Adventure
A Friend to a Beast
As the sun rises illuminating open fields before settling upon a house at the end of a dirt track the sound of a Rooster carries on the morning wind. Climbing out of his bed a man in his late 30s slides into a pair of old leather cowboy boots and throws a loose white top on as he stands up, walking out of his room and downstairs as the sound of the rooster dissipates like being burnt away by the sunrise.
By Fantasy Text5 years ago in Fiction
Topaz Marigolds
Topaz Marigolds – “Diamonds?” Copern whispered in wonder. “No.” He scolded himself at having forgotten that heaven held stars. “Think,” he commanded. Inhaling deeply, he steadied himself as he drank the newness in. The night breeze, the riffling stream, fragrant undergrowth, all stirred memories of a life before being imprisoned at St. Grindstone. That was seven years ago. He was taken at five.
By Sam Walker5 years ago in Fiction
De'Coration Academy for Exceptional Rabbits Part 4: Marshmallow's Solo Mission
Part 1, Part2, Part 3 Each short story can be read separately or as part of the series. Sprinkles and Marshmallow Operatives. Meet under the marigold bush two nights from now at the height of the moon. There is a new mission for you. The Secret Paw
By Rebecca harmsworth5 years ago in Fiction
Her Name is a Secret
The cabinet door squeaked a long high pitch wail that echoed out of the bathroom, down the hall, and out the kitchen window, alerting her in the driveway. She glanced back towards the house, she would be caught if she did not leave now, right now. Her hand lingered on the gate, heart aching to bring her dog, but there was just no way. Unlatching the gate, hoping the rusty hinges won’t give her away, she quietly sprinted into the ally, rushing towards freedom. Anywhere was better than here with him and his dirty oil-stained hands, cracking nails, and sour breath.
By LittleTree Oppy5 years ago in Fiction
Death Waits Another Day
Human nature is very much like a child, able to adapt to change at a moment’s notice, yet resists that change with the whole of their being. The history of the human race is rife with such sentiments, all to its own detriment and demise. Andy was never one to wax philosophical, but as he stared into his glass of synthohol, its greenish hue matching what he imagined was the color of his upset stomach, he shrugged to himself and thought that now was as good a time as any for it.
By Anthony Stauffer5 years ago in Fiction
The Winter Offering
His fingers twitch as he taps his golden rings against the armrests of his throne. He is a restless ruler, perhaps even impatient, so Tec feels her mouth turn dry and her heart quicken with nervousness as she waits for him to speak. She wishes she could tilt her head to seek the face of her mentor in the hall, but she remains frozen with her head dipped and eyes trained on the ornate floor.
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction
Does It Mean The Same To You, As It Means To Me?
The building was conventionally impenetrable. Every security measure. Built from the most durable, resilient materials. Every inch crawling with armed security comprised of the world's most skilled and lethal military forces.
By Timothy White5 years ago in Fiction
The Tiny Ticket Puncher
First Hector tried sweeping away the snow with a whisk broom, but it was laying too fast and heavy. Nearly two inches already covered the sidewalk. The weathercaster had called the system a “Canadian Clipper.” He needed his sidewalk clear and salted. The school bus would be pulling up any minute.
By Gale Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Faces of the Deep
The children never liked playing at the pond. Something happened at that frozen place that scared the hell out of them, and the parents played it off as mere enthusiasm. The frightening rumors spread like wildfire, and the little ones believed it. The ice skates were stored year after year in every village home rusting as they spoke of the faces they had seen: faces in the deep.
By Aaron Michael Grant5 years ago in Fiction
