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Southbound Chapter 2
All day there is the vastness of swaying wildgrass and the constant wind. Birds sometimes scatter and flit about the flora black and dartlike and suddenly gone as if mere visions. Sometime past noon she spies a line of trucks moving east. A flatbed eighteen-wheeler flanked ahead and behind by large pickups. She spies rifle barrels poking from the windows and armed men resting in the truck beds.
By Cyber_Noot4 years ago in Fiction
New Normal
Part 1 October 16th, 2019 Pop. My mother swiftly snatched two slices of toast out from the toaster; the kitchen smelled divine. She wasn’t usually as anal about breakfast preparation as she was this morning, but, my father was home later than usual today and would be joining us at the table so, it must be perfect. I understood. My father is a very important man. He is a state senator. Strong. Powerful. Maybe a little abrasive, but he always knew what to do in time of need. He was the voice of reason and a trustworthy one at that.
By Lowen Anthony (she/her)4 years ago in Fiction
Night Watch
As I stand on the back deck looking out into the forrest, I find myself yearning to be amongst the trees, running without a care in the world. It seems as if I was a carefree child doing just that not so long ago. I have lost all semblence of time and realize as I am avoiding the throng of people inside my home, that I don't even know what the date is definitively. It must be the twentieth or so of January. Considering today was the funeral of my parents and they died the evening of my eighteenth birthday which was the fifteenth it seems about right. I sigh and take a deep breath of the cold January air, my eyes scanning the trees that overtake the back yard. I see the yellow eyes floating in the impending darkness night brings. We are obviously not strangers to wild life around our home but something about those golden yellow eyes shining in the night like a beacon has me transfixed, it has me wondering if that barn owl perched high in the trees sees my silver glowing eyes in the same way. I hear the sliding door before I smell the fruity perfume that follows my best friend Twyla around. She links her arm through mine and stands there silently looking out into the forrest with me. Always amazing at being present where words aren't needed, and I love her for it. "Im okay, Twyla, I promise. I just needed a minute away from all the people who are here to put themselves at ease rather than to support their supposed favourite peoples' daughter." I said. And I meant it, other than Twyla, since the sheriff showed up at the door to crumble my whole world, not one of those people reached out to me, to see if I was okay, to see if I needed something or someone. It was all just so... fake. The only person I cared to see was the lawyer, and only because he told me that once the lunch died down we would discuss the wills my parents had written just six months prior. Twyla squeezed my arm and looked over at me. "Kiana, I know this is hard, I know these people being here is just a slap in the face to you. But, I am here, always here girl. You aren't alone I promise!" she says, and I know she means it. I nod and squeeze her hand. "Well, shall we get back in their and close this shit show down?" I ask her with a wink. She laughs and we make our way back into the tall, rustic, beautiful A-frame I spent my whole life growing up in. I miss the huge deck off the back almost instanly once I am inside and all eyes are on me. I have had enough though, it is time for this circus to wrap up. "Thank you everyone, for coming today to pay your respects to my parents Jane and Steven. I know they would have been so happy to know so many people cared so much for them. I appreciate it so much, however now I must begin with the preparations for where we go from here." I say loudly, hoping that my little speech came across clear enough that these people understand that I am telling them to get the hell out. Twyla stands to my right and gives my arm a squeeze and when I look up there is a line of people with their jackets and bags all waiting to hug me and tell me how sorry they are for my loss. It's sickening really, but I paste the fake smile on my face and feel the effects of doing so all day long. shit show down?" I ask her with a wink. She laughs and we make our way back into the tall, rustic, beautiful A-frame I spent my whole life growing up in. I miss the huge deck off the back almost instantly once I am inside and all eyes are on me. I have had enough though, it is time for this circus to wrap up. "Thank you everyone, for coming today to pay your respects to my parents Jane and Steven. I know they would have been so happy to know so many people cared so much for them. I appreciate it so much, however now I must begin with the preparations for where we go from here." I say loudly, hoping that my little speech came across clear enough that these people understand that I am telling them to get the hell out. Twyla stands to my right and gives my arm a squeeze and when I look up there is a line of people with their jackets and bags all waiting to hug me and tell me how sorry they are for my loss. It's sickening really, but I paste the fake smile on my face and feel the effects of doing so all day long. shit show down?" I ask her with a wink. She laughs and we make our way back into the tall, rustic, beautiful A-frame I spent my whole life growing up in. I miss the huge deck off the back almost instantly once I am inside and all eyes are on me. I have had enough though, it is time for this circus to wrap up. "Thank you everyone, for coming today to pay your respects to my parents Jane and Steven. I know they would have been so happy to know so many people cared so much for them. I appreciate it so much, however now I must begin with the preparations for where we go from here." I say loudly, hoping that my little speech came across clear enough that these people understand that I am telling them to get the hell out. Twyla stands to my right and gives my arm a squeeze and when I look up there is a line of people with their jackets and bags all waiting to hug me and tell me how sorry they are for my loss. It's sickening really, but I paste the fake smile on my face and feel the effects of doing so all day long.
