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Our adventure category is for stories that tend to be more slow-paced than action stories. They share some attributes, but differ in that they are less about the destination and more about the journey. It focuses on the camaraderie between characters, their escapades, their relationships and what brings them either closer together, or farther apart. Adventure stories can cover a wide range of settings, from the epic, to the mundane, but every one has capers that lead to discovery in one form or another.

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Victoria Desperado's Mansion of Despair

Her boldness blinded her, and she paid the full price.

About 1900 words   Victoria Desperado's Mansion of Despair by James Foley   In Annapolis, Maryland, Andy Bannock stood on a sixty-four-foot ketch, watching the night get wetter and wilder. He was under contract to move this boat to Baltimore before tomorrow noon. And Andy's one-man crew, Michael Ward, had retired. Actually, Roger Wang, Andy's partner in their yacht delivery business,...Read On

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In the Closet

Things get weird in the closet and out.

The phone rang as I was locking up for the night and I thought about leaving it ring. Then I thought about my bank account, went back around the desk, picked up, and said: “Conde.” An older man’s voice came on the line, dry as a desert bone. “Ah yes, Mr. Benjamin Conde of the Conde Detective Agency I presume?” “The same.” “Splendid, Mr. Conde. Splendid. Ah, yes, Mr. Conde, my name is...Read On

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The Importance of Being Ernest Hemingway

Rich girl wants him a wealthy writer. Best girl wants him a great writer. Which girl wins?

      The Importance Of Being Ernest Hemingway It happened at a Maryland yacht club after Labor Day, when summer lingers. Philip Wright was adjusting lines aboard his forty-something-foot sailing ketch. Suddenly dark-haired Adrienne Racine called from the dock, “You’re publishing a novel?”   That Saturday was stormy, and this bold belle’s voice battled the wailing wind: “Alex Gooding...Read On

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Adventures In Ventorros. Part 2

The Reece and Giorgia Adventures

  As Sue turns off the headlights of her car, Reece and Giorgia turn on their flashlights. "OH, MY COD!" they yell. Kiera cringes as she gets her first clear view of her uncle courtesy of the kid's torches. His eyebrows are platted down to his shoulders and tied off with pink bows. "Nice bows, Uncle Phill!" she says cheekily, and he glares at Sue mumbling about blue, and it is all her...Read On

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Adventures In Ventorros. Part 1

The Reece and Giorgia Adventures

"RUUUUUUUUNNNNN, GIORGIA!" Reece yells at the top of his voice as a giant foot descends upon his sister and Sprite the black cat clinging to her for dear life, at least, he thinks it is Sprite, according to Giorgia every cat so far has been her. It is all very confusing. Giorgia looks up, as the shadow of a giant foot blocks out the sun, she could barely see. Her heart pounding, she hears...Read On

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The Legend of Zelda: Heroes Alliance

a boy born again and again, aided by his past lives to fight the impending evil

Prologue      Deep  in the forests of a kingdom of old, lies a hidden tribe. The tribe had seperated from the kingdom, as well as the rest of the world. Inside the tribe lives an orphaned boy of sixteen. On his own, he's become self reliant, building his own home and furniture, preparing his own meals with homegrown vegetables and fish caught by the river. Currently, he's assisting the...Read On

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First Fight - Ch 7 of 7

The first situation in life, where there is only one door way out. For this matter, a door way in.

The End My father who is working as a nurse at that time, he went to the brother’s house, possibly with my grandfather. Makes a talk of peace, after explaining the situation about me protecting my brother. The next day, I went to the unfinished house. I went there and planned to wait for Richard. And there he was, sitting on cement bricks with a thick pad of cotton covered with medical...Read On

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First Fight - Ch 6 of 7

The first situation in life, where there is only one door way out. For this matter, a door way in.

My First Fight I honestly cannot remember what happens next or what I was doing before this occasion. This event just stands out of its own from start to finish. I will never forget this moment in my life. It was tragic, and there was something beautiful that comes out of it. I'll be gentle, I promise. Standing in the front of our gate of our home, I could see my little brother...Read On

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First Fight - Ch 5 of 7

The first situation in life, where there is only one door way out. For this matter, a door way in.

School Break The math teacher scribbles some numbers on the chalkboard. Each tap of the white chalk against the board and each drop of white ashes was like a count down to an execution. She's almost finished. Our eyes shake as we watch her scribble some scary numbers on the blackboard. “No,” she said. And she erases the blackboard again. “Let’s try something else we never did these...Read On

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First Fight - Ch 4 of 7

The first situation in life, where there is only one door way out. For this matter, a door way in.

