Stories tagged “mountains”

  • Gathering a little moss

    I woke up in Fezia. That surprised me, for I had slept, shivering in the lee of my dead horse, in the certain knowledge that my travelling days had come to and abrupt and unfortunate ending. My room was carved directly from the native rock, with a seam...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Today's The Day...

    There comes a time in everyone’s life where you have to retrace your steps and work out exactly how things went so horribly, terribly, irreparably wrong. Dylan knew exactly where this had occurred. It had started with the words, “Let’...

  • The Outbreak

    Mary Wake up A moan Mary A louder moan What is it Carl I couldn’t believe Carl was up this late, disturbing my sleep. There was only 3 more hours before I had to be at work. “Carl honey its late go back to sleep.” -“Mary it ha...

  • The Test Of Trees

    Drove far past where the roads turned to gravel, then dirt. Parked by a tall tree with bright leaves, flanked by a twisted spruce with dead red needles. Put one mountain peak at my back, a beckoning finger raised, and mark another in the distance. A sh...

  • His Choice

    He crouches down on the rock, surveys the landscape as best he can. He tells me that I should enjoy the view – someday my eyes will turn this into the haze of colors that he can barely see. As he stands I take his arm, guiding the old man careful...

  • The Mountains

    They were vast and blue and the tops of them white as purity. To feel the crunch of the rock beneath the boots – to grasp the clear waters that weaved through and down. And he could feel the cold air in his lungs; with each long breath he gathere...

    • Author: isabear
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Chopper Babe Loses Hog

    The Tucson sun dropped beneath a vista of spiny cacti and craggy rocks when Marisa reached the base of Mount Lemmon. The Harley carried her many miles down the Catalina highway, but the fuel gauge still read a white bar or two. She gazed up at the remo...

  • Mountains and canyons.

    The mountains were beautiful. They looked as if someone had taken great care to make them perfect. Like they had carved them, painted them and placed them as carefully as they could. Every cave and crevasse, every streak and shadow, was purposefully do...

    • Author: MissMay.
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Untitled Poem #8

    You and I always travel under the cover of night, letting the midnight winds caress our skin that, just hours ago, baked in the sweltering sun. We roll the sunroof back and we watch the stars blink on, mesmerized by what mysteries lie beyond our field...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Expatriate's Lament

    A sigh for the countryside, green in the morn, Of the endless abundance of wheat and of corn. Memory hopes for a glimpse of the fields, Where the old Carolina our sustenance yields. Think of the mountains, the Blue Ridges east, And the Rockies far w...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • The Best Part of Me (Day 17)

    Apartment-sized chunks of rocks broke from the main continent above us with a groan. I tensed, not there was anything I could really do if they fell on top of us, but exhaled in relief anyway when they fell past us to the earth far below. “Nothin...

  • Internal

    Neither a good or a bad thing, But I can see the grease seeking through. It’s about time you took care of that. But instead of what most people do, I’ll offer my assistance. But also, let me admit that I don’t really get along with my...

  • A Blue Ridge Memory

    The shadow races across the blue ridge Sitting on the stone wall, lost in each other Not a care in the world for that moment As the sun cast it’s shadow Little did they know of the future An omen of things to come The smile that used to give such...