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Adventure Short Stories – Page 15 of 567

The Tiger's Prey

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Submitted to Contest #291

To say it had been an eventful few weeks would be the understatement of the year, if not the decade. Daredevil freelance pilot Captain James Sphinx and Misfit squadron had found the best lead imaginable to catch the notorious air pirate Yao the Dragon through smuggler queen of Shanghai herself, the mysterious “Tiger,” known to them simply as Mai - if that was even her actual name.  Sphinx had spent weeks trying to endear himself to the most dangerous woman in China, all in the hopes of getting to Yao through his own weapons supplier: No...

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All in the Big Day's Work

Submitted to Contest #291

      The garden was sumptuous this time of year. The grass was lush and green underneath the neat rows of white chairs. The trees that spotted the circumference of the field were massive and provided solid shade with their vibrant leaves. Besides the trees, a small stream winded around the left side of the field, while some rosebushes flanked the right side. Ahead and to the right was a large bed of red and purple flowers. Facing the chairs was a charming little gazebo, only big enough to hold a few people. &nb...

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Lobitos

Submitted to Contest #291

Lobitos This morning we - Johnny and Fern and I - visited the grocery store to buy milk and Plataño crisps. Sometimes on our way through the desert streets we would see real people, who were always very nullified in their behaviours. Be it the portly fishermen who painted god-fearing slogans on their beached vessels, or the grocery store hermits – the pale ‘abuelitas’ who never stepped outside the dank shade of their tiendas - everyone moved pausingly, in slow, drawn-out stages. These locals were often observed sedentary in transient places,...

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Jailbreak

Submitted to Contest #291

The cold, sterile hallway just outside of my confinement center wall made it possible to hear every footstep, growing louder as they neared me, fading as the person receded into the distance marching to whatever task they were assigned. It was impossible to know how long I’d been here. Minutes felt like days. Hours felt like months. All I knew was that it was time. What was that quote from The Shawshank Redemption - “get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’”? It was now or never. I’d spent the last several months learning the patterns and rhythms o...

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A Hole In The Wall

Submitted to Contest #291

It was a strange place in a strange location, surrounded by various industrial establishments and tattered, abandoned buildings. From the outside it didn’t look like much. The bricks were painted white and stained with dirt. Despite the relentless Florida sun, the color of the roof lingered a bright lustful red. There was a mysterious air about this particular place and unless you were looking for it, chances are you would pass right by it. There were few visible signs and at night the lights were dimly lit.  Those who were familiar wi...

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C4

Submitted to Contest #291

C4 walked into the grotto while releasing zisself from the tether, ze looked around for J, there was a lot of stuff piled over against the side of the fairly large room. Ze started unfastening bags and adding them to the rest. Voices filtered up from a corridor in the back J came into view.“Hey C4, glad you made it, has S left yet? “Not sure S, O and L are making sure everyone else gets out first, It shouldn't be long, the back wall of the pasture was about to be breached, and the roof was crashing in as well. How did you...

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Cobalt vs Cobat: why you shouldn't mess with the Blizzard King

Submitted to Contest #291

Cobalt, also known as the Blizzard King, has made a lot of people mad in the past. He has also made a lot of enemies. From Chad, the guy who tried to defeat him with a stale baguette, to Goku, the same one from the DragonBall series. But none compare to the fake version of him, Cobat.  Cobat had the desire to beat the Blizzard King in a one versus one, but had a lack of intelligence to do so. He had tried to copy Cobalt’s blue, grey and black armour, had plastic versions of Cobalt’s pitch black, heat absorbing katanas and had a snowball...

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Jack Green

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'I don't know how I got here.' A dazed and obviously confused Colin Burns weakly admitted as he gasped for breath. He surveyed the room desperately trying to piece together the tangled spider's web of his thoughts without having much luck. The tall man in the black suit wasn't convinced. Colin Burns, real name Jack Green, had pulled off the biggest diamonds heist in history and he knew exactly where he had hidden the loot and who he had double cross in the process. 'Now now Mr Burns. Your deflection won't cut it today.' The tall man shouted ...

