Adventure

The Race
The sun is peeking above the horizon. The portable spotlights are lit along the corrals and the start/finish line. Cars are filing into the parking lot. People are slowly making their way across the grass that is wet from the morning dew to the pre-race tents where there are tables of bananas, granola bars, orange juice and water. Brady the DJ is spinning the 80s tunes in the background.
By Mandy Jo5 years ago in Fiction
The Horseshoe
It was 7 o’clock in the morning. The sun was peeking through the tall fir trees. The sky was painted purple, blue, and yellow streaks with the clouds passing by. A cool breeze touched Casey’s face as she got out of her car. Chills ran down her spine as she reached back inside for her coat. Being from California, she wasn’t used to the cold weather of Oregon.
By Jennifer5 years ago in Fiction
The Escape
Krystal cringed at the sound of his heavy, drunken footsteps coming up the stairs. Shaking, sweating, her body filled with fear and anger-- she couldn’t take this anymore. She would not take this anymore. Snatching her go-backpack (saved for just this occasion), she slid out the window and quietly climbed down the trellis.
By Nanette Noyes 5 years ago in Fiction
The Inheritance
At last, Sarabella sighted the rooftop of the old house, as she climbed up the dense foliage of the mound behind the little village. She had taken the old path to avoid contact with the village folks. She steeled her heart against the bile welling up in her stomach, threatening to relive her pains in this shithole she once called home. Clearing the mound's climb, she slung her duffel bag over her right shoulder and walked steadily towards the house standing in lonesome abandonment in the middle of the four acres that was her father's farmland. It looked more like just land than farm. Thick overgrown grass and shrubs overwhelmed the crops. Here and there, one could see parts of broken farm equipment jut out over the weeds. Halfway between the edge of the farm and the house, Sarabella paused to take in the view of the storey-ed farmhouse, where she spent the first thirteen years of her life. There weren't many pleasant memories to pick from. She tightened her hold on her rather light bag as she made her way to the house. Hers was going to be a very short visit.
By Emrys Ijaola5 years ago in Fiction
Stars of Tyde Pt. 3
The first week of shipments had gone well enough that Orla opened the main deck to the crew to party and drink to their heart's content. She figured it would allow the freedom that they might have missed with other captains and it would give her a chance to see how her crew acted relaxed. Orla drew a sigil on the helm, linking her magic to the ship keeping them on course.
By Alexandrea Justine5 years ago in Fiction
The '68
The old doors rattled and squeaked as the rollers moved for the first time in ages. I winced as a musty smell of old hay, dirt, oil, and manure flew out of the opening. Dust and old wood fell from everywhere. It wasn’t my quietest moment of scavenging, that’s for sure. Luckily this place was in the middle of nowhere, and it was pretty obvious that no one had been here for decades. Rural farms were slowly making a comeback the past few years, mostly as communes, but places like this typically need too much work to rebuild.
By Robert Ebersold5 years ago in Fiction
Love Thy Old Barn
The abandoned old barn has been in my family for generations. No one wanted it, not even me. It pre-dated the war times and with age it had gone derelict and run down and hadn’t been used in years. That was all about to change.
By Ashleigh Holmes5 years ago in Fiction
The Secret of the Staircase
“Run Elise!” His legs felt like rubber, sweat poured into his eyes. “Steven, I can’t run much longer.” She was exhausted, the bare sun beating down on her felt like carrying 50 pounds. “We have to keep running. We can’t let them take us.” He gasped for breath, never looking back, praying they’d lost their pursuers, knowing it was unlikely. The Agency was after them, the small corporation that had slowly but surely taken over the whole world. Claiming it was for the greater good, but the documents Elise and Steven had taken proved otherwise. They wanted the documents back, and they would never stop chasing them. At the top of the hill, they saw an old barn, with no other structure in sight, it seemed the only reasonable destination. “Head for the barn!” “Are you crazy? They’ll find us there for sure Steven.” “They’ll find us sooner out here, and we can’t run forever.” “I’ll barely make it there, I sure can’t run past it. Ok” . Sweaty and gulping for air they reached the old wood doors.
By Molimo5 years ago in Fiction
Valekta (VOL 2)
CHAPTER 14 Berry and Candy Jump in to attack. Candy Turns the beasts hand into glass candy by using candy coated And Berry shoots it.
By Adrien Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
True Love Was Born in a Stable
Dakota Territory 1866 Seren sighed contentedly as she drove back towards the barn. Today had been a good day, mostly because she had gotten to drive her favorite pony, Pebbles, all day while making deliveries for her elderly neighbor, Tim.
By A. Yvonne Magnuson5 years ago in Fiction
The Eye of the Shark
Jasmine lived a safe life. A safe, boring life. Her middle-class parents gave their three children the best life they could. Gene, the oldest, was the classic firstborn son who lived up to the high expectations set for him, becoming a doctor. The youngest, Crystal, had her wild period but emerged Valedictorian and joined the Navy after graduation. As the middle child, Jasmine often felt ignored and lost. She was an average student in high school and college, with no clue of what to do with herself.
By Lynn Jordan5 years ago in Fiction
Buffaloman Treasure
The Anderson farmhouse originally served as an 1868 homestead built on the hills above Walla Walla, Washington. It had been added to many times since its first two-room floor plan. It now boasted two stories, five-bedrooms, with a den, and had sprouted a long, covered porch on the south and east sides. The original barn still stood strong. Other antiquated farm buildings, however, remained off-limits, as Grandpa joked, “Their held together by all them spider web.”.
By Sam Walker5 years ago in Fiction