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Adventure Short Stories – Page 25 of 569

The Meeting

Submitted to Contest #286

The meeting was held at the San Sebastian National Trust Public and Private Meeting Facility Room. The sign above the door stated this and I was still a bit fuzzy in trying to put all of those words in context. The afternoon turtle hangover-remedy stuffing my insides created a lethargy that put the fluorescent lighting of the hallways into a venue that could not be on some Caribbean island but maybe somewhere in the Midwest. The night’s blackness outside the tinted windows isolated my thinking even more in mixing up my geographical fix. I ha...

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$526.41

Submitted to Contest #286

     “Don’t forget your paycheck!” Will’s manager called from the back room as Will clocked out of the hardware store he worked at. He went behind the desk and picked up the legal envelope that contained his current life savings. As he stepped onto the sidewalk of late-night Rocky Springs, Wyoming- the small city he resided in- he ripped open the envelope and did a double take of the amount.      $526.41?! he thought, sighing slightly.      Will was 18, fres...

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Into The Unknown

Submitted to Contest #286

Growing up in a caste system where it is difficult to pursue your dreams because of the concrete social structure has been tough. The only way out of the physical labor working class is through education. So, each year during my primary and secondary schooling, I studied hard to get the very best marks. Without scoring high on primary school exams, there would be no moving on to secondary school. I just had to put in my best effort. I didn’t have a choice where I was born or who my parents would be, but am honored to be the oldest son, Rafae...

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Wilder Kirkland

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Wilder gripped the stern taffrail and stood firm in his decision. A stray wind caught the few strands of his black hair that had fallen free of the sailors braid, which tightly shackled the rest above the loose linen shirt that billowed over his bare chest. His knuckles were white and unyielding against the timber that rumbled under his grip; the railing undulating with every wave that cut around the impressive ship. Across the rising and falling seascape, he could still make out the shadowed line on the horizon that was his homeland. He had...

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The True Freemen of America

Submitted to Contest #286

The concrete bridge of the six-lane highway towered over Peter, casting deep, dark shadows. Its enormous pillars passed him by as he ambled toward his new life, grinning from ear to ear. Walking beneath the bridge was like crossing into another world—a world of darkness and freedom.A man sat hunched over upon the angled rise at the edge of the bridge, concealed in the shadows, his green hoodie pulled up from beneath a rough-hewn denim jacket. Peter climbed the rise, dragging his suitcase with him, and sat beside him, relaxing against the wal...

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Gregitchi's Dream

Submitted to Contest #286

"I've been having the dream again." "What is it honey?" Gregitichi roled over to the sound of his lovely wife. "Gale, I dreamt I was an egg again." Galitchi furrowed her fluffy white face. Her long ears bent forward. She did that when she pretended to understand what she was hearing. "The egg dream," she echoed. Maybe he hadn't mentioned it, maybe he was getting old. Maybe she'd forgotten. They were both getting old. Gregitchi ran his hand over her fuzzy bent ear. "The egg dream, where I die and return as an egg." "I would miss you," Ga...

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The Lost Man

Submitted to Contest #285

"I think I’m lost."  What does it feel like to be a person who doesn’t bother anyone, quietly and peacefully walks to his favorite world-famous coffee shop, and suddenly instead sees in front of him some small, unfamiliar W.T. Grant store from which The Eagles’ songs are heard?Confused, I looked around at the thin crowd of purposefully hurrying people. To say that I was surprised would be putting it mildly. The people dressed strangely in low-rise and flared jeans; women wore dresses over jeans and Juicy Couture tracksuits with colorful...

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Tony Saves Us All

Submitted to Contest #285

If someone were to ask you, “What happened on Y2K?” You’d probably say, “Nothing.” But that’s only because you don’t remember. You don’t remember that the first time it came around it destroyed humanity. You don’t remember the love between a boy and his friend. You don’t remember, because for you it never happened.  If it hadn’t been for Herman I would have been happy to sit back and watch Y2K burn the world to the ground.   My name’s Tony. I’m a Speak & Spell. I was one of the first to roll out with the new line in ‘78. I...

