Adventure Small Stories Novels & Stories

A firece gust of wind during a Gale boee 45-year-old Vittorio Louise's car into a river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window, climb out and swim to shore, where a tree blew over and killed him. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

- Later, over breakfast she explained things a little about the second time. She had caught a news item once, an old shipwreck was discovered and it triggered her into making her sole adventure in writing an erotic story, taking parts of the old trashy pulp story she read and punching it up with more erotic content. At first it was just the title, "Lady McGrady's Adventures In The Indies," about a lady who is taken by pirates off her small boat.

I quickly ran and took my father along with me and stood outside the bedroom and peeped through the side of the door. “Come and sit here with me. Let's have some fresh lemonade together.” Said Caroline sweetly. “Lemonade! That’s my favorite” Zac exclamied. My father was confused but I asked him to stay quiet and notice everything “I'll go and get it for you.” Caroline moved towards the table and looked back towards the door. I hid back all of a sudden. She noticed that nobody was standing and then looked at Zac once and smiled. Then she turned around and took out a small bottle out of her pocket which had a colorless liquid inside it. She poured it in one of the glasses and mixed it quickly.

The plot's overused and it gets rather boring as the year's progress. Zale on the other hand, found them to be rather cute. He wanted to be like them. The Princes'. Imagine having to save a Princess from a fire-breathing dragon. Or from the clutches of an evil stepmother. The action that would take place in those storylines never fails to thrill him every single time. He'd also find himself fantasizing about slaying the dragon and saving you from a tower. No matter how many times he's imagined it, he can't help but giggle at himself at the thought of you sending him a kiss for his glorious act of bravery.

They slowly squat on the floor around Grandma and Miss Mata who are talking to each other for a moment, then Miss Mata too squat herself on the floor. “Everyone, we should not be afraid of what just happened. Alright?” and everybody nodded although they were still dizzy and Miss Mata shook her head in disappointment that even she doesn’t who did this to us—to our ship. “The creatures who did this are a friend of Martes and I. So, let me introduce to you. . The Arazique of the ocean!” Grandma made her voice loud and the floating rocks in the ocean floated in the air and molded themselves into a human form but small and so chubby like a body of a chibi, so cute. Kawaii!!!

The first thing Nova learned about traveling beyond the kingdom was that it was nothing like the stories. The stories spoke of adventure. Of freedom. Of excitement. They never mentioned sore muscles. Or endless riding. Or sleeping on the ground. By the second day, Nova was beginning to suspect that storytellers were liars. "Remind me why we're doing this again?" Ava groaned. The two girls rode side by side through a narrow valley surrounded by towering cliffs. Nova smiled. "You volunteered."

Lyle's face twisted in horror as he watched Nath unbuttoned his trousers. “To be on the safe side….” Nath leaned over and snatched the phone from Lyle's weak grasp and quickly took a picture of his roommate's bare ass. He sent it to himself. He droped the phone and winked at Lyle. “A little assurance just in case you want to go broadcasting our little adventures.” “What adventure?” asked Lyle in a shaky voice. “This one,” said Nath, revealing his very long, very thick cock. “No!” “Yes, Lyle boy,” Nath said and moved closer. “I have to see how it feels. Is it as tight as a pussy? More enjoyable?”

"I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say . You have to visit them from time to time." "That's true." Meera walked with her shield on her back, pushing an occasional branch out of the way with her frog spear. Just when Bran began to think that she wasn't going to tell the story after all, she began, "Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost ce

The captain greets us with a nod and disappears below, leaving us alone. Aragorn leads me to a thick white cushions on wide loungers. A low table with chilled white wine, strawberries, a bowl of ice. He pours two glasses, hands me one. “To seeing each other,” he says. I clink. “To that.” We sit side by side, legs dangling, watching the city shrink. He tells me stories about him sneaking out at sixteen to a concert in the old quarter, getting recognized anyway because some girl screamed his name during the encore. I tell him about the time I accidentally dyed an entire batch of white roses blue because I mixed up dye packets. We laugh.

she said, ignoring my question. As we drove across the bridge, the car behind me suddenly drove past us. "See, nothing to fear," I said, a mirthful chuckle escaping my lips. Suddenly, a child darted across the road, his eyes shining in the headlights. My foot hit the brake, and my heartbeat quickened. I tried to dodge the kid, but ended up running into the woods. The world turned into a blur of crunching metal and shattering glass. The car finally came to a halt after rolling down the cliff into the lake and hitting my head so hard on a rock.