K.C. Keats
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K.C. is from a small community on the east coast of Newfoundland, Canada, and has been writing for over twenty years.
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Mystery Train
Waking up cold and clammy you roll from the bench of the carriage onto the floor which is covered in water from the rain pouring through the carriage window from the storm outside. Stumbling to your feet you try and close the window but it would not move as the rain stung as it hit your face and you are forced to give up. Where am I? You ask yourself as you fumble through your pockets looking for your ticket. If I'm on a train I must have a ticket you think to yourself, but find nothing but empty pockets and a key. Once again you are on the floor in the water as the carriage rocks back and forth recklessly as it goes around a turn as it's out of control or there is no one at the controls. Grabbing the handle on the door, you haul yourself to your feet only to be knocked down again, and again, every time you tried to stand. You give it one final attempt and brace yourself up against the wall, reaching for the door handle, you grab it and try to open the door which slides open and you leap into the corridor closing the door behind you. There are no windows and you can hear the howling of the wind and the rain hitting the train as you stand in the corridor trying to figure out what to do next. You walk by several cabins only to see them empty and you begin to wonder if you are the only person on board this runaway train which seems to be gaining speed with no intention to stop. As you come up on the next carriage you find that the door is locked and you reach into your pocket and retrieves the key that you had. I wonder? You think to yourself as you try the key in the door and it unlocks and you step into the next carriage and think to yourself. Am I the conductor of this train? If so, where are all the passengers and why was I in that carriage? You think to yourself. You try to remember what you were doing the day before and why you are on an out-of-control train right now? Your head starts to hurt and you can't remember a thing and just decides to keep looking for clues to this mystery you find yourself in and to see if you can figure a way out of this when you find yourself on the floor in one of the carriages once again as the train goes around another sharp turn without slowing. Getting to your feet once again, you make the decision that you have to reach the engine and see if you can slow this ticking time bomb down before you reach the end of the line, where ever it might be. It could come at any time so you do not know how much time you have and you pick up your pace when you reach the next door which is also locked, but you do not have the key on you, you must have lost it when you fell into the carriage as you turn around and head back to the place where you fell down. Looking around you can not find the key as panic starts to set in, calm down, you think to yourself and you slowly relax when you notice the key under the bench behind the leg and you reach in and grab it. Climbing back to your feet, you make your way to the locked door and when you open it, you are knocked back against the wall from the force of the wind knocking the air from your lungs. Sitting there you gasp for your breath as the rain pours in soaking you as you try to get to your feet. Peering out through the driving rain you see that there is a flat car between you and the next carriage. As you gather your strength you make a run for it, the wind and rain hit you like a wall but you bend forward and persevere, falling to your knees you start the crawl as the wind tries to knock you from the speeding train. You keep looking down and can't see anything around you cause the rain blinds you every time you try to look up, so you keep feeling your way ahead until you finally reached the next carriage. Fumbling with the key, trying not to drop it with your cold bloody fingers, you manage to get it in the lock and open the door and stumble into the dry carriage. Rolling over and laying on your back you struggle to catch your breath when you hear something at the other end of the carriage. Ripping some strips from your shirt, you bandage your fingers and struggle back to your feet. By now you are exhausted and cold and do not know how much longer you can carry on as you stumble your way to the front of the carriage and the sound you heard. Fumbling with the key in your bandaged fingers, you manage to get the door open and finally make it to the engine. "Hello, hello, is there anyone there? A voice could be heard through the radio and you reach for it and in a raspy voice, you answer. "Help, the train is out of control and I don't know how to stop it," you say as you fall to the floor and you hear a voice. "Stop simulation, that's it, folks." and then laughter could be heard from many different people as they left the building. What had just happened? You just sit down and put your head in your arm when you feel a hand on your shoulder. "You don't remember too much about your promotion party to Head conductor do you?" he said as he walked away.
By K.C. Keats3 years ago in Fiction
Where the Tracks End
That was some time you had last night, the last day of college and the celebration was something else, but now you are laying on a bunk, rocking gently back and forth as if you were on a train. You jump up and hit your head on the bunk above you and fall back holding your hand over your forehead cursing as you slowly roll out of the bunk. Standing, you realize that you are indeed on a speeding train as you watch the scenery flash by you in the darkness. Then turning you notice a young girl sleeping in the bunk above you and as you go to touch her she vanishes as your hand hits the empty bunk. Jumping back you end up falling back onto the bench on the other side as sweat appears on your forehead and you try to figure out what the hell just happened. Searching through your pockets you try and find a ticket to answer what is going on only to find nothing, drawing you further into this mystery you had awoken to.
By K.C. Keats3 years ago in Fiction
A Wharf Story
A cool summer breeze blew across the waters that early Saturday morning as friends and family gathered for the annual food fishery to get ready to go out on the water. A couple of wharves down an old man sat on a bench at the end of the jetty watching these young people go out in their fancy boats with their fancy fishing gear thinking of the ways it was when he was a younger fellow. Them days were different he thought to himself, it was a way of life and not some family pleasure thing the government cooked up after they canceled the fishery and took it away.