Good Morning “Wake up Vincent,” said my grandmother. Envious of my little brother still sleeping on the straw mattress, the smell of mosquito coil is vacuumed out from the wooden balconies door. My grandmother placed in a wooden door stop. “Go ahead,” she whispered. I lift the mosquito net and walk outside the balcony. Rubbing my eyes, the sight of colors tells the sun still covered...Read On

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First Fight - Ch 3 of 7

The first situation in life, where there is only one door way out. For this matter, a door way in.

The House of Pain The old man smiles finally someone who bought the house has returned. He wonders if a jeep still there? With a mix of curiosity how he knows this without being there, how did he know of an abandoned front part of an automobile? For a long time now, it has been part of a wall of a fence. Weeds crawl on to it, and spider webs with dead skeletons of flies. I thought I...Read On

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First Fight - Ch 2 of 7

The first situation in life, where there is only one door way out. For this matter, a door way in.

The New Kids on the Block   “Here he comes… run!” I shouted. And Nestor dodges Michael who was about to touch him. Nestor ran back to our base. “That was a close one!” he laughs. They already have three of our men. If Michael touches Nestor, it would only be me who is left. Either I would be caught then, or rescue my men back by simply reaching and to touch them. Unless for a...Read On

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First Fight - Ch 1 of 7

The first situation in life, where there is only one door way out. For this matter, a door way in.

Kung Fu Night Saturday night. The screaming kicks and the punches that keep missing against the head of an old master made the kids wants to join his school. Our leg’s skins against the cold surface of the shiny cemented floors kept us in tune. The delayed English words coming out of their mouth in between fights, swears how bad ass these fighters are. The Cantonese dialogs translated...Read On

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The Laundry Room

THE LAUNDRY ROOM: 081017 I'm not sure how old the thick glass door is, but just for the guess, it might be from the early eighties. I swipe the access card, and the push bar lets me free inside the apartment. Waiting for the elevator, I heard chattering behind me in Hindi. I peek through a long hallway, and at the end, there is a group of people in decent clothing. I never heard of...Read On

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Broken Lives : Chapter 8

"Miss, Vena! Welcome back!" "Aye, Vena. It's been a while sweet heart." "Yo! Vena! Over here!" "Molo, Vena. Kuye mzuzwana, abe na?" "Hey, Vena!" "Welcome back, miss snake. What'll it be tonight?" "I told you," Vena replied. "It's not snake. It's Vena. Give me a caipirinha." "You know I can't do that," the bartender replied. "Besides, even if I knew how to mix that, a girl...Read On

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Taken by a Highlander

Lasses have disappeared in these parts for as long as anyone can remember and even longer! Ya ken?”

Chapter 1. Scotland Donella, known as Ella since she was a wee lass had dreamed of this trip for as long as she could remember. The 22-year old woman was rather small, being only five feet two inches in her stocking feet. It must be said she was proportioned in just the right places. She had slightly curly long dark almost black hair that she usually kept in a messy bun at the nape of her...Read On

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Broken Lives : Chapter 7

Hate was such an unusual thing. Hate could be applied to so many things: enemies, animals, emotions, random people, freedoms, abilities, on and on unto infinity. But for Alex, hate was the emotion he felt whenever an entire place seemed against him. Navigating the maze of buildings proved far more difficult than necessary. Despite meeting only a few people and creatures along the way,...Read On

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Broken Lives : Chapter 6

It had taken some time for Alex to assess his situation after Arakne disappeared. Of the multitude of supplies he had started out with, only his bag, a few changes of clothes and an empty water sack remained. Even the gold he'd hidden within a pocket on the inside of his shirt was gone. That damn witch, he cursed silently. It was going to be a long walk, especially without knowing where in...Read On

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Broken Lives : Chapters 4 & 5

She couldn't understand it. None of it made any sense to her. No one should have been able to find her, least of all an idiotic weakling like him. She could have sworn she had covered all her steps better after escaping that prison. Even worse, she couldn't understand why they even wanted her back. She was perfectly fine and more than capable of taking care of herself. The worst part though...Read On

