Short Story on Adventure
Hanging by a thread
“Alexa Mackenzie…the name known to all in our neighborhood. You galvanize our denizens that induce a jealousy in my heart, you bees knees! “Good Bellings finally assented after denying the same point for weeks in utter envy. I placed the teacup after drinking the rest of it. “I have been singing your praises and there you are decoding an antiquated Latin text!” She hollered. “Bell, you comprehend the fact that I detest being showered with praises, don’t you?” I threw a rhetorical question at her. An awkward silence fell between us. It was disrupted soon though. I ran helter-skelter to answer the ringing phone.
“Hello, this is Alexa Goodville Mackenzie. May I know who I am speaking to?” I questioned. “Hi Miss Goodville. This is Rodger Kenyons from the department of human resources speaking. I have heard a lot about you.” A familiar voice sprung up. “Good things, I presume” I said. “Exceptional” He said. “Things were rather happy in my life till my cousin, Aldous disappeared. We were the only ones living in the house after both our parents died in an accident… and now he’s…he’s…missing.” He sympathetically bemoaned. I stood there with furrowed eyebrows, as I pitied the person. “Don’t be vexed, sir. I will find him for you. May I know where he was last seen, Sir?” I questioned. “In the Arabian desert. He had departed there for an expedition.” he replied. “I will take care of everything sir, you be relaxed.” I reassured him and hung up the phone. “Bell, my good friend lost his cousin and we have to find him. Would you be of accompaniment for me on my journey?” I asked. “Well, sure. Anything for my role-model.” She complied.
We started off the next day itself. Taking the necessities that would enable our survival on our journey was vital, as no one knew what lied ahead for us in the deepest regions of the all-time mysterious Canyon, where deaths occur one after another in an alarming rate. We did not even consider the possibility of
“Alexa Mackenzie…the name known to all in our neighborhood. You galvanize our denizens that induce a jealousy in my heart, you bees knees! “Good Bellings finally assented after denying the same point for weeks in utter envy. I placed the teacup after drinking the rest of it. “I have been singing your praises and there you are decoding an antiquated Latin text!” She hollered. “Bell, you comprehend the fact that I detest being showered with praises, don’t you?” I threw a rhetorical question at her. An awkward silence fell between us. It was disrupted soon though. I ran helter-skelter to answer the ringing phone.
“Hello, this is Alexa Goodville Mackenzie. May I know who I am speaking to?” I questioned. “Hi Miss Goodville. This is Rodger Kenyons from the department of human resources speaking. I have heard a lot about you.” A familiar voice sprung up. “Good things, I presume” I said. “Exceptional” He said. “Things were rather happy in my life till my cousin, Aldous disappeared. We were the only ones living in the house after both our parents died in an accident… and now he’s…he’s…missing.” He sympathetically bemoaned. I stood there with furrowed eyebrows, as I pitied the person. “Don’t be vexed, sir. I will find him for you. May I know where he was last seen, Sir?” I questioned. “In the Arabian desert. He had departed there for an expedition.” he replied. “I will take care of everything sir, you be relaxed.” I reassured him and hung up the phone. “Bell, my good friend lost his cousin and we have to find him. Would you be of accompaniment for me on my journey?” I asked. “Well, sure. Anything for my role-model.” She complied.
We started off the next day itself. Taking the necessities that would enable our survival on our journey was vital, as no one knew what lied ahead for us in the deepest regions of the all-time mysterious Canyon, where deaths occur one after another in an alarming rate. We did not even consider the possibility of