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`The midday sun loomed over the ancient Roman city of Jerash. Other boys and girls on the trip marched in crowds, their class dean, Salma, trotting behind them, but Adam hung back. The sun scarred the acne beneath his pubescent mustache.
A history teacher from an American university walking them through the ancient city and explaining its engineering wonders to these boarding school kids did no...
“WE’RE HERE!!!” Syria cheered. Arisu covered her ears, and tried to keep her body from melting in the heat. Syria was not helping. She leaped out of the car and did a horrible dance on the sidewalk. Arisu was too hot to laugh at her older sister. She carefully got out of the car, gingerly stepping on the scorching asphalt. She winced. Syria stopped. “What’s the matter, Mermaid? Is the desert too hot for you?” she sneered...
“Lizzy!” Momma shouted at me. I was running out into the field. All four legs at max speed. The wind was pushing against my face and the wheat was barely getting caught in my fur. I was running to the forest, which Momma always said wasn’t safe.
The forests are separated into two, the wildlife, and the big tall animals. I can’t remember what these animals are called, but they only have two legs and wear ...
For the umpteenth time Rev decided to choose the path less travelled, or so she hoped. Down the road and around the corner there was a pathway that one day, she had to meander down, just to see. See what? She had no clue, but these mystery walkways disappearing into the woods, were always a draw. Forever and a day, random side adventures captured her imagination, interest, and curiosity. Today’s scene reflected ...
I always hated outdoorsy stuff; nature hikes, fishing and especially camping. Why bother going out into the middle of nowhere when you can have all you ever wanted in the city? Besides, there’s Wi-Fi. My friends disagree, of course. They tell me I need to be outdoors once in a while.
“It’ll do you some good to escape from the screens you keep staring at all day.”
The weather had been frightful the night prior, leaving basements flooded and denizens in a snare. Rue was not spared: her basement was less flooded than her neighbors, but still a nuisance.
In the early morning, Rue quickly rushed to the basement with cement and tools in tow. Her plan: to seal any leaks she sees. In hand were a three inch steel pointed trowel, a bag filled with cement, a gallon of water, and an ...
It must have been a mottle of sunlight that woke me. I lifted my head and looked around. The sun had just risen above the mountains on the other side of the fjord, and the light was fighting its way through the trees above me. The day before, from the water, the sides of the fjord had looked steep and inaccessible—just raw rock walls with the occasional stand of trees poking out of a rocky ledge. But I’d somehow found a hidden lair. My sleeping spot was nestled in a tiny inlet between sheer walls, on nearly flat ground next to a creek tha...
Warning: This story contains an instance of strong language.
The castle at Elvia sat on a small rise on the east edge of the city, with a good view over the approaching road from Teraditha. It guarded the east gate into the city, joining the high walls seamlessly by the work of master stonemasons. To the south, the clear sea glittered in the sunlight, giving the impression of summer despite the chill air....
Flowers Film and FloodsThe Mesa Verde plateau, a sunny day, a girlfriend, a camping van, a camera -- and fields of wildflowers. The perfect day, the perfect place, and the perfect vacation. While Susan sat in the van reading and enjoying herself, I ran happily around the fields with my macro lens, taking pictures of all the different flowers. I had my pocket guide and my photo log with the will to annotate every single photograph. In the matter of a morning, I amassed several hundred Kodachro...
It had been a week since they arrived. Selena was lying on some fur pelts on the ground, looking up at the clouds. Vinicius, the name of the man who changed her, had made a small camp for them in one section of the woods. According to what he said, he had brought her to her new home, somewhere between New Zealand, Australia, and New Caledonia. She had tried to walk further inland. Only to be stopped by him telling her no...
The woods look warm, and inviting. The sun streams through the trees and shines through onto the fallen leaves and pine needles. It looks as if the forest is glowing, or on fire. Past the glowing trees and the squirrels weaving in and out of the tree tops, there is a creek, and well, beyond the creek? Beyond the creek is dangerous, and unknown.
This is what Fay sees as she looks off the deck of her grandparent...
The ad did say “must love dogs” but I expected common house pets, not actual wolves. As I pushed through the gate and fumbled with my luggage, two of the animals hung back, eyeballing me. A third was right at the gate with his huge white ears alert and his raggedy tail wagging. He looked me square in the eye and gave me what seemed like a mischievous grin. Smiling, I dropped my stuff to give ...
When Witney first came home, she dived straight under the bed. There, she spent her first three months in her new home. The new Mommy and Daddy she adopted were big, loud, and sometimes scary. They took good care of Witney, made sure she had plenty of food and water available if she needed it. Witney's sandbox was cleaned, daily. Witney's needs were well met and taken care of. The environment was just new and she was unf...
Clever men in lab coats and suits were certain that nothing could go wrong. Smarter women behind them were tired of telling them otherwise.
The Enormous Halcyon Collider, younger brother of the LHC, had been converted into a chrono gate. People who didn’t have Doctor Who and Stargate boxed sets of DVDs just called it a time door.
It was time to turn it on. 10:00 someone’s standard ti...
RUNNING WITH WOLVES
By ANTHONY J. COVAL JR.
Zaira wandered quite a few miles from the village. It was quite dark, but the moonlight was enough to make roving about at night possible, but certainly not advisable. She sought a rare herb exhibiting phosphorescent properties and its soft nighttime radiance made it ...
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