Adventure

Buffaloman Treasure
The Anderson farmhouse originally served as an 1868 homestead built on the hills above Walla Walla, Washington. It had been added to many times since its first two-room floor plan. It now boasted two stories, five-bedrooms, with a den, and had sprouted a long, covered porch on the south and east sides. The original barn still stood strong. Other antiquated farm buildings, however, remained off-limits, as Grandpa joked, “Their held together by all them spider web.”.
By Sam Walker5 years ago in Fiction
Home Sweet Casa
It was dark and dirty as the migrants huddled together in the dirt. Every time the grass rustled or the brush moved tension rose among them. Could the sound be an alligator or a snake? Rey Santiago, just sixteen years old, knew the Rio Grande Valley was said to have a robust population of both. He observed how Mothers and fathers held their infants and children close to their chests in a protective embrace. He felt isolated and alone.
By pamela mayer5 years ago in Fiction
Eyes Ablaze Like the Sun
Whispering wind filtered through the rough-hewn lodgepole slats. The dark sienna boards were all but rotted through, most of the white chinking eroded away. In reply to the mumbling wind, the old barn creaked and muttered, sighing secrets from decades long past.
By Jessica Stevens5 years ago in Fiction
The Cottage
She sat alone in the dark, in the early morning hours. Just listening. It was her time of the day. Before the stresses of the day weighed down on her shoulders. She stared out over the ocean, watching, and listening to the waves roll over the beach. The water glistening and sparking as the sun just began to crest over the horizon. The world, slowly coming to life in the break of day. The birds had been singing throughout the still darkness, but now the cresting sun shown over their wings as they glided throughout the crisp morning air.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Fiction
Dawn of Womanhood
Dawn of Womanhood I was running. Running fast, through the forest of Evergreens I knew grew beyond the town. My bare feet stomped the damp earth as I progressed deeper and deeper, trees becoming close knit, branches obscuring the lightening sky. Although the day was brightening, the world was getting darker around me as I threw myself into the thick of the forest. I was running from something, this much I knew, but I was running toward something as well. What I was running from I did not know, but I knew it threatened me. My very life. I could tell by my panicked heart and gasping breath. And I knew I had to reach what was ahead of me in order to survive. So I pushed. I pumped my legs and arms as fast as my body would allow, barreling up hills and down shallow valleys. The trees seemed to part their branches for me as I passed, or maybe it was just the wind helping me along my route. Keeping my long hair from catching in my lashes. From where ever the assistance came, it was welcomed and appreciated. I covered a great expanse of ground in what seemed a small amount of time, finally glimpsing light blue sky as the forest began to thin. The dark red trunks and deep green needles started giving way to a tree-lined horizon and lightening dawn sky. I caught glimpses of fading stars when I glanced above me, just visible through the wind-swept canopy.
By A.J.K.5 years ago in Fiction
The Barn
The Barn Moving to a new area can be exciting but scary at the same time. It was always Jack and Jill's dream to own a farm. As soon as they started looking for land, they came upon a house that had a farmhouse and a bright, red barn. The farmhouse had been gutted for years. So they fixed that up.
By Kelly Vedder5 years ago in Fiction
Take Me Back To The Old Barn
Taeyang had been to many countries through his work, but none had captured his heart like Norway. The Scandinavian music scene, the history of vikings, midnight sun and the pretty little houses by the docks inspired him. He had found a home from home. The rural delights of Norway was miles away from the urban life of Korea that he was so used to, but the change eased years of tension.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Fiction
Empty Fields
Empty Fields Two youtubers are live in an empty field, doing random things and then out of nowhere a bull comes running at them.
By Burnt Baguettes5 years ago in Fiction
The Pod
The Sail Fish, a one-masted cabin cruiser, and I ran about four knots against the wind. It was a time to be alone. When a fat old sea lion shot out of the sea on a wave and landed on the deck of the Sail Fish. A pod of angry Orca swam around the Sail Fish. Two of the big ones started to ram me. I put on my life vest. Three hits, things started to get thrown around. Five hits, framing started to creek and crack. ten hits it is coming apart. I call on the radio. The GPS stops working.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Fiction
Swimming to Freedom.
As if a big bite had been taken out of the land the cliff face curved around in a crescent with each end collapsing into two long spits of crumpled rock that reached out into the sea on both sides of the shore.
By Russell Ormsby 5 years ago in Fiction
Idaho Gothic
Anton slipped his hands into the soft lining of his coat, fighting back a shiver as he gazed out at the edge of the forest. The moon loomed out from behind softly gliding clouds, and the ground was thick with a layer of ice. He glanced for a moment at his watch, and the numbers 12:04 gleamed back at him.
By Katie Alafdal5 years ago in Fiction
Aquamarine and Great White
Calling Aquamarine; calling aquamarine... The Teen Justice Team didn't hear any call for all of them. T.J., Teen Justice's supernatural leader, understood the transmission and turned directly to Maureen Tosh, the aforementioned Aquamarine. Golden Glider (Vance Harper), Solara (Sarah Myles), Steelor (Rex Nash), and T.J. himself could sit this one out. T.J. handed the headset to the teen with the aquatic abilities.
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction