Adam Jones
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Currently an amateur writer of the Bravely Borne Series
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Outhouse
A falcon soared regally through the air. The morning sun warmed its feathers. Banking to the left, the falcon perched on top of a decrepit, red barn. It cocked its head, detecting a noise inside. Hopping to the ledge, it peered into the dirty window. Light pierced the darkness, giving way to two figures inside. A woman brushed the blonde hair of her daughter, singing a soft melody. A shadow appeared underneath the entrance to the barn, listening to the sweet sound. After a moment, a man unlocked the door and entered the room. The woman stopped singing, giving him a disapproving look. Locking the door behind himself, the man placed two bowls of food down on the floor. He had brown hair and wore all black, a golden eye symbol on the sleeves of his jacket.
By Adam Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Outhouse
A falcon soared regally through the air. The morning sun warmed its feathers. Banking to the left, the falcon perched on top of a decrepit, red barn. It cocked its head, detecting a noise inside. Hopping to the ledge, it peered into the dirty window. Light pierced the darkness, giving way to two figures inside. A woman brushed the blonde hair of her daughter, singing a soft melody. A shadow appeared underneath the entrance to the barn, listening to the sweet sound. After a moment, a man unlocked the door and entered the room. The woman stopped singing, giving him a disapproving look. Locking the door behind himself, the man placed two bowls of food down on the floor. He had brown hair and wore all black, a golden eye symbol on the sleeves of his jacket.
By Adam Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Ruby
Fog hung over the streetlights, choking its luminance. Buildings of yesteryear were decorated with wear and broad cracks. The street was empty, except for a few people huddled over lit trash cans, trying to keep warm. A rat crawled its way across the dank ground, smelling every crevice for sustenance. A smell of grandiose, delicious cheddar cheese permeated the air, attracting it to a bag of waste outside a Tiger Tony restaurant. With glee, it snuck into the darkness behind the restaurant, seeking the treasure’s whereabouts. Locating the source, it clawed towards the prize. Unaware of its surroundings, a shadow crept into its blind spot, eyes glowing with greed. With sudden action it sprang towards the rat, the small body writhing in pain. After a few tense moments, all was still. The cat licked its paws in triumph. Unlike its prey, the cat was in tune with the environment. Temporarily stopping its cleaning, the cat zoned in on the sound of broken glass. Hurrying to see if it was danger or another target, the cat moved to the house behind the restaurant. No lights appeared on. Looking inside, two figures made their way down the hall. A man passionately kissed the neck of a woman. They laughed, lost in lust and without a care in the world. He embraced her close, whispering her name.
By Adam Jones5 years ago in Fiction
