Historical
JACK OF DIAMONDS
iii Sonia woke up to the cold and damp of an overcast morning still wearing her costume from the night before. It was a moment before she realized she’d fallen asleep on top of Nigel. She lifted her head, looking at him with a critical eye before she rolled off the bed—she’d somehow slipped between Nigel and the wall—doing everything she could not to wake him as she climbed off the bed.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
Broken Beginnings Prologue-Chapter Two
Prologue: November.10.1938 There’s broken glass everywhere. The world turned upside down when we were sleeping and now our streets are covered in shards of broken glass. Businesses were destroyed, synagogues, doctors, watchmakers, all manners of stores. The Nazi’s seem to have taken the greatest pleasure in the destruction of our Synagogues!
By Michelle Renee Kidwell4 years ago in Fiction
jack of diamonds
ii Three hours later Nigel was laying on the small bed, his body wracked with pain. He was feverish, kicking the blankets down because the weight of them were burning his skin; he tried ripping his shirt off but his strength failed him, and he ended up writhing in pain one moment exposed as he was to the elements. His skin was on fire and he felt as if he was burning from the inside, out. Sonia was sitting beside him with a wooden bowl of water and a twisted rag, trying to wipe the sweat that was puddling on his skin. He wanted to push her away; he wanted to tell her that the rag she was using was tearing the flesh off his bones—that it was peeling his skin off in layers, as if he were an onion. He wanted to scream out in agony, but he couldn’t move his tongue enough to form the words he needed. He tried swatting at her hands, but she was able to push his hands aside with ease, as if he were nothing more than a child. She tried telling him to keep his voice down, and he remembered thinking he hadn’t even spoken out. And then he heard his moans somewhere in the back of his head and realized what he’d thought was in his head, was actually him crying out at the top of his lungs.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 30
Tuesday, March 16 Sally Lawrence had a way about her. Young or old, people trusted her. That was how she got in the school to get Gerald Borden. It was also how she got the names of the Bentwood children who went to the Fortner Crossing School.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 31
Wednesday, March 17 After spending the night in Beaumont as planned, Marshall and Parker were up and on the road by 9 a.m. heading west toward Houston. The Sergeant was delivering recruiting material to the office there as he worked his way toward Dallas.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
An Uncrowned King Chapter 10 Part 8
“I only wish you had displayed a little of this aggressive virtue before,” said Cyril. “You quite gave Drakovics to understand, when he first offered you the crown, that you were prepared to fall in with his views on matrimony, and he has merely been acting upon that.”
By Sydney Grier4 years ago in Fiction
An Uncrowned King Chapter 7 Part 5
“Because,” continued Cyril, “you are making exactly the same mistake as Miss O’Malachy. I believe she thinks that she can tire Caerleon out by snubbing him, and you intend to make use of the information you have gained, by dint of spying on her mother, to terrify the whole family into leaving the kingdom. Miss O’Malachy is as anxious to be out of Thracia as you are to get her out; but you had better not put that beautiful plan of yours into execution unless you want Caerleon to go after her. He will have his answer, and if you leave things to me I will arrange that he shall have it soon, so that the affair may be over.”
By Sydney Grier4 years ago in Fiction
