Aaron Jones
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Mr. Talkbox
“The suspects are still at large. If you have any information regarding the whereabouts of either of these two, please call the number on the screen.” Ivan Camp sat in his living room, glancing over the day’s mail on a Saturday afternoon, while the news played on the television. “Pft… Another murder? What’s the world coming to?” he asked under his breath. “Can’t be too careful these days, even in a nicer part of town like this, apparently…” he muttered bitterly. There came a knock at the front door, and Ivan turned off the television. “Be right there!” he called, as he turned and began to make his way to the door. However, his excitable six-year-old daughter Hailey beat him to the door, excitedly pulling at the knob and opening the door. Ever the overprotective parent, Ivan blurted out. “Hey, Hailey! What have I told you about opening the door without seeing who’s there first?” he asked. His daughter giggled and rolled her blue eyes. “Don’t be silly dad. How can I see who’s there without opening the door?” she asked. Ivan sighed, admittedly at a loss. “Besides, it’s just Brooke, see?” she said, throwing the door open to reveal her best friend, Brooke Henning, a seven-year old girl who lived just next door with her parents. Brooke had blue eyes and a head of straight brunette hair, in contrast to Hailey’s head of curly blonde hair that she got from her mother.
By Aaron Jones5 years ago in Fiction
The Optician
As with most of the small towns in the world, not much out of the ordinary happened in the quaint town of Westvale. Indeed, the city itself was little more than a few rural streets dotted with residences, farms, and a few businesses and other amenities, such as a courthouse, a small hospital, and a modest police station. The ground in Westvale was fertile and green enough to grow crops, or at least enough crops for the little town to prosper, but the surrounding land out of town was more desolate. Much like the ground beneath them, the people of Westvale were a tight-knit and isolated community. Everyone knew everyone else, and they liked to keep it that way. Over the years, the people of Westvale naturally resisted change, and so it was as if the rest of the world had almost moved forward without them. Even so, the people of Westvale were happy in their own world, isolated from the bigger, more progressive cities and towns that weren’t quite so far away. And, presiding over this quaint town was Mayor Linus Redford, a slender, bespectacled middle-aged man who had been appointed as mayor of Westvale only a few months prior.
By Aaron Jones5 years ago in Fiction
