Stories tagged “mud”

  • Ginger: Tunnel to Nowhere

    The tunnel was dark and damp, carved out of the wet compacted black soil twenty yards underground. About a yard and a half from floor to ceiling. As best I could approximate, it ran in a straight line northeast and continued beyond the range of the lig...

    • Author: uselessness
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Magistra Vellini

    I walked swiftly down the street. It was the same street I’d walked a million times over, but never with such fear. Train had offered to come with me, but I’d declined. It was a place I had to go alone. I hadn’t spoken to her in year...

  • Killer Klowns – Brain Dead Zombies!

    “Come one, come all.” “For it may be your only chance, to witness the amazing and the thrilling show.” “Come and see the Klowns.” As the ring master shouted to the crowd; standing tall on a small ladder. “Look over there Alyssa; it seems...

  • Killer Klowns – Brain Dead Zombies! Part II (Mature)

    “Why the fuck does this shit always happen to me.” “Fuck you Markus.” “Last time I shall ever trust you and your damn dates.” “You can have fun spending time foundling your own darn nuts for now on.” Alyssa was walking in the forest,...

  • Ginger: So Very Much More

    Slowly my eyes adjusted to the sunlight. The warm rays shone down into the room through a porthole in the ceiling. We were in some sort of pantry. The walls were lined with shelves containing jar after jar of incredible-smelling foods. Suddenly I remem...

    • Author: uselessness
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Ginger: A Clean Start

    The washroom, like the pantry, was illuminated from above by natural sunlight. The ceiling was much higher though, giving the room a spacious, comfortable calm. In the center was the most bewildering thing: a small pond of sorts, looking more like it b...

  • Let 'Em Keep It (Mature)

    It’s on fire. How did that happen? I walk slowly across the street, staring. My car. On fire? Makes no sense… Wait… “Those. Punks.” Standing there, laughing, pointing. Gas can by their feet. Aren’t even getting wet. ...

    • Author: White Hat
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Game is Afoot

    “What is it?” “It appears to be a footprint.” “I can see that. Surely you don’t believe it’s genuine?” “I have yet to form a conclusion. I need more data. Please hand me my instruments.” “Here. This has to be a joke of some sort. ...

    • Author: Cody Walton
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Waiting, Waiting, Summer!

    Two slabs of rubber hang suspended by chains, empty and hot under the early summer sun. A rut is worn beneath the swings and clay filled mud colors the puddles a golden hue. Time here holds still like it is waiting for something; the weeds peaking from...

  • A True Friend's Embrace-- Glow and Grow Them as the Sun Has Done

    It’s fun To wonder Under the sun Until the day is done It feels right to welcome What becomes the night Turning on not a light bulb Only letting palpable Fretting dissolve Naturally like the earth revolves Actually alive enough to evolve And all ...

  • My View of The Funeral

    This was probably the smallest funeral I’ve been to. We crossed the pool deck and I waited for Jojo to pull our her mockingly bright rainbow umbrella out of the house in order for us to not get completely soaked. We made our way outside, and I co...

  • Fighting Dirty

    With a boyish giggle, Sam took a few running steps and jumped. He put his feet together and came down in the middle of a puddle, sending out a large splash of muddy water. “What the hell?” Sam turned to the shocked face on his wife Alexis. Before s...