Adventure
The Red Solo Cup
The red cup was there, in the frayed wire over the bridge. The bridge on main and 6th used to be filled with red cups, spelling out “I love dad” or “Anna will you go to prom with me”. Today, the solo red cup meant something quite different. I had to be careful, seeing it was one thing; acting on it brought dire consequences.
By Elizabeth Cripe3 years ago in Fiction
A Connecticut Yankee in a Utah Rodeo
“Anyone want to ride the bull?” My family and I all looked at our tour guide as if he had asked us if we’d like to go swimming with sharks. He had to be kidding. This had to be his go-to joke when guiding yuppie tourists from New England. A way to make fun of us because it was clear this was our first time riding horses, let alone a bull. But he was serious. “Anyone can join the rodeo, you just gotta sign up at the pavilion, sign a few waivers, and since it's a competition we’ll even pay you five dollars for partaking.” He licked sweat from his dirty blonde mustache and leered at me through his cheap sunglasses.
By James Goggin 3 years ago in Fiction
The Life of a Ninja
I drew my katana from its place on my hip. It slid like butter from the sheath, flashing into the air like a flame. The armored men surrounding me leveled their spears in preparation for my next move. Silence hung eerily in the air. The heat of the night bore through my black suit, armor, hood, and mask, making me sweat more than I usually would. Luckily, my hands were gloved so I knew it wouldn’t affect my grip on the weapon’s handle. I twirled the blade, accustoming myself to its balance. I stared back into the eyes of my attackers, conveying my resolve. I saw fear, regret, and a hunger for violence. I could taste my imminent victory.
By Nathaniel Warren3 years ago in Fiction
Big Bad Wolf
Sometimes it pays to be overly paranoid, at least in my case it did. I surveyed the area again carefully for any danger. Ever since I was little, I was obsessed with worlds other than my own. Far off planets and magical realms where mythical beasts roamed free. I never thought that one day those fantasies would actually come true.
By Carissa Quinlivan 3 years ago in Fiction
A TALE TAIL HEART tale no.2
Freyja couldn’t figure out how she had been caught, but she knew that Bogran must have flipped on her the second her locket started burning inside her chest. It wasn’t just the normal soul-sucking sensation, it felt like her sternum was being ripped inward as the wicked thing took sinew and bone with it. It damned near felt like it would take the earth beneath her feet if she stood still for too long. Worse than that, the one installed in Delphi was starting to send jolts and her little neck was red. She could hardly breathe. Those massive fucking assholes. Big gaping pile-stricken taint pustules… enough.
By CK Henson Hayes3 years ago in Fiction
DECISIONS, OPPORTUNITY OR FATE!!
Hi friends, welcome to my adventure book! When I was young, and even as an adult, I loved those old Adventure books where I got to pick my own ending. They were awesome, with a huge amount of different ends to choose from. Some had maybe fifty different endings, so I sat here thinking how I could write an adventure book and make it my own, something different then anyone I have seen out there or heard of before. Then it struck me, I decided to write an Adventure book based on one main character, You, the reader.
By Susan McGill3 years ago in Fiction
Rush
Chapter Five A Face in the Crowd The big night is finally here. Father and Parker look so charming in their suits, and I’m not hating the way I look in this dress! Mother curled my hair and pinned the delicate strands into a bun on top of my head. Alyvia and Taylor came over to get ready, and over-excitedly agreed to do my make-up. I feel like a princess, with the best looking entourage a girl could ask for.
By Dominique Stedge3 years ago in Fiction
Operation Phoenix
Our skies are mostly clear but there’s a storm among us. Our homes, our families, and our friends are being taken by the ricochet of bullets, bombs, and other weapons of mass destruction- all of which have been overlooked by empty promises made for peace. We were once a prosperous nation now held hostage by cowards. Our freedom is what we want, and what I want too. My actions tell another story. My hands pull the trigger. I’m a vessel, a gear in the machine, which does the storm’s bidding.
By Abigail Edge3 years ago in Fiction