Leanne Kelley
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Gold, Gold
Long ago when huge wooden ships sailed the sea and thieving pirates collected their bounty. There sailed a great ship called the Blackhorn run by the notorious Captain Cutthroat. The captain was very misguided and greedy. He believed that the only way to true happiness was to acquire all the gold he could get his filthy hands on. Now all pirates steal gold, yet all knew that no pirate should allocate that much gold, for it will drive any sane person mad. Captain Cutthroat knew this motto, but he wouldn't let a dumb theory prevent him from obtaining those precious metals. He couldn't care less for he wanted that gold, no he needed it, so there was certainly no stopping him. He would sail vast seas during terrible storms and on scorching hot days. He went through every jungle, cave, and mountain to collect the gold, cursed or not.
By Leanne Kelley4 years ago in Fiction
Flying With Angles
“Take it away, I don’t want to see it!” He said as he turned away from the wooden box his sister held. “I said take it away!” But Shelly continued to hold the box to him; “but Jacob you have to put your item in”, “I can’t. I just can’t, alright Shell!” Jacob pushed her aside and raced over the sunroom where he sat in the armchair contemplating. The sunroom was made of wood with green carpet for flooring. It had a tan cushioned bench to one wall with two armchairs nearby. The room had windows all around incept on the wall of the house. A picture of a lake scene hung on that wall over an old trunk with costumes inside. He could hear Shelly speaking with his mother in hushed tones, but what’s the point Jacob didn’t have the heart to do it. For as long as he can remember his family would make a treasure box of memorable items when someone passed on. The items were always important, they brought meaning and good memories of that person. Jacob didn’t despise the tradition or something, he just couldn’t bear to do this one. Of all the ones they did, Uncle Tuck, Great aunt Ed, his mother’s cousin Sherman, even their old dog Marlin were easy in comparison. But this was hard for him even too hard.
By Leanne Kelley4 years ago in Fiction
