Adventure

By the Light of the Dutchman
I stand atop the highest mast, in a crow’s nest towering above the galleon. I’ve always liked it up here, the salty winds whipping through my hair. From this point, the sounds of the bustling crew are nothing but a faint whisper to me.
By Kevin Barkman5 years ago in Fiction
A Jack Burgoyne Story
Time moved slower back then. Or so it seemed. It’s only now, now that I am older, that I can truly hear the infernal ticking of the clock. There is evil in that sound, I am sure of it.
By Michael Goodison5 years ago in Fiction
Predators and Prejudices
Emily had to admit, the view was spectacular. The pool area of her resort overlooked the beach across the street and she watched as the waves crashed at regular intervals. She sat there with her coffee, enjoying the solitude. The sun lit up the sky in citrus hues and, for now, it was just for her alone.
By Nancy Gwillym5 years ago in Fiction
Long lost marigold
Floating, drifting, endlessly. On and on they went. Not that it mattered to the inhabitants of the space cruiser. They were happy enough with their lifestyles. It did not matter how long it would take to reach their destination. All that mattered was the journey. Some aboard couldn't even remember why they had started on this voyage. It started a long time ago and would continue for a long time more.
By Charlie Smith5 years ago in Fiction
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