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Escape chapter 3A
“Hey, Bill,” Detective Steve Tower said when Bill answered the phone, “the girl’s story seems to check out. I’ll dig into it a little further, though. Family disappeared a couple of weeks ago according to housekeeping at the extended stay. Nobody had reported it, though and so we weren’t looking.”
By L. Lane Bailey5 years ago in Humans
Gone the Tides of Earth
In shelter of the forest I best ably tend her maladies. We are within a sort of alcove that once was a cultivated bower, the surrounding trees very tall and canopy thick, permeable only in gaps to effervescent moonlight. The stars out, shine bright and blue in dense bunches of clusters, air cold and clear.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Humans
Gone the Tides of Earth
Knelt at the edge of morass, I nestle beside the girl and below aside the hanging tree. The ground is matted over and boggy, stuck in the muck clumps of contents that were once a portfolio scattered. Merely only the top parchment is not ruined, yet remains damp, browned just like the rest.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Humans
Gone the Tides of Earth
Below furrowed hills, in the creeks of the ruinous town were the pickled corpses of soldiers, citizens; the heads bobbed like rotting fish, stench of those floating dead indescribable. Every one of the faces was upturned and projected over the surface, mouths bloated, purple, ears swollen bulbous, eyes raw, cracked and red, puffed to an acute degree. Those of all sets shone vacant - glossed over in perpetuity - staring up and away into the depressed canopy, at nothing, in the green wood.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Humans
Sprung Mind for Spring
As long as I can recall winter has been too long, too dreary, too cold, and too depressing. (Dreading it still isn't enough to move me from Western New York.) When the first tulips peek out of the dead grass, and the skunk cabbage carpets the edges of the creek, I begin to come alive again. Hope restored! Life is worth living!!! Open the windows!!!!
By Katherine Fries5 years ago in Humans
End of Season
He had come back to the city of his youth almost on impulse. A dare of memory to see if it still existed. Maybe it was to see if it ever actually existed in the way he had once remembered. He had thought of the city every day when he had been in the combat zone. It was his way of coping, he figured.
By Joseph Grant5 years ago in Humans
The Tail of Three
Chapter One It was Millzy’s fifteenth birthday (or Zane as we call him now), and on Millzy’s birthday we would always set off on an adventure ever since we were kids. Three of us would head out and not be back until the sun had gone down. There was me Scotty, Millzy, and J.P. Millzy’s birthday is the 8th August, so the height of summer. This day in particular was a blazing hot day with no clouds in the sky. This day will forever change my life.
By Sean Checkley5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
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By Jelly B Birthmark Beauté5 years ago in Humans
Saving Terry the Octopus.
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, two young individuals settled into their home. Sky was thin. On this winter’s day, they were rather cold, had trouble fighting the winter’s low temps on their own, and took to roaming around the apartment wrapped in a thick blanket. They wore the knitted slippers Fern made them last Christmas. The slippers were wool. They were blue and gray and thicker than any sock.
By Skyler Shipman5 years ago in Humans
Gone the Tides of Earth
By auspice of the crone, I wake next morning at first light - sound of a distant bell erupting into the room, thrice chimed, empyrean, metallic and ponderous over the village, out upon the bay, dawn rays flitting onto the terraces. For a short while silence resumes thereafter, peaceful in its ere regnant holy beauty - two minutes past the short abrupt noise hammers out, again in glory of reverberating trifecta. Whence soon it tolls anew - that loudest, foulest, unholiest of alarms - I am by then quite awake; then peals a last as if for a measure of reassurance, in series of three vindictive, tinnitus-inducing strikes.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Humans
