Adventure

Instant Regret of Opening Packages Not Addressed To You
There was no note or warning, just a simple package left on my doorstep wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. I shouldn’t have opened it, I kick myself every day for giving into the mystery. Now I cannot take it back. My name is Shae and this is my story.
By Ashleigh Holmes5 years ago in Fiction
The zombie Apocalypse Bull
We’re driving back from our adventure to the gun store and I’m looking forward to getting home, getting the ammo unpacked and then hopefully taking a hot bath. All this fighting of zombies makes for achy muscles.
By Taylor Ellwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Storyteller
In the rickety, horse-drawn carriage, a strange, vaguely epicene character with a warm smile stretched across their face sat beside my mother, who chewed vigorously on her thumbnail, pulling back the bonnet cover to peer at the pastures that had been surrounding us for days.
By Rachel E5 years ago in Fiction
Minnie and the Bull
A field of tall grass and marigolds stood between the picnic table and the line of woods at the edge of the property. ‘It’s a fairytale meadow!’ Minnie would say as she danced with her seven sisters every sunny Sunday afternoon. This was their favorite place to enjoy their one day each week without chores on their family’s farm. Dressed in their Sunday best, little prairie dresses with small flower print and full calf-length skirts, they would spin and spin, letting the air fill their skirts up into little puffy ballet tutus. They’d spin for so long that they’d become dizzy, falling over into the marigolds together, laughing. Minnie, the youngest at age five, would watch her skirt with intense concentration, waiting for it to turn into a little hot air balloon and carry her off into the skies of her imagination. Sometimes, when she thought hard enough, she would feel it start to happen, lift off, a sense of weightlessness, excited for this adventure away from reality; she’d close her eyes tightly, preparing to open them and be in the air, floating above a meadow of unicorns, a forest of fairies, and a valley of magical unknowns ready to be explored. Then she’d hit the ground next to her sisters, yellow and orange petals surrounding her, thrown into the air from the force of their bodies falling back to earth, grounding their sundress-clad physical forms moments before their minds would rejoin them. She’d feel mild disappointment before laughing when the butterflies returned to her tummy and the happiness and giggles of her sisters brought her back to her favorite place in the world. Why would she want to float away from it all anyway, she’d think. Weaving marigolds and dandelions into little crowns and dancing the day away was the best use of a sunny afternoon that Minnie, or any of her sisters, could imagine after all.
By Joanna Langemak5 years ago in Fiction
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
Marigold
It was a lovely winter’s day. The sun shone strongly without a cloud in sight, but there was little warmth in it. The Autumn leaves were still falling from the trees outside (well past their due date) and Claire couldn’t help but marvel at the simple beauty of it, despite her circumstances.
By S5 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
Paloma Sells Chocolates at the End of the World
A little red wagon skirted across the desert, sand floor, one wheel squeaking harshly in the unrelenting heat. It was almost noon judging by the waves forming over the distant nothingness. Paloma, 10, a little chubby, with coffee-colored ringlets trudged along, slowly, wearily until she came across a Joshua tree and stumbled under what little shade it provided.
By Casia5 years ago in Fiction