Deen Mohammed
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A Voyage and a filler Box . Content Warning.
A Voyage and a filler Box My mom left England when she was four on a great big passenger ship, Avila Star. German submarines sunk her on her return voyage only months later. But the Avila and her crew would give safe passage this one last time, escape from war for this family of five.
By Deen Mohammed10 months ago in BookClub
Marine to the finish of the Globe . Content Warning.
Marine to the finish of the Globe Brian heard about the end of the world by chance. The two military officers - one with an eagle pin and the other with some stars - were whispering in a doorway. This was 15 minutes before the hurriedly called press conference in Detroit's city hall.
By Deen Mohammed10 months ago in BookClub
Final Opportunity . Content Warning.
Final Opportunity The mahogany canoe battled against an ebbing tide, barely making progress in the last thirty minutes. Junnu watched from atop a dune on the little island as a pelican dove headfirst into the water with a splash not far from the gunwale. The briny smell of ocean air washed over him pleasantly. Ten oars, five on either side, pulled powerfully by select hands from his father’s navy. Still, they struggled. A rogue wave crashing hard against the side nearly tipped it over. The small craft righted itself with a quick flash of amber light, a puff of smoke, and this. Junnu knew Alif, this father’s Vizier, must be onboard.
By Deen Mohammed10 months ago in BookClub
Informed. Content Warning.
Informed Jax could feel all six of his legs buckling under the weight of the hundreds of pairs of horrified eyes staring at him in shocked silence. The weekly meeting was usually a boring affair where personal grievances were aired and gossip was exchanged, but every now and then someone had some exciting news about food. Today Jax was that someone, and the rest of the colony listened joyful anticipation until he mentioned the location of the new food source he’d discovered. He knew that part wouldn’t go over well, but he didn’t expect this. He probably should have.
By Deen Mohammed10 months ago in BookClub
Time is what you take . Content Warning.
Time is what you take As I went outside, my day continued to be greeted by the stench of burned wood and smoke. There was no relief, and we all had to endure the devastation. This warm day, however, brought an end to the season of wet snow and windy times with a promise of hopeful new beginnings. Spring was a welcome moment in the village as each one had suffered the ruins of the winter months. I stepped back, put on my well-worn layers of cotton clothing and pulled a weighted shawl over my shoulders. Looking out the bright transparent window, I could only envision pots of geraniums and the gardens of my favorite daisies blooming all along the pathway of this mill building. I didn't pay attention to the obvious rubble in the distance of the homes that had been destroyed by fire in the dead of winter. The topic of the day was who was responsible for the chaos and why. In addition to the weather cursing our means of subsistence, the thieves were seeking to seize what was not theirs. It was an unforeseen moment in time when the heavy hand of fate came by fire. At the midnight hour, the barn was fully engulfed in flames. We were not prepared. I heard the heavy sound of footsteps and a door slam. It was my father, and he shouted, “Liz, help your mother!” My words were screams as I saw him leave the house and attempt to pull a cart away from the inferno, but his sleeve caught fire. He smashed his arm on the ground attempting to put it out. It was horrifying when I saw him, but I turned and helped my mother escape the burning horror. As the smoke billowed around us, each one screaming for help, a thug reached his arm across my waist, pulling me over and I lost my balance. His face was obscured by the darkness as the fire burned in the distance. I did not hesitate, reached down, grabbed a brick and smacked him in the chin on his way to pinning me down. I sprang up and whacked him again. He fell and groaned, but did not see that I had grabbed my Brown Bess and was now pointing it at him. Screaming and shouting with abandon, I told him to “Leave! NOW!” He held his hands up knowing that I was in charge. I fired a shot at his feet, and he turned and ran.
By Deen Mohammed10 months ago in BookClub
The Merciful Robber. Content Warning.
The Merciful Robber Rowland Parker arrives, uninvited, at the Ainstock Christmas dinner. Lord and Lady Ainstock don't exactly adore Lord Wilchester's second son, but it doesn't smell like a Shakespearean tragedy. True, Lord Wilchester still felt aggrieved by losing his coveted EID MAR Roman coin to Lord Ainstock in a card game fifteen years ago, but that’s as far as it went. They were made of better stuff than Italian nobility and declined to try to kill each other for sport or vengeance.
