this is Oden. Welcome.” Where was I? I looked around in amazement at everything I was witnessing. Oden was talking but I was in shock and did not hear half the things he said. Until he completed his next sentence. “Yes, welcome to the lost city of Atlantis.” I looked at him and Elaina. “What?!” I exclaimed. Oden looked at me, then at Elaina and they both busted out laughing. “No, this is not Atlantis. You are in Arctia. We built ourselves protection thousands of years ago from the ice ages. We have been under here ever since. Come.” I followed these new friends into a waterfall passage. And it opened up to what seemed to be a whole new world. There were animals that I had never seen before and people. Flying transportation and so many wonderful new things with technology unlike anything you could ever imagine. There were children running and laughing. Seeming to be so free. I started to walk further into this city with Elaina and Oden. I looked back to where we had come through noticing that the passage was now gone. I knew at that moment that there was no going back. This would be my new life. Somewhere underneath the Antarctica that I had once known.
By Tia Dalu Souhrada4 years ago in Fiction
Escape from Frosty Pond
I was a non-believer until the day I witnessed out of this world events... Frosty pond is not your ordinary pond. It's Situated in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. The famous mystery says that escape artist Dimitri Chenko died there in 1971 performing a never-before-seen trick involving him, a cage, handcuffs and 30ft of water. No one was able to solve the mystery... According to witness accounts a local witch attended the stunt and put a curse on the pond as he was performing it. The pond froze within minutes and has been frozen ever since. Chenko is still considered a missing person and presumed dead. Was he frozen alive in the murky waters of Frosty Pond? I am his nephew, Adrian Balashov. I loved my uncle's work and have watched old movie reels of his performance's countless times. He was a genius in his own right. This inspired me, I'm also an escape artist with the stage name Andre The brave, you may have heard of me and my work with escaping burning structures.
By Lamar Wiggins4 years ago in Fiction
Weeping Willow
My eyes shoot open, chills running up and down my spine. Before I can think my legs are pulling me out of bed, through my bedroom door, and down the hall. Feeling like I am awake in my mind but have no control over my body... I can’t stop moving, I can’t wake up. It has to be some form of sleepwalking or the weirdest dream ever.
By Noelani Ayala4 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare into Fantasy- Part 7
“Ain’t that some bullshit.” Jacob reflected in bewilderment upon seeing the river. “I see history has a way of repeating itself. You cost me a lot of money back in the day… I can’t believe I took the bounty off your ass. Must have been a moment of pity.” Jacob derided.
By JJ Sandler4 years ago in Fiction
Cinder Block Pond
When I was a little girl, I had a plan. A plan to get out of that small town and away from my abusive family. I used to think the bad stuff wouldn't follow me if I could get far enough away. As it turned out, bad stuff was everywhere. There was no escaping it.
By Kaneene Pineda4 years ago in Fiction
