Adventure
— The rain was pouring. I had no protection. I had maximum adrenaline. I had to run, but I had nowhere to go soon. The coast was nearing, and that meant...
— A wolf. Two wolves, three wolves. Emerging from the pack. I stand before them. Too many. I am alone; they are too many to count. Will no one come to...
— A wolf. Two wolves, three wolves. Emerging from the pack. I stand before them. Too many. I am alone; they are too many to count. Will no one come to...
— Hello there. I think that I’m going to stay anonymous for now, but I can tell you that I’m planning to be a mountain climber when I grow up, which...
— Hi! My name is Autumn, and I’m going to tell you about my journey to the village. I grabbed some food, saplings, and supplies, and set off into the forest....
— A Day in Nature By Peri Gordon, 11 A vast meadow sprawled for miles to no end, dotted with bright yellow daffodils and the occasional red tulip. A leafy bush...
— The coyotes kicked and body-slammed each other without noticing their hard-caught prey skittering away. One unnamed rabbit, though, took advantage of the fighting coyotes and started chewing away their skin...
— I dare you to go in. What are you, chicken? The disappearances are rumors. Nothing more. OK. The dark giants loomed over me, wind screaming through the trees. I take...
— Write a story set in medieval times.
— Midnightcreptacrossthebrickwall.Watching.Waiting.Notknowingwhatwas comingherway.Shekeptherearsperked,hereyespeeled,herfootstepsassilentasa whisper.Why,shedidn’tknow.Allsheknewwasthatshefeltthatsomethingwasn’t right.Wonderingifshehadbeenmistaken,sheturnedbacktothesafetyofherloving houseandleapeddown,startingthejourneythroughthetallgrasstotheoldVictorian that served as her home. BeforeMidnighthadgottenfarhowever,sheturnedback.Shewasneverwrong aboutthesesortsofthings.Maybewhoeverwascomingwasjusttryingtothrowher off-guard.Well,itwouldn’twork.TherewasnowaythatMidnightwouldletsomeone outsmart her. Narrowinghereyesasshegotherselfallthewaybackupontothewornbricks, shesurveyedthesceneinfrontofherforanyonewhomightbetheintruder.Inthe mostlyemptyfield,thelong,wheat-coloredgrasswavingwiththefaintestbreezeinthe stillnighttimeair,nothingseemedoutofplaceorotherwiseamiss.ButMidnightknew thatsomethingwasgoingtohappen,shejustknewit.Shehadn’teverbeenwrong before, and she certainly wasn’t going to start now. MinutesturnedintohoursasMidnightsatonthewall,whiskerstwitching,eyes...