By Deen Mohammed10 months ago in BookClub
Drink Immortality . Content Warning.
Drink Immortality Mr. Johnson, a widower millionaire living in Manhattan, led a simple yet stressful life. He was a generous individual who took pleasure in assisting the poor. Mr. Johnson had a kind heart but feared the possibility that upon his death, his children would have a disagreement over the distribution of his property, as they hated each other.
By Deen Mohammed10 months ago in BookClub
The log cabin in the give adoration . Content Warning.
The log cabin in the give adoration The lonely Mesa De Blanco wilderness was once more plunged into darkness as the sun began to set behind the overcast, gray plateau that Ethan was hunting on. It wasn’t long ago when the already threatening sky had turned an angry, boiling, black color, and it had begun to rain down hectic sheets of bitter snowflakes and tiny shards of stinging ice. In an effort to locate any trace of the animal he was currently stalking, he frantically squinted around him. The fact that the trail appeared to wind around the trees in the sparsely forested areas after he had discovered some spoor of the massive beast some distance back surprised him a little. It seemed to go straight to the snowline of Mount Blanco. He was aware that its den must be close by. The majority of people would have described the wilderness surrounding White Mesa as breathtaking, serene, or beautiful. But right now, in this bitter cold, he thought it might be better described as stark, bone-chilling, or bleak. This particular piece of God's good Earth had been seen by Ethan numerous times before, as had its trails, cliffs, streams, and woods. It was referred to affectionately by most of the people in Ethan’s profession as ‘Greenhorn’s Grave.’ He had not visited this region of the Southwest in a very long time, and for good reason. The land was inhospitable and there was little game. When Ethan was last at the trading post selling his furs, the people of Mesa Pueblo had approached him and told him that they had been afflicted by a huge ghost cat for three and a half weeks and that going out at night was the worst thing he could do. Apparently, not soon after the last full moon, the livestock around the sleepy village of Mesa Pueblo started going missing. Large animals. There were holes ripped through fences, and large tufts of white fur caught sticking to barbwire, but no bodies were left behind. The rumored pink-glimmering eyes of the phantom cat began to be claimed by those who saw it wandering around outside of town. Within a week, it had begun targeting children, despite its love of killing livestock. Poor children who strayed too far were frequently taken from them, especially at night. There was very little blood. Apparently, the giant wild cat was taking all of this food back to its lair to eat the majority of it and leaving nothing behind. It was the largest animal any of the people had ever seen, even larger than a grizzly in size, but only short glimpses had ever been seen of it so far. There was no noise made when it attacked, not even from its victims.
By Deen Mohammed10 months ago in BookClub
Worship Crosswise Point Line . Content Warning.
Worship Crosswise Point Line Elara's face was illuminated by the eerie glow of the "Time & Tide" bar's flickering neon sign. The storm inside her was reflected in the rain hitting the windows. Tonight, she was taking a leap into the unknown, a desperate gamble to save the future.
By Deen Mohammed10 months ago in BookClub
Memories gone to Gold . Content Warning.
Memories gone to Gold The sun’s rays beamed over the black luxury limousine, sand stirring up near the wheels as it pursued through the boiling desert. Sounds of music rang through the large car–briskly followed by the buzz of the station changing.
By Deen Mohammed10 months ago in BookClub
The Mature chap with the canal . Content Warning.
The Mature chap with the canal I remember the summer I turned twelve, the summer that changed me forever. It was the summer I met Old Man Jenkins, the summer I learned to love the river, and the summer I discovered the secrets it held.
By Deen Mohammed10 months ago in BookClub
The Visit Channel . Content Warning.
The Visit Channel A woman sat on the edge of the far too narrow bed with her coat zipped up to her chin. Her weight molded a divet into the weak mattress and the pleated comforter became heavily wrinkled. Her dour eyes wandered about the smallish room. Compared to the average hotel room, the room was quite barren.
By Deen Mohammed11 months ago in BookClub
