Adventure

Mystery Box
The telephone rang, jolting Grandpa out of deep sleep. “5:30? Who’d be calling at this hour?” he muttered, stumbling out of bed.
By Sam Walker5 years ago in Fiction
My Journey to America
My trip to America by Kenneth Allan Chapter 1 “Your mother has come to collect you, Heston,” said the headmaster. That was a surprise, I thought. I only ever saw my mother three times a year, birthdays, holidays and Christmas. When I was six, she explained it to me as I was packed onto the train to boarding school.
By Kenneth Allan5 years ago in Fiction
Deep Fear
Grabbing another glow stick Tony stuffed it into his belt. He drew the belt tighter he didn’t need to lose another one and watch it fall into the inky black depths below. He leaned closer to the still form on the only patch of soft sand in the cavern. She was asleep, a troubled one for sure, the pain must be intense. Once more he checked the tightly wrapped strips of what had been his shirt, no new blood since he had checked it ten minutes ago.
By Gayle5 years ago in Fiction
El Toro Diabólico
In Dirt Plains Texas, a small town of 536 people, lived a young man of 19 named Tuck Dole. He lived in Dirt Plains all his life, played Quarterback in High School, until a Defensive Lineman ruined his chance at a scholarship with UCLA, by landing on his leg after a sack, and a fumble. The leg healed but he was never the same after, he walked with a slight limp the rest of his life.
By Neville Nicol5 years ago in Fiction
Capital City
Suddenly, I was awake. It was dark and most definitely nighttime. There were noises - a lot of them - coming from outside the tent. Crashing, thumping, banging. They seemed to attack me from all sides, grappling for my attention, but it was just too much to process. Amongst the racket, I could hear voices, crying and shouting. It was painful to hear. I could almost feel the distress in the air. It was toxic.
By Jeremy M5 years ago in Fiction
Dinner Is Ready
Jesse and his men were not prepared for the frag grenade that landed right in the middle of their squad. Who was ever prepared to be blown up? Sure, it was always a possibility in war, especially in a battle this fierce, but one was never really prepared to die.
By Sean McEntee5 years ago in Fiction
Hiding Places
There is something to be said for punctuality. Dominic said he would be here at 11:00. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he would be here on time, and he knocked on the door at 10:59. I'm glad I followed my intuition to be ready on time. I wasn't sure where we were going for lunch, so I made sure to dress casually in a simple malibu blue maxi dress and nude sandals. He wore khaki shorts, an olive green polo, and Sperrys. We looked ready for a day at the beach.
By Kathy Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
A Woman and her Van... I mean Man...
It’s a distinct possibility that I’d completely lost my mind. Juniper’s headlights illuminated the dirt road as it unfurled beneath the back bumper of Landon’s 90’s era Dodge van. A thousand times I wondered if I’d be murdered, if I should just turn around and hightail it out of there, if I’d ever find my way home again.
By Christine Reed5 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Cerberus | Part One
Cerberus looked ahead and took a step back. The hound of Hades felt fear. How could this be? The guardian of the gates of hell was trembling. This had never happened before. It was not even supposed to be possible. His countless battles and exceptional bravery had sealed his reputation as one of the most powerful mythical beasts. What had happened during the eight days that followed his departure from the underworld for cracks to suddenly appear in his indomitable spirit?
By Ashley BOOLELL5 years ago in Fiction
Instant Regret of Opening Packages Not Addressed To You
There was no note or warning, just a simple package left on my doorstep wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. I shouldn’t have opened it, I kick myself every day for giving into the mystery. Now I cannot take it back. My name is Shae and this is my story.
By Ashleigh Holmes5 years ago in Fiction
The zombie Apocalypse Bull
We’re driving back from our adventure to the gun store and I’m looking forward to getting home, getting the ammo unpacked and then hopefully taking a hot bath. All this fighting of zombies makes for achy muscles.
By Taylor Ellwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Storyteller
In the rickety, horse-drawn carriage, a strange, vaguely epicene character with a warm smile stretched across their face sat beside my mother, who chewed vigorously on her thumbnail, pulling back the bonnet cover to peer at the pastures that had been surrounding us for days.
By Rachel E5 years ago in Fiction