Garrison Vereen II
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I am submitting here to practice and gain experience as a fiction writer. Please, feel free to submit constructive criticism. In other words, do you care for my writing?
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The Chilling Wind (Part 1)
The early morning suns of Garrietta beam down on Agnes as she labors through the thigh-high snow blanket covering the wilderness to the far North. Each knee lift and sinking foot fall temporarily paints the picture of presence on a blank winter canvas set against a breathless, blue sky. Agnes stops just long enough to take a 360-degree survey of her surroundings, her shoulders sag with the results. She had interacted with few people in the three full cycles of Tribute since she had left "Pappa's" farm.
By Garrison Vereen II5 years ago in Fiction
The Pigknuckles
Near the town that would soon be called Thermogate lived an old farmer. Phil Pigknuckle was his name. He made his living keeping … chickens. Phil Pigknuckle was a widower, left to take care of his five daughters after his wife succumbed to the fever a few years prior. From eldest to youngest, Catherine, Agnes, Patricia, Polly and Morgan were all beautiful young ladies. Some with red hair like Phil the others with black hair like their mother. All with hazel-green eyes, as unique and beautiful as their dead mother’s. The girls would travel together all over the lands surrounding the budding new town. They would do anything to stay away from their father as much as possible.
By Garrison Vereen II5 years ago in Fiction
The Pigknuckles
The fall of the five sisters Near the town that would soon be called Thermogate lived an old farmer. Phil Pigknuckle was his name. He made his living keeping … chickens. Phil Pigknuckle was a widower, left to take care of his five daughters after his wife succumbed to the fever a few years prior. From eldest to youngest, Catherine, Agnes, Patricia, Polly, and Morgan were all beautiful young ladies. Some with red hair like Phil the others with black hair like their mother. All with hazel-green eyes, as unique and beautiful as their dead mother’s. The girls would travel together all over the lands surrounding the budding new town. They would do anything to stay away from their father.
By Garrison Vereen II5 years ago in Fiction
