Daniel A. Pope II
Bio
I'm a big kid at heart and enjoy fictional stories where teenagers are the main characters and have to 'Save the Day'. I write poems and short stories recreationally and now I would like to share stories with anyone that can find comfort.
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Sarah Who?
The sound of gunfire echoed through the empty streets as Sarah darted between abandoned cars. her heart pounding in her chest. She had been on the run for what felt like an eternity, pursued by shadowy figures who seemed to know her every move. She had no idea why they were after her, or even who they were. All she knew was that she had to keep moving, continue hiding, and above all else, keep her identity a secret.
By Daniel A. Pope II3 years ago in Fiction
Weekend Making Memories
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. This isn't the typical cabin found on Airbnb that you plug into your GPS and it takes you directly to the front steps. No, this is the type of cabin that you have to remember the landmarks that your mother vaguely mentioned before the condescending comments about your failed marriage and after questioning your parenting skills. Have to love mothers, am I right? Even so, she believed that Emilia and I should get away from what's becoming our norm as of late and spend some quality bonding time. Just two girls taking a road trip to my late Aunt Helen's cabin in hopes of finding a smidgen of inner peace and some much needed clarity; well at least I could use some of that. Her directions were overly simplistic at least. "Veer right at the fork after heading down a bit on Turner Creek." Mother uttered as she scratched it down on a napkin. "If you pass the red rooster on the left, you've gone too far." She added. "Look for trail marker #113 and follow that all the way and you'll see the mouth of the creek open up on the right and boom! You're there!" She concluded with an exclamation point. I asked her why she couldn't just text this to me and she answered with dramatic hesitation, "I felt as if I was drawing you a treasure map and once you arrived, well 'X' marks the spot!" What a drama queen.
By Daniel A. Pope II3 years ago in Fiction
