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Write a story about an adventure in a small town.

Posted in Adventure on Mar 30, 2021

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It Was Halloween

Submitted to Contest #8

Have you ever heard of the abandoned school? The school my mama attended to when she was my age. Nobody knows what happened to it. My mama seems to have forgotten.  Anita Dunlap, my very best friend, told me that two bats live there. One short and stubby and the other long and windy. Of course, she was joking. Such a silly thing could never be real. “Ivette it's time for school” my mama hollered, “You're going to be late.” It was Halloween today. The sky was inky black, my window was all foggy. The spooky touch that Halloween brings wa...

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Going Home

Shortlisted for Contest #8 ⭐️

The house is still there. It's different than I remember it. Hadn't it been yellow? Wasn't there a clapboard fence around the back yard? It's been 15 years. I guess I don't remember right. Molly pulls a vape pen from her purse. She says she quit smoking two years ago, but I don't believe her. Her leather jacket smells faintly like Bert's Tavern on Main, and Molly's never been one to tell the whole truth. “Wow,” she says in a tone that's somehow sincere and condescending at the same time. “How about that? Still standi...

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Pondview, East Carolina

Submitted to Contest #8

adventure, noun an undertaking usually involving danger and unknown risks an unusual and exciting, typically hazardous experience or activity I never expected anything exciting to happen to me in the small town of Pondview, East Carolina, but with my luck, it was inevitable. Well, I guess my luck isn’t all bad, considering I didn’t die. An adventure seemed like something anyone would want when they were bored, but this kind of adventure was something nobody wanted. July 4, 3020 was supposed to be a day to celebrate our country. Instead,...

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Pinky Promise

Submitted to Contest #8

“If you break a pinky promise, you’ll die within a year.”That’s what my neighbour, Geoffrey Collins used to say when we were kids. I’m looking at his old bedroom window from the base of the gum where his tyre swing used to be; where I’d call 'cooee!' to get him to come out and join me.There’s only the frayed top of the rope tied to the branch now. There was a persistent rumour it’s where Mr Collins hanged himself, but that’s bullshit. It was just Geoffrey’s swing.It was the shed where Geoffrey found his dad dangling.No one’s lived here ...

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Don't Cuss the Rope

Submitted to Contest #8

I swear, I ain’t never seen a more ornery, no-good hog than that Horace. “Prize winner my eye,” I muttered under my breath as I retied the rope that fastened the gate closed for what felt like the hundredth time. Every time I closed him in, he’d find some way to get hisself loose again, and I’d have to go chase him and catch him and throw him back in there. It seemed like a daily occurrence, and half the time I couldn’t even see how he got out to begin with.I finally figured that he must’ve stretched the rope just enough to shove his squirmy...

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"Pray They Don't Bite Us"

Submitted to Contest #8

The village of Saclit was a border town, on the edge of Kalinga and Mountain Province. New People’s Army communist rebels rustled through the green woods and came in for rice and blue LP tanks for their generators. My father, the first time, was asked if he was going for the drugs or the girls. The man on the jeepney was eager to sell him both.              I wasn’t afraid of it. The rebels claimed to be for the poor. It wasn’t logical for the rebels to...

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Stone Mountain

Submitted to Contest #8

The rising sun at their back, the silhouette of the mountain stands like a sentinel over the town. The trail on which Willow and James are running this Saturday morning in Stone Mountain Park, James notices, is still, and without birdsong, is still, without the jaunting of squirrels, mosquitoes, and moths, even, lie low. James and Willow pass the enormous oak tree--the two-mile mark on their run. The oak has grown to the point that its limbs stretch across the trail, beyond the sidewalk and hang above the middle of the road. “That tree ...

