Adventure
A Chapter in the Life of Detective Frizzywhiskers
It was an early morning, at the point of time when night just runs into early Dawn, and--as they rub shoulders in passing one another--well, there you have a new day. I was slouched in my easy chair, for I had stayed up most of the night working on the upcoming chase and a review of our new convicts’ backgrounds. All my papers were still piled up around me; I guess my head was somewhere in the middle of all the work, pillowed on my desk. A small box of cat nip sat beside my half eaten doughnut, and the remains of a warm cup of milk sat beside it.
By Erica Nicolay5 years ago in Fiction
Bryan's World
Four corners stand tall and proud, the castle gates are daunting as the knight’s noble steed paces the moat. Breathes of steam course from the nostrils of the strong, pale beast as the man’s dented metal shines in the moonlight. The damsel waits at the top of the tall tower, he can hear her cries as she beckons him. The evil king glares down from the parapets and the knight returns the icy gaze. The fires burn around them, the turmoil, and corpses of fallen soldiers are endless amongst the battlefields.
By Carissa Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Forgotten Fadeland
It was the first day of second grade, and Joseph had spent the hours fawning over his new pencils and notebooks his mother had purchased for him at the store. He had tagged along, choosing what pack of a particular color he had wanted, what sort of erasers, what color cover of notebook. Today was the day he could finally use them, and the thrill of it still filled his heart with excitement to overflowing.
By Bethy Parr5 years ago in Fiction
The Package
It had been a couple of days since John and Mike enjoyed their first piece of chocolate cake. They decided to lay low even from the couple they had met. They had made some improvements to the old barn including repairing the walls and doors. No one could see the inside when the barn was fully buttoned up. However, the new repairs would show that someone was living there. They went over to the old Pickford mansion for supplies. They found a generator that needed some work and best of all a grill and a wood fired stove. They could cook their food properly and stay warm in the cool mountain air. Since they had managed to secure the barn, they no longer pulled watches. The doors were lockable from the inside, secured with double timbers and some bells they found in the house to make noise if someone should try to breach the doors. They were both able to sleep at the same time which suited John better. As they both got into their military sleeping cocoons, Mike piped up, “John, we should work on the perimeter defense tomorrow. If nothing else, it would help keep the animals away from the barn.”
By Chris Purdom5 years ago in Fiction
The Hazel Fire
I use the sounds in my memories to fill the deafening silence as I look out the car window. Textures and musical notes from the past overlap with the visuals from the present. It feels like a new landscape emerges every five minutes in Iceland, from desert sand bursting with hot steam to pieces of glaciers floating down massive lakes. I shuffle through the different sounds in my head to match with each grand view from the window.
By Mustafa Azeem5 years ago in Fiction
An Impossible Job for the Worst Crew Imaginable
Everything went exactly according to plan. Better than, actually. We even pulled it all off with time to spare. And that meant there wasn’t anyone on our trail. We were getting off scot-free -- most of us with the biggest score of our lives. A life-changing amount of cash.
By Sean M Tirman5 years ago in Fiction





