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JACK OF DIAMONDS
(Chap 1--pt2: The Road To Mandalay...) ii Artie followed Reggie and Claire through the kitchen door, carrying an oversized crate of beets. For a moment, he thought he may have taken too much at once, and then shook his head as if in response to a silent conversation he was having with himself.
By ben woestenburg5 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
(CHAPTER 1 part 1)--THE ROAD TO MANDALAY.... Artie could see that the grounds of Mandalay Manor were kept neat, and trim. The brushes growing along the base of the foundation were all cut back from the windows--which should make for easier climbing, he reminded himself--but still, he was amazed at how the ivy always somehow managed to cling to the walls by leeching onto the masonry. He imagined the flowers lining the hedges blossomed in vivid colours of green, red, gold and purple--but they were gone now, he conceded, their season long over. The paving stones lining the circular drive were still slick with dew, the horse's flanks steaming in the morning light as Reggie slowed the cart to a regular walk.
By ben woestenburg5 years ago in Fiction
We Hope to See You Soon
“Hello, Dear. What treasures did you find this time?” Naomi asked as Josef, her husband of 62 years, tottered through the front door struggling with a large, wrapped parcel. Although glad he had a hobby, she always was relieved to see him return safely.
By Curt Newell5 years ago in Fiction
A girl and her stars
Once upon a time there was a girl. A fiery, red headed girl that gazed inquisitively into the stars. The sky was a navy sea of tiny, brightly lit, white & yellow glowing orbs. She wondered if there was more. More to life, to herself, to others and what it all meant.
By Vanessa R. Powell5 years ago in Fiction
Dormancy
Ice clinked the side of the glass. A brief singe tickled her throat before the refreshing gin bathed her tongue. She sighed. A strong cocktail for a sobering task. She sat on the bare hardwood floor in her apartment, surveying the room stuffed with forgotten parts of her life.
By Meredith Bell5 years ago in Fiction
Buying the Fairyman
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. A man traipsed his way through the brush beneath mauves, magentas, azures, and the ominous failing of the light. Stopping to check his copies of road maps and written directions with a flashlight, he mumbled through his beard: “What’s so bad about white picket fences…?” One side of it was caked in mud from a fall, the other still gleaming with cheap beard oil.
By Matthew Daniels5 years ago in Fiction
Pass it On
Glancing around the room at the seven faces of the dead on the wall, and the coffee table where cash, a notebook, and a gun lay, Dan briefly thought he’d wandered into some hitman’s apartment rather than his own. He supposed to outside eyes, the dwellings of both killers and those who track them must often look the same.
By Alyssa Gray5 years ago in Fiction
Deposits
The first week of chemo, Peter sits by you and rambles about everything and nothing for the sake of distraction. You’ve just learned about the money dumped into your bank account — twenty-thousand pounds that isn’t yours. It’s been there for two weeks, which shows how often you bother to check. The bank app labels it a deposit, but it’s a mistake.
By Owen Schaefer5 years ago in Fiction