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Broken Lives : Chapter 3

"Uggh, why do I have to find her? Why couldn't she have just stayed in the room like all the other patients?" Alex grumbled as he trudged through the dense underbrush. He nearly fell when his foot brushed an exposed root but caught himself mid-fall. He couldn't understand why he was the one sent to look for a girl who had nearly killed him. After all, if she was strong enough to attack...Read On

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Broken Lives : Chapter 2

Her name was Revenance Widow, but to her friends, she was known as Vena. She was only sixteen years old but already known as a highly skilled treasure hunter amongst amateur adventurers. She had recently lost her partner, a boy whose name no one knew. She had been found lying on the ground screaming and unresponsive to anyone attempting to wake her. It wasn't until she was moved to a...Read On

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Broken Lives : Chapter 1

"If you could have one thing, what would it be?" "Hmm?" he asked. "If I could have one thing? Well, that's an easy one. But before I tell you, what about you? What would you want?" "What!?" his partner gasped. "No, no, no, no, no, no. I asked you first. You tell me and then I'll tell you." "I can't, otherwise you might be swayed by my answer," he laughed. "No I wouldn't," his...Read On

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A WEEK IN MY WINGS

Welcome to an adventure of a lifetime.

SETTING: A boy wakes up in a hospital bed next to his father. A doctor walks into the room to deliver the news. Doctor: Hello and welcome to- Son: Doc, give it to me straight. Doctor: Well son, there’s no easy way to put this but- Son: Doc! How long do I have to live? Doctor: A week Son: A week! That’s not enough time to live. I’m gonna die young. I’m gonna die young. [Son whining]...Read On

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Caught Napping

A Nap?

Blasted AUTEC Range! D.. submarines! They're right. All we are is pond scum targets. Oh well no St. Croix visit AGAIN.   Wait, we're setting sea and anchor detail? Cool! Even if we are end of pier, I'll get to see that crescent shaped beach finally. Better get below and take the watch. CSOW here I come. Our Captain had some pull so we got to have two Laser sailboats as part of our welfare...Read On

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Fishy Yarns

A likely tale of old Yorkshire...

'twixt the moorland villages of Clapptrap and Skandal, there runs a lovely stretch of the Twaddle. The lively river flows through the limestone gorge at Poppycock Cut, and once past Yakking Mouth it discharges its clear waters in spectacular fashion at Fayrelady Falls. Tis a sight for sore eyes to behold such wild, foaming torrents - I courted my dear wife there and it's a good spot for trout. ...Read On

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Dad's Love proven.

In which I disobey Dad and nearly die before rescue

Dad was a very special person to me. Here are a couple of special stories about Dad that tell you about our relationship. The first story is one set in the deep snows of a spring blizzard. We had about 4 foot of snow on the level with more in drifts. After the snow had stopped, Dad and Granddad turned to caring for the livestock. The cattle were fine as they were in along the meadows and in...Read On

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The Wielders - Chapter One: The Bruise

Your greatest enemies are closer than you think.

Melis did her best to hold back her tears as she ran. As much as she tried, she couldn't fight the image of Rahmi, lying on his back with a broken neck and choking on his own blood. She was caught between the guilt of abandoning him and the weight of the mission he had given her. She was running fast but in her opinion not fast enough. The guilt hovered over every inch of her skin like a...Read On

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The Wielders - Prologue

If energy cannot be destroyed, then neither can a man who puts all his energy into being powerful.

It’s said that parents often try too hard to push their children into achieving their own dreams. Despite not being a conventional parent at the time, I was no exception. Melis may have been half my age, but she showed twice the potential I did at her age. When I was her age (12), I was interviewed by five wield masters, each interview ending in polite rejection. With Melis it was different....Read On

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The Vessel

CHAPTER 1 "The Start of a Long Journey" "Get off him! Get off him now Sean!" I can hardly hear her. The muffled sound barely finds its way to my conscious mind. I feel a good sensation as I squeeze harder. As I squeezed his neck even more, I find myself feeling sorry for him, and I let go. I get in his face clenching my teeth quietly telling him, "say that again!" I speak louder, "Say it!"...Read On

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There Be Draguins

A young boy's destiny.

This is the first chapter of a book I am writing for my grandson. Let me know what you think. Prelude June 16, 1611 was a dark and rainy day in the tiny Irish village of Cluain Tiobrad. Its lush green pastures made its Gaelic name of “Well of the Meadows” appropriately given. On most days with less rain it was often a pleasant resting place for travelers between Monaghan...Read On