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A Night Out on the Town

Shortlisted for Contest #8 ⭐️

“Everything okay, mister?” The patrolman aimed his flashlight directly at me. I swallowed hard and shielded my eyes. There was no satisfactory way to explain why anybody would be on the streets of Oakhill at 11:45 at night. “Fine, officer.” “Out a bit late, aren’t you?” “Yes, sir. Just enjoying the fresh air.” A weak first attempt. “Fresh air, huh?”  “The AC is broken back home.” I held my breath. The blinding light dropped to the ground in front of my feet. No one could blame a man for seeking escape from a stale apartment in this heat...

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A lake in the middle of a forest

Submitted to Contest #8

  I remember Anna, she told me about the lake in the middle of a forest which was in the middle of our busy town.  The Forest Lush green and scary It was Pete, Anna’s brother, a little boy of ten, with a fancy hat and chirpy smile, who walked out of his home, when their parents started to yell for the fourth time that day. Anna told me that she stayed back at the school library for a history class project. Pete walked ten minutes then paused and looked around in an attempt to remember the way. He wanted to trace the steps, retrace ...

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The Pirates!

Submitted to Contest #8

There were once two pirates, the first pirate was named William. William and his crew were not traditional pirates, they always tried to do what is right, thus earning the name “Williams Willful” across the side of their ship. Penelope was the second pirate, everyone on her ship “Penelope’s Prestige” were the meanest and most dishonest bunch of sea rats the world had ever seen. One of the good things about Penelope’s crew, however, was that they were extremely loyal to her. Being that William was a good man, most people would wonder as to wh...

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Midnight After Halloween

Submitted to Contest #8

  It was past midnight and I couldn't sleep. I looked at the half open window of my bedroom. A good run doesn't sound so bad right now. Maybe it'll tire me out and help me sleep.  I swung my legs over the bed. I exchanged my PJs for sportswear. I was ready in three minutes. But I still needed my earbuds, I thought as I turned— I screamed. I hadn't heard the stranger in the clown mask crawling in through my window. There was a stranger in my bedroom! Luckily, I kept a bat underneath my bed. Just in case....

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I, Florida Man

Submitted to Contest #8

There are a few moments in one’s life where you are offered the opportunity to really reflect on the choices you make and how they affect your current standing, be it good or bad, thin or flush. While I am not one to, as a rule, externalize the circumstances that lead to a particular destination I can say with full honesty of thought that this is not my fault. How then, you might ask yourself, my dear reader, did you come to find yourself stark naked, standing in a swamp, holding your severed thumb in a plastic sandwich bag in one hand ...

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Owl Hollow

Submitted to Contest #8

 It was supposed to be the perfect vacation with me and my wife, Susanna. Something to get us away from the house...away from civilization. Up in the mountains, far from the tentacles of that soul sucking, hate filled shit-show we call New York City. We traveled south, to the smokey mountains of Tennessee, our destination being a log cabin that in a secluded clearing on the edge of a small lake. Along the way, my car, a 2005 Volkswagen Jetta, had decided to stop working. “Didn’t you check it before we left?” Susanna had asked. I tried t...

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The Death and Life of Moisha David

Submitted to Contest #8

"Moisha, keep close, don't stray too far," his father, Yosef David, said."I won't, Papa. Just going next door to the barber shop to visit my friend, Uri."Moisha and his father worked at the bakery in the Warsaw ghetto in Poland. His mother, along with all the other women, had been deported to a different settlement camp last month. Currently, the ghetto numbered about 60,000 Jews squeezed into a one square mile area.Entering Able's Barber Shop, Moisha was alarmed to see about thirty men jammed into the room, all armed with handguns, knives, ...

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Where?

Submitted to Contest #8

“Ni, Khun och!”“What?”My head felt like a wasp’s nest, large, noisy and thumping with activity. The man was not happy; He was pointing to the bus's door; It seemed a light year away in the distance. “Where am I?He grunted, I was none the wiser, and in no state to push this any further. Wobbling to my feet and making my way juddering to the front. There were no other passengers, no luggage.“Did I have a bag? Must have?”Turning, “Bag?”A shrug was the answer, he glared as I peered at the back seat. The reason for his unfriendly behaviour b...

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