Start your story with someone trying to read a map.
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✍️ 36 stories
“Relic Hunter” by Alex Sultan
A fool steps into the unknown. An explorer finds their way back. Vali considered herself the better of the two. She raised her map against the buffeting sands, grains rapping against the paper. Relics and scrolls shifted in her pack as she stumbled, the wind picking up. Vali covered her face with her arm, squinting at the dunes ahead, the piles of sand as tall as mountains. An endless desert. An orange sun set on the horizon.Savour the sand that stings your face, Valianne, Xqoaix spoke. She would never e...
“Latitude” by Kendall Defoe
She unfolded the map as her husband drove down the highway. “Y’know, it is a good thing that we left so early. I told you that there would be no traffic on a holiday weekend if we left on Friday and made it out of town before the sun was up.” She kept looking at the map. “Do you think that the others know what we are up to? I think that I should have called ahead before we decided to do this, but sin...
“Smooth Sailing” by Kevin Broccoli
…And in regards to the sea monster, I would like to congratulate Erasmus on losing but one leg rather than both as he battled the mighty foe. Many a man has lost several appendages fighting such creatures, but Erasmus managed to keep nearly all of us, and for that, we are most proud of him. My, doesn’t his new peg look sharp! Whittled to perfection by Antonio, to whom we are most grateful. Applause all around.
“Endling” by Ruby Bishop
Frayed around the edges, crinkled through the middle, and faded with time, dirt, and blood, the map sat next to her on the edge of the rooftop as she looked through her binoculars and kicked her feet in the hot summer wind. There had been a time when the city below bustled with life, but now there were only rotting cars, rolling fields of trash, and tornados of smog as far as the eye could see. When t...
“Directions” by James Wesikittel
Julia glared at the frozen map on her phone; the words ‘No Service’ stubbornly clung to the corner of the screen. “Dammit,” she shouted. “Where the hell is this place?” Moments later, she pulled into an old, rundown gas station. Reluctantly eyeing the peeling paint and cracked windows framing the flickering ‘open’ sign—she could almost hear her mother’s voice lecturing her about judging books by their ...
“Gretchen's Unfair Advantage” by Pako Dunwhile
Gretchen peered down at the crisp parchment paper. The title read Hector Martinez Francisco Guerrero Personality Map. Her heart swooned at the name. The rest of the document listed in color-coded sections from gray to gold. Her eyes shuffled past the colored font and underlining. Gray, blue, yellow, and gold. The Notary saw the expected glow of her eyes. “Don’t you be reading t...
“Adept of ADNI” by Minerva Noiropp
The detailed map burst into life in the centre of my mind's eye. Narrowing my focus, I zoomed in to the lowest sphere, at the base of the schematic. After all, it was where I was, blindfolded by the dark, in a room, thick and loamy, smelling of fresh tilled earth. The sphere gave off a dull sheen. A dusty citrine quarter shone at the top. To its left, my right, gleamed an olive region. Balancing that, was a deep ...
“Expectations of Growth” by Michelle Nieweg
Distant big brakes squealed, slowing tons of metal to a safe stop. The subway was not quite second nature, not quite new. Celeste puzzled at the map on the wall at the airport, a straight line representing each stop, but did the train actually move like that? One big straight line? This map was more of a symbol, she decided. She only needed to count the stops and who cares what direction it goes. She swiped her ...
“I Can't Abide By The Google” by Bobbie Candas
I was kind of dreading this trip. But it was a comment I’d suggested in a casual conversation, and then my grandma seized on it, remembered me saying it, and here we were now, doing it. Sitting in my Honda in her driveway listening to a podcast, I waited for Grandma. Finally, the door to her house swung open and my five-foot-tall granny and her three large bags emerged. She marched over to my open window and swu...
“Not Since the 1890s” by Kathryn Mofley
Maybe it was the approaching darkness, a low flashlight battery, deafening thunder, or sheer terror that blurred my vision, but the park map was unreadable. Yes, it’s December, but mine is no Christmas story.Although I’d been on this trail many times, in my panicked state of mind, a fork in the path confused me. I was being stalked, preyed upon, and hoped I’d chosen the best way forward.Only a few hours earlier, I’d been happily setting up my campsite. My husband was away on one o...
“Faces” by Rita Squalli
I opened my eyes to the sound of strong gusts of wind hammering rain against my window and my stare met my window as I saw a map drawn on the steamed up glass or so I thought. Squinting, I made out uneven lines and squares - some looking familiar while others not. I rummaged around my night stand before finding my rectangular glasses. Lifting them to my face, outlines grew clear and I examined the scrawly writing of es...
“The Map Is The Territory” by Jeremiah Benson
He was a strange-looking man with an even stranger agenda, often spending his days interrogating well-meaning pedestrians on the street. Do you believe in God? He asked. Me? Well, I’m not sure. I’ve never given it a good thought. Do you believe in God? He asked again, refusing any answer besides a clear yes or no. I believe in something, maybe not God, but something.Many were frightened to interact with the man due to his intimidating physical stature; he was shaped like a large and grotesque beetle; he even embodied the...
“Seeking Solace” by Erica Hampton
"Holly, hurry up." I scrunched up my nose at the tall birch tree next to me. It wasn't that what the tree had said was untruthful; it was just unfair. I had been staring at the same map on my phone for almost twenty minutes. But every time it looked like something new might load and finally free me from this prison, the screen would crash. That didn't make it my fault I'd be stuck wandering the woods around Lake...
“The Alaskan Olive Oil Hunt” by Choki Chocat
“Tracy….Tracy…. TRACY!!” “Sweet Jesus, what do you want?!” McKinley points to the map Tracy was holding. Daniel was leaning on a pole smoking a cigarette. Four young adults have been standing on a corner for about 5 minutes looking at a map some homeless bum just gave to them. The reason being they were looking for some olive oil, but not just any olive oil, EXTRA VIRGIN olive oil. Only quality ingredients for thes...
“Without A Map” by Sheila Wilensky
Without a Map By Sheila Wilensky I took a left on 5th Street and stumbled into the past. Another left onto 4th Avenue, strolling back through the years, I noticed that nearly every business had a closed sign in front. The buildings were constructed of wood -- not of bricks or concrete -- like today. No shiny Priuses, no yellow streetcars, or steel tracks could be seen in the c...
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