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Ancient Villages Beneath the Waves - Voyages of the Destiny's Dreams

Submitted to Contest #285

The story of the submerged village under the sea was in the journals from the 1800s found in the lighthouse keeper's house in the attic.The first page of one of the journals began, “Journal Entry 78 - I, Anya, the Storyteller of the Blue Lantern, am writing this beneath the towering sails of the clipper ship Destiny’s Dreams. We are anchored off the coast of what they call California near a large bay. The events I describe are real.”A flat rock rested near the journal that showed a carving of a small boy playing with a dog. A dusty lantern w...

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The Beginning of of KP's First Adventure

Submitted to Contest #285

KP couldn’t believe the adventure she was about to go on. She practically skipped the entire way home. A real life adventure! The world seemed to practically sparkle. Was this really happening? The only hurdle was convincing Lydia Ann. KP tried to focus on the path ahead, and ignore the feeling of needing to glance back. To confirm that she hadn’t imagined Shane, that the butterfly woman hadn’t disappeared. That her dream hadn’t fluttered away from reality on yellow wings. The sudden thought filled KP with such fear that she f...

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LOVE ACROSS TIMELINES

Submitted to Contest #285

The flickering neon sign of the "Time & Tide" bar cast an eerie glow on Elara's face. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside her. Tonight, she was taking a leap into the unknown, a desperate gamble to save the future. Elara, a renowned chrono-archaeologist, had stumbled upon a chilling discovery: a catastrophic event, a "temporal fracture," was about to shatter the very fabric of time, erasing the 21st century from existence. The only way to prevent this cataclysm was to travel back to 1990, the year the frac...

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The Canoe and the Rock

Submitted to Contest #285

I remember a time I should have listened to my intuition… It was July 10, 2004, a Saturday. The Saturday after my best run ever, just a 5k (3.2 miles) but under 30 minutes. Twenty years ago, now, but some days it seems like I can bring up the memory like yesterday. Other days, it is so distant I can’t even see my sweet Golden Retriever, Quincy. Harper’s Ferry Maryland was hot that day, well, July on the East coast always is. Humid, sticky and a perfect day for being on the water. Except I did not want to go. Quick sidenote, Harper’s Ferry Ma...

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The Tour Guide

Submitted to Contest #285

A woman sat on the edge of the far too narrow bed with her coat zipped up to her chin. Her weight molded a divet into the weak mattress and the pleated comforter became heavily wrinkled. Her dour eyes wandered about the smallish room. Compared to the average hotel room, the room was quite barren. There was a bed that was pushed into a corner, an arched lamp sat on top of a nightstand, a humming space heater, and an overstuffed carry-on. The heater struggled as it sputtered out a broken hymn of heat. As of now, only the right side of the...

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The 4 leaf clover club

Submitted to Contest #285

This is how I remember the story as I read it in the local newspaper. I was twelve at the time and wished it had happen to me and my friends. My mother kept the article on our fridge’s door for a while because she always says that nothing ever happens in this town. The sky is darkening by the minutes, they have to shout to hear themselves as the wind is picking up. “You sure it’s in there?” shout Sarah to her best friends. “I don’t know, but we have to find out!”says Matt looking at the two other friends standing over their bicycle in front ...

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Flume of Doom

Submitted to Contest #285

Content warning: Strong language The infamous' Flume of Doom' is like an enormous roof gutter running north to south through Utah, channeling summer run-off from the Wasatch Range.    And here you are, with your girl, Debbie, and best friend, Kirk, peering down at the rushing water. This is the entry point for daredevils and idiots. And you, sir, are no daredevil.    This is where you and your friends might be cutting your little road trip short because you're about to stand on the brink of uncertainty...

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