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Families
Train to Nowhere
The crimson sky was turning a midnight blue as you woke from your slumber with a rocking motion as if you were on something that was moving and at a high rate of speed, but the last thing you remember was laying in your own bed just staring at the ceiling while the sun shone and the birds sang outside your window. Did you fall asleep? If you did, where are you know and how did you get here? The rocking continued as the darkness flew by your window, yet you could not move and get up to look out the window, but just lay there.
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Fiction
Terror Trail
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “Did you see that?” Agatha said as they rode down the lonely pitch black road with only the lights of their bike lighting the way, “What are you going on with now Aggie?”(what her friends called her) Connie said as she slammed on her brakes with Aggie nearly missing her and crashing into a rock. “Look what you’ve done!” Aggie said as she looked at her damaged bike. “Why did you stop so fast?” she asked. All Connie could do is point behind her, when Aggie looked there was a figure standing in the window as the candle glowed brighter and extinguished. Suddenly, it was complete darkness and they couldn’t see anything. “What are we going to do?” Connie asked. CRACK a loud sound came from behind them and the girls ran when the candle in the cabin was lit again, beckoning them to go towards it as it was drawing them towards it, “Ahhh, something got me!” Connie screamed. “Be quiet, you fool, it’s only me,” Aggie said as she pulled Connie to the ground. It was eerily quiet, not a sound, not even a breeze. “We have to get out of here, let’s go to the cabin.”
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon of DarkWood Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Back in the early days of Darkwood, there was peace in the valley. Most of the different races got along with each other, with the dwarfs living in the different mountain ranges and the elves and other races, including the humans, all living throughout Darkwood valley.
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Fiction
Doomed Destiny
As Danny sipped on his morning tea he looked out across the fields towards Southampton and as the fog cleared with the morning sun, he could see the four stacks of the Titanic towering above the buildings as she got ready for her maiden voyage to New York. His full name was Donald Finnigan, but everyone that knew him just called him Danny. Yesterday, he went down to the White Star Line to see about getting a job and they said they would let him know if anything came up. That evening he got a telegram saying that he had to report to the Titanic in the morning and let them know he was replacing Richard Parsons, who was in a fatal accident. That was the evening of April ninth and the Titanic was set to leave at noon the next day. So, here he was now, making his way to the docks of Southampton to start his new career.
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Fiction
The Seed
A stranger walking through a small park somewhere at some time just finished eating a pear and tosses the core into a small vacant lot covered in leaves and carries on his way not thinking of the core he just tossed. Days go by and soon the seasons change from summer to fall, fall to winter, winter to spring and spring back to summer as we stroll through the small park once again enjoying the warm summer breeze. A little girl chases her ball down the path as a mother rests on the park bench to care for her child not knowing about the miracle happening behind her. It was the miracle of life.
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Fiction
Pickers Point Accident
Snow has been falling all day with the temperature dropping a degree every couple of hours making everything dangerously slippery while the plows and sanders have been out all day barely able to stay ahead of the falling snow. Danny had just gotten off a long shift at the factory and was looking forward to a warm meal and a warm bed when his phone rang and an unknown number appeared on the screen,
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Fiction
Experience or Not
Applying for a job or position at some business can be very frustrating for a person new into the field or someone just finishing high school or college. One of the first things that you see is, “How much experience do you have?” or you must have a certain number of years of experience. No wonder there are so many companies still looking for employees, they want the perfect one, someone that will jump right in and know exactly what to do and don’t need to be told. Hello, not everyone is trained or has the experience but they are willing to learn. Companies do not want to train or give anyone a chance, they want you to come in, do the job right and go home.
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Journal
Mysterious Circumstances
Sebastian stepped out through the companies front doors and onto the sidewalk just as the sun was setting over the mountains to the west as it gave off a prism of amazing colors. Mesmerized by the beauty Sebastian just stared at the hue of colors till they faded into darkness when out of the corner of his eyes he had seen a flash of green light shoot from the mountains into the clear night sky. Intrigued by what he had just seen he ran to his car in the parking lot and sped off towards the distant mountains as fast as his little car could go.
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Fiction
The Apple Tree
It was a warm sunny day as Amber ran up to her parents all excited for the day they had planned to visit her grandparent's farm down by the coast. As they were driving along her mother told her that her parents had just recently got some new cattle and there was a big old bull amongst them and she had to watch where she was going when she was around the animals. Amber's cousin Jenny was meeting them at the farm so the girls wouldn't be bored while their parents were busy branding the cattle. As the truck turned off the main road onto a long dusty driveway Amber noticed the big bull out in the pasture running around and further down the driveway she noticed Jenny sitting on the fence.
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Families