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The Åströms' Chronicles: Attitude

Submitted to Contest #291

This story is a work of fiction with no relation to historical or cultural events, taking place in a world resembling ours—equally flawed, yet still vastly different.***Varg Åström sat on the highest cliff of the island, looking at the horizon where a tender pink sunrise was being born. He’d been coming here for decades, and the rock beneath him felt as if it had been shaped for his ass.Watching the sunrise was his favorite part of any day—Varg simply sat, letting his mind wander, thinking of nothing, inhaling the hundreds of scents the isla...

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The Spy's House sitter.

Submitted to Contest #291

It’s all coming together now: red wine (Merlot), a hand mask, a face sheet mask, popcorn, pizza, and finally, Pride and Prejudice. Elizabeth Bennet has pearls twisted into her hair, and all my pain and anxiety melt away at the sight of her. It’s silly, I know, but this comfort movie has a way of healing the wounds on my soul. I sink deeper into Sandra’s couch, letting a wave of gratitude wash over me. I’m getting paid to watch a movie at someone else’s house. Sure, I walked Pickle, fed him his kibble with the special sauce, and gave him a br...

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Anahí’s Dream: Park, Beach, and Ocean

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Chapter 1: Sleepy TimeAnahi’s tiny fingers tightly gripped her big fuzzy teddy bear as she lay curled up in her cozy small child’s bed. She was only two years old, but her father wanted her to be independent and have her own space for her toys, clothes, and most importantly...Anahí. She missed her mom and her dad. However, she mostly wanted to sleep with her mom. Her mother would change her wet and smelly diaper as well as hug her in the night. Anahí´s father slept like a rock and would not be disturbed by anything besides his wildly annoyin...

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Five Stories Deep

Submitted to Contest #291

Phillip Galleazzo, the Duke of Milan, was dreaming of a glass cage when he woke to the sound of pounding upon his bedroom door. “Your grace! Your grace!” It was Vincento, his guard captain, who suddenly burst in. “What is this about?” The Duke demanded of his most trusted subordinate. “Intruders, your grace!” Vincento gasped between hurried breaths. “Found in your storerooms. We think they’ve all fled… I chased one of them back over the wall myself.”“Intruders! In my storerooms! Did they make off with anything?”“We haven’t made a t...

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Peril in the Park: A Dad & Ollie Adventure

Submitted to Contest #291

Dad and Ollie walk hand-in-hand through the park. It’s late winter, young buds on the trees, and snow is finished for the year. It’s the first day in weeks with sun and a comfortable temperature. For most it’s a reprieve from a season of being shut in. Others, it’s routine. “Why do we always come to the park on the weekends?” asks Ollie.“Well I only get time with you on the weekends, and you like the park, the playground is great. The sun is out. You love meeting new friends.” Dad responds.“And it’s free.” Ollie answ...

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Precious

Submitted to Contest #291

I met Frodo Baggins for the first time in the emergency department waiting room. I was there to pick-up my wife Sarah at the end of her shift. He was there, I presumed, because of his arm in a sling. He was much taller than I imagined a Frodo would be. His pointed ears were the clip-on type and his gray cloak and leaf of Lorien brooch were nice movie replicas, if a little grungy. The dirt and hair on his bare feet however, were completely genuine. In one hand he held a ham sandwich, in the other a gold ring.  I sat next to him because ...

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And the Winner Is.....

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And the Winner Is.....  “And the winner is...” As Jacque nervously awaited the announcement, his mind wandered off to being selected as the 1921 Artisan of the Year for the city of Charleston. All of the hard work and long hours that I have dedicated to my craft, making the most beautiful furniture this side of South Carolina. My humble beginning from a small shop working side-by-side with my father would finally pay off. The pause was everlasting. Jacque thought to himself. When is he going to announce the name? Jacque mind drifted off...

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