By April McCoy4 years ago in Fiction
Southbound
There is no quickness to the end of all things. The woman seen crouching at the fire in the flatlands of a place known as Oklahoma watches the dark beyond the rim of firelight as if it would bring something deadly, something inhuman, yet she expected nothing more than another person.
By Cyber_Noot4 years ago in Fiction
Unforgiven
"Breaking News: Inmate Jake Foster has escaped from the United States Penitentiary in Victorville. Foster was charged with the murder of his wife and two children. Foster is 6 ft 5 in, 220 pounds, black hair, and brown eyes. If you see anyone that fits this description, don't hesitate to get in touch with your local authorities..." tv starts to slowly fade in the background as the director of the FBI shuts off the tv.
By Ricardo Caraballo 4 years ago in Fiction
Hallo of legand
As the enraptured Ichabod fancied all this, and as he rolled his great green eyes over the fat meadow lands, the rich fields of wheat, of rye, of buckwheat, and Indian corn, and the orchards burdened with ruddy fruit, which surrounded the warm tenement of Van Tassel, his heart yearned after the damsel who was to inherit these domains, and his imagination expanded with the idea, how they might be readily turned into cash, and the money invested in immense tracts of wild land, and shingle palaces in the wilderness. Nay, his busy fancy already realized his hopes, and presented to him the blooming Katrina, with a whole family of children, mounted on the top of a wagon loaded with household trumpery, with pots and kettles dangling beneath; and he beheld himself bestriding a pacing mare, with a colt at her heels, setting out for Kentucky, Tennessee,--or the Lord knows where! When he entered the house, the conquest of his heart was complete. It was one of those spacious farmhouses, with high- ridged but lowly sloping roofs, built in the style handed down from the first Dutch settlers; the low projecting eaves forming a piazza along the front, capable of being closed up in bad weather. Under this were hung flails, harness, various utensils of husbandry, and nets for fishing in the neighboring river. Benches were built along the sides for summer use; and a great spinning-wheel at one end, and a churn at the other, showed the various uses to which this important porch might be devoted. From this piazza the wondering Ichabod entered the hall, which formed the centre of the mansion, and the place of usual residence. Here rows of resplendent pewter, ranged on a long dresser, dazzled his eyes. In one corner stood a huge bag of wool, ready to be spun; in another, a quantity of linsey-woolsey just from the loom; ears of Indian corn, and strings of dried apples and peaches, hung in gay festoons along the walls, mingled with the gaud of red peppers; and a door left ajar gave him a peep into the best parlor, where the clawfooted chairs and dark mahogany tables shone like mirrors; andirons,
By rampravesh4 years ago in Fiction
Nightlife
The trees swayed in a gentle breeze, caressing her skin with its cool touch. Serena breathed deeply, absorbing the tranquility of the woods around her. Nature always had a magical quality, a soothing touch. The natural environment could soothe and heal the soul. Crickets chirped their summer song in the swaying grass, adding to the calming evening ambiance.
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Fiction
