Adventure

Home Sweet Casa
It was dark and dirty as the migrants huddled together in the dirt. Every time the grass rustled or the brush moved tension rose among them. Could the sound be an alligator or a snake? Rey Santiago, just sixteen years old, knew the Rio Grande Valley was said to have a robust population of both. He observed how Mothers and fathers held their infants and children close to their chests in a protective embrace. He felt isolated and alone.
By pamela mayer5 years ago in Fiction
Eyes Ablaze Like the Sun
Whispering wind filtered through the rough-hewn lodgepole slats. The dark sienna boards were all but rotted through, most of the white chinking eroded away. In reply to the mumbling wind, the old barn creaked and muttered, sighing secrets from decades long past.
By Jessica Stevens5 years ago in Fiction
The Cottage
She sat alone in the dark, in the early morning hours. Just listening. It was her time of the day. Before the stresses of the day weighed down on her shoulders. She stared out over the ocean, watching, and listening to the waves roll over the beach. The water glistening and sparking as the sun just began to crest over the horizon. The world, slowly coming to life in the break of day. The birds had been singing throughout the still darkness, but now the cresting sun shown over their wings as they glided throughout the crisp morning air.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Fiction
Dawn of Womanhood
Dawn of Womanhood I was running. Running fast, through the forest of Evergreens I knew grew beyond the town. My bare feet stomped the damp earth as I progressed deeper and deeper, trees becoming close knit, branches obscuring the lightening sky. Although the day was brightening, the world was getting darker around me as I threw myself into the thick of the forest. I was running from something, this much I knew, but I was running toward something as well. What I was running from I did not know, but I knew it threatened me. My very life. I could tell by my panicked heart and gasping breath. And I knew I had to reach what was ahead of me in order to survive. So I pushed. I pumped my legs and arms as fast as my body would allow, barreling up hills and down shallow valleys. The trees seemed to part their branches for me as I passed, or maybe it was just the wind helping me along my route. Keeping my long hair from catching in my lashes. From where ever the assistance came, it was welcomed and appreciated. I covered a great expanse of ground in what seemed a small amount of time, finally glimpsing light blue sky as the forest began to thin. The dark red trunks and deep green needles started giving way to a tree-lined horizon and lightening dawn sky. I caught glimpses of fading stars when I glanced above me, just visible through the wind-swept canopy.
By A.J.K.5 years ago in Fiction
The Barn
The Barn Moving to a new area can be exciting but scary at the same time. It was always Jack and Jill's dream to own a farm. As soon as they started looking for land, they came upon a house that had a farmhouse and a bright, red barn. The farmhouse had been gutted for years. So they fixed that up.
By Kelly Vedder5 years ago in Fiction
Take Me Back To The Old Barn
Taeyang had been to many countries through his work, but none had captured his heart like Norway. The Scandinavian music scene, the history of vikings, midnight sun and the pretty little houses by the docks inspired him. He had found a home from home. The rural delights of Norway was miles away from the urban life of Korea that he was so used to, but the change eased years of tension.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Fiction
Empty Fields
Empty Fields Two youtubers are live in an empty field, doing random things and then out of nowhere a bull comes running at them.
By Burnt Baguettes5 years ago in Fiction
The Pod
The Sail Fish, a one-masted cabin cruiser, and I ran about four knots against the wind. It was a time to be alone. When a fat old sea lion shot out of the sea on a wave and landed on the deck of the Sail Fish. A pod of angry Orca swam around the Sail Fish. Two of the big ones started to ram me. I put on my life vest. Three hits, things started to get thrown around. Five hits, framing started to creek and crack. ten hits it is coming apart. I call on the radio. The GPS stops working.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Fiction
Swimming to Freedom.
As if a big bite had been taken out of the land the cliff face curved around in a crescent with each end collapsing into two long spits of crumpled rock that reached out into the sea on both sides of the shore.
By Russell Ormsby 5 years ago in Fiction
Idaho Gothic
Anton slipped his hands into the soft lining of his coat, fighting back a shiver as he gazed out at the edge of the forest. The moon loomed out from behind softly gliding clouds, and the ground was thick with a layer of ice. He glanced for a moment at his watch, and the numbers 12:04 gleamed back at him.
By Katie Alafdal5 years ago in Fiction
Aquamarine and Great White
Calling Aquamarine; calling aquamarine... The Teen Justice Team didn't hear any call for all of them. T.J., Teen Justice's supernatural leader, understood the transmission and turned directly to Maureen Tosh, the aforementioned Aquamarine. Golden Glider (Vance Harper), Solara (Sarah Myles), Steelor (Rex Nash), and T.J. himself could sit this one out. T.J. handed the headset to the teen with the aquatic abilities.
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
Prologue Alexandria rested her small hand against the cabin’s window, giant raindrops pouring down. The doors were boarded shut, making the 12x12 opening her only source of the outside world. She and her father lived in a tiny, one bedroom cabin deep tucked deep into the forest, tucked off from the mainland. Here, she was able to live in seclusion, protected by her father, and never having to deal with the cruel, outside world her dad warned her so much about. She was seven years old at the time, curious about the outside world. She had a lot of questions at her young age. She had never really left the forest. Her dad never let her. He was strict, but she knew it was for a reason. Her father told her about the way the people live their lives in the city. Her father feared the government, and although he tried so many times explaining to her why, Alex still had many questions. She wondered, what did her dad mean when he said “our society is ruined?” Her father was special, and Alex knew that. He tried to not tell her much, but she understood the gist of it. Her father was strong, handy, and extremely powerful. He told Alex for the first time, when she was four years old, that bad people wanted to come after him for the powers he possessed. He warned her, and told her if she wanted to be safe, she would have to stick with him, always. As long as they were protected in their little cabin in the forest, they would be okay living in seclusion forever. Alexandria was fine with that. Her dad loved and cared for her, more than anyone, including her own absentee mother could have. How could she not want him to be safe, no matter her curiosity about the excluded world? After all, if he was safe so too would Alexandria. She needed to believe this. As a little girl her dad told her when she asked about her mom, how she had left her by the old oak tree. Left her by the thick, protruding roots that had been around for more years than her own parents, who at that time was somewhere in their thirties. Despite the lies her mother told him that evening around the dinner table, her dad had persisted in his doubts. He found her by swaddled by layers of rotting leaves, and the base of the old tree. Her mother was unwell, her dad told her. Mentally unstable, disoriented and confused. She didn’t understand what she was doing when she had Alexandria. She thought what happened to her father, would happen to Alex. She was scared of the powers Alex could possess, so to avoid the situation completely, she abandoned her in the forest... and never looked back. Alexandria had heard the story so many times before. Her father told her almost everything. Her mother had found her Father, and she had lied. She told him Alex had died during childbirth, and there was no baby. But Alex’s dad knew better. That was the last time he ever saw her mom. He then scavenged the forest, searching for anything. A few hours later, he found his baby-girl abandoned underneath the Oak tree. Ever since that day, he has taken care of her, watched out for her, and kept her safe from all the evils of the world. As best as he could.
By Laura Elliott5 years ago in Fiction