Short Story About An Adventure Novels & Stories

"Once upon a time, a man wandered around a vast land, looking for a home he could call his own. He passed through icy lands, grassy fields. He encountered vicious animals that tried to rob him of his life. What he only thought of was to find that place he had seen in his dream. Those gigantic trees that could almost reach the skies. Those flocks of birds dancing around those trees. Those lions that fed on mushrooms. A land where there is peace and harmony. He travelled for some years until he reached that place as he gazed at it from the top peak of a mountain. He just flexed his lips as the word 'Zimicah' sounded from his mouth. He was ...." The little chatters from the children who sat on

Kavi's POV [Layla's POV] I was admiring my handsome man narrating his childhood adventure with puffed up chest and great enthusiasm. "...no one in our tribe was ready to cross that wooden log. But that bear cub was shouting for help from the other side. That's when I walked over that log. When I was almost halfway crossed, I idiotically looked down and realized the depth of the valley underneath me. My heart started beating so fast. But I wanted to help that cub. So I prayed to Sun and walked over the other side. That cub held onto me as soon as I picked him up. The boys were cheering when I rescued that cub. I felt so happy and proud that day. But the story didn't end of there. Because the

Could listen for hours if you made them interesting enough. "What kind of story?" I asked. "Brave one," she decided. "With Mama and Papa Ronan and you." Elara and Ronan looked at me. Through the bond I felt their curiosity. Their trust. Their love. I settled back. Pulled her onto my lap. I began speaking. "Once upon a time, three brave heroes went on a quest. They had to climb a huge mountain. Dark and scary. Where a terrible shadow beast lived." Her eyes went wide. "Scary?"

He crawled over without complaint and leaned heavily against me, resting his head on my thigh. His little hand clutched the edge of my shirt as he looked up at me with those familiar stormy gray eyes. “Tell me a story, Mama,” he whispered, voice already softening with tiredness. “A new one.” I stroked his hair, my heart swelling and breaking at the same time. “Okay, my brave boy. Once upon a time, there was a little explorer named Leo who discovered a magical garden hidden behind an old stone wall…” I told him the story slowly, describing glowing flowers that sang when touched, trees that grew candy fruits, and gentle butterflies that granted wishes.

One of the men asks, making the others laugh. "No, I plan on making this flame bigger and burning your asses so we can have a barbecue. Anyone hungry?" I ask the others as the flame grows bigger; when I pull my hand back to throw, they begin running toward the back of the cave from which they came. I throw the flame, and they scream as they run. I like having magic; I can't wait to find out what else I can do. "This isn't the last you'll hear from us," Cypress yells.

"On patrol. In the mountains east of here, the storms come down so fast you don't have time to find cover. You barely get any warning before you’re drenched." Cleo's brow furrowed. "Were you scared?" "No.” I paused. “You know what I did when the thunder came?" "What?" "I made up a story. To pass the time until it moved on." She shifted. "Can you tell one now?" Vera turned over, eyes narrowed a little as she rested her chin on her folded arms. “Of course.” I hummed, considering what would be appropriate for a four-year-old. "There was a wolf who lived on the edge of her pack's territory. She was young. Smaller than the others thought she should be, which was their mistake and not hers."

he said with a wicked wink. Amelia glared at him with an angry face. Adam started his story using the classic fairy tale style, “It’s a story that happened a long long time ago, at a far far away place. A cute, little she-wolf was cast out of her own pack because of her evil stepmother. She had no food to eat, no place to sleep. To survive, she had to steal from humans. One day, when she was chased by the shop owner of the gas station, she was hit by a car on the highway. The driver picked her up and promised to take her to the hospital, but later he just dumped her in the forest when nobody was around.

I was surely going to tell the story to my children and grandchildren for it was one for the books. It was midnight when we finally made it down and I was done. The man leapt in the air only to hit as a wolf. My dead weight was thrown on his back, burning hot with my clothes wet and cold. We ran through what I would say was a frozen ocean, miles and miles.

Micah cracked one eye open and grumbled, “Where’s my bedtime story?” Adrian scooped him up, kissed his sandy hair. “I’ll tell you one.” Zaya reached for me, sleepy and small and safe. I carried her inside, her head tucked under my chin — her soft breaths a promise that the future could be gentle, if we let it. We lay curled together in that tiny beachside cabana, the windows cracked open to let in the hush of the waves. Adrian’s voice drifted through the dark, telling the children about two wolves and two sisters and the lie that became a truth that saved them all.

I asked Jonas as I closed my laptop. “No, Don. Tell me about it?” I smirked, standing up from the chair that I had been sitting on for more than two hours, I narrated, “There was an antelope who loved adventure and liked trying new things. He told his parents he would like to see the world and enter every place possible in the jungle. His parents were proud of him, but warned him never to enter the water or the den” As I narrated, I walked from my study to my room, Jonas followed quietly, behind me.