Series
JACK OF DIAMONDS
Chernetsov wiped the tears from his eyes and sat back down in his chair. He was looking at where the dirt and soot rubbed against the sides of the buildings, all the way down to the distant river--like a line slowly descending and melting into the distance. The skies were clear, and he didn't know if that was good or bad. He could see the tops of several ships masts, looking like thin spindles because of the distance. With sprit and spars and rolled canvas sails tight, he followed the rise and fall of ships hulls along with the steady rhythm of the current. Everything was soon lost as the morning light came in through the window. He could see steady black clouds of soot rising up from steel hulled, twin funnelled cargo ships who'd soon enough be raising anchor and plying their trade along the Atlantic lanes.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
California Heist
Trinity rounded up the children in before care, instigating a makeshift karate class. Directing everyone through the different poses, she demonstrated what she learned in her class so the others could follow along. She took her role as instructor very seriously, commanding respect and obedience. Distracted by the next move, she didn’t notice as her younger sister, Tamara, and Adrianna stealthily crept away from the group.
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Fiction
A Tale Of Two Cities: Sydney's Second Chance 1
Lucie walked along the shoreline, picking up seashells. This was her favorite place to come when she wanted to remember Charles. He had been taken away from her in the prime of life, suddenly gone in the wake of a devastating epidemic, leaving his heartbroken wife and children to go on without him.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
A Tale Of Two Cities: Sydney's Second Chance 2
The man now known as Simon Collins cleared his throat, then mustered up his nerve and knocked on the door. For a long time, there was no answer, and he wondered whether he'd come at a bad time. He was just about to lose his nerve and walk away when the door was opened by a boy of about ten with dark hair and eyes.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
