Adventure
Legend of the Gladar
Halley Blake was a typical fighter pilot Astrophysicist. Raised on Star Trek, Star Wars, The Last Starfighter, and Star Gate she grew up dreaming about the astronauts and one day going to space herself. Her family regularly visited the Smithsonian and she would wander off into the Air and Space Museum. The museum staff knew her by name and snuck her treats from the gift shop. She went to space camp every summer, sometimes twice a year just for the thrill of talking about nothing but space. High school valedictorian with all the highest honors and half a full ride scholarship later her dreams fell apart into a million, infanticimal pieces. The summer before her Junior year they arrived. First it was the Super Hero Foreigner, an alien, and he sparked everybody’s space fever. Then other aliens began to arrive to challenge him, and as his reputation seemed to grow amongst the stars so did the number of challengers. NASA stopped sending astronauts up and leaned into RND; Foreigner was incredible, and no challenger had defeated him yet, but the people of earth weren’t ready to entrust their entire fate to him. They wanted weapons of their own. Thanks to the many monsters and space pirates coming in what seemed like weekly adventures, there was a steady supply of alien technology. Before Halley could say “duel major” she had become obsolete to her only dream. Halley was grounded.
By alan pierce5 years ago in Fiction
Brief Innings
Hambly thought; it was a colosseum, not bruised by old blood and the accretions of millennia, but of freshly cleaned bone, refined by an aeonic process of repetition, to a pure and shadowless white, not the pristine white of Christmas, nor the phantom-white of a suddenly billowing gas flame, but the white of masks and ash and funerals, now smeared by the shapes cast under a lowering sun of men brought to a halt, and in the throes of catching from the blue air, the ghosts of their breaths.
By C S Hughes5 years ago in Fiction
The Legacy
High in the rafters of the cattywampus old barn, first one golden eye and then the other opened in the absolute blackness of a moonless night. Old Owl spread sharp talons pushed off the beam perch. The small, furry critters that shared the old barn as their homes scurried between cracks, into open knot-holes, beneath scattered straw . . . anywhere safe and unseen from those see-everything-that-moves-in-the-dark eyes.
By Katy Doran-McNamara5 years ago in Fiction
Saved by Lucky Charms Marshmallows
Jamie wasn’t a kid anymore. She knew that as soon as her eyes opened on her 13th birthday, and stared disdainfully around at her childish room with its soft pink walls and glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. This would all have to change, she thought.
By Rhye DeWolfe5 years ago in Fiction
The slice of life
The start of something new Today was not only my 13th birthday 🎂, but also my first day of High School. I had so much anxiety from the night before that I almost forgot about my the big one Three. Not my G-ma though! I call her that instead of the traditional Grandma . She always makes my birthday’s special! It’s been just me and her since I was 5 years old. This morning She had that feeling something wasn’t right. What can I say she wasn’t wrong. Over the summer, I pick up some pounds and zits working at The local Bakery. 13 pounds up and 13 zits oh the irony. “What’s wrong baby?” She asked with concern. “G-ma do you think I’m handsome?” “ Boy look in that mirror! I see your dad’s beautiful dark brown eyes and my daughter’s gorgeous smile. I’m gonna have to beat the girls off with a stick” we both laugh she always knew how to make me feel better. “ Today is your special day , now go and seize the day!!! I packed a special birthday surprise in your lunchbox” As I run and catch my bus 🚌 I had no doubt my day will be alright. My first day as a freshman this is the start of something new!
By Emmanuel Bryant 5 years ago in Fiction
Alone
”I hear it ringing,” I shout downwards towards the bottom of the tree. “Mom, I have no cell sevice, and I just climbed a tree so I could Quickly ……aaaaaaa” I feel myself falling and try to reach for the branch but the cell phone was in my hand. My feet and now hands are trying to find a branch. My head hits a big branch on the way down, and then everything went black.
By Leslie Strom5 years ago in Fiction
The Way the Cake Slices
She opened the fridge in a hurry. In the front was a slice of chocolate cake, but that was not why she was here. She reached out and snatched up all the waters, placing the bottles into her bag. The thought of grabbing some canned goods entered her mind, however; her bag was too heavy already. She headed for the basement door. Sliding a small rug to the side, she lifted the wooden door. Climbing down the stairs was a little treacherous considering the weight of the water she was carrying. She unloaded and headed back upstairs for the canned goods. She spent the whole afternoon in this loop: upstairs, downstairs, upstairs, downstairs. She wondered when he would be home.
By Nanette Noyes 5 years ago in Fiction
Charlemagne
Paul stared vacantly at the wreckage surrounding him, trying in vain to piece together what had happened. He remembered being on the deck of the whaling ship, looking at the vast ocean before him through the thin, blue wisps of smoke from his cigarette. He remembered hearing the thunderous bang from below and the searing heat that instantly scorched his back. He remembered being thrown from the ship, the sensation of flying before crashing head-first into the black sea, the panicked flailing for the surface for anything that could be used as a flotation device, and the relief of finding refuge on this large piece of the ship.
By Lloyd Farley5 years ago in Fiction
