K.C. Keats
Bio
K.C. is from a small community on the east coast of Newfoundland, Canada, and has been writing for over twenty years.
Stories (35/0)
The Purse and Park
A light drizzle was falling as Alister left his home, grabbing his umbrella as he went through the door, nearly slipping on the black ice that had formed on his step when a scream could be heard. He looked around when a suspicious figure was running from the park entrance and Alister began his chase and stopped when he heard a faint call for help in the darkness. Turning around, he entered the park where he noticed someone lying on the ground and rushed over to the victim's side. He grabbed his phone and began to dial the police when a small hand reached up and grabbed his sleeve, looking down he looked into the blue tear streaked eyes of a young lady that had just been assaulted. Her jacket had been torn, and she gripped the remainder of the strapped that used to be her purse. He reached down and asked if she was feeling okay and offered to help her up and asked if she needed help to get to the police station when her eyes went wide with fear and he just looked at her and asked if she knew who it was and she said she didn't. Alister then looked around when he noticed a small scrap of paper on the ground next to where the girl had been laying then picking it up he noticed part of an address on it and asked the girl if she knew it and she said she didn't. He then helped the young girl back to his apartment when he asked her what she was doing in the park at this hour and she said she was meeting someone there that her friend set up for her and thought she was safe there, when he asked her if she knew the name of the person she was suppose to meet and she said she didn't when he handed her his phone her and asked her to call her.
By K.C. Keats4 months ago in Fiction
Why Me
Snowflakes drifted aimlessly in the frigid winter night as a lone figure sat on a park bench watching the children play in the snow. Snow piled up around him and he sat silently as tears made his eyes sparkle from the lone lamp post next to his bench as tears slowly rolled down his cheek, vanishing into the snow at his feet. A frigid wind blew, and he shivered wishing he had a warm place to rest his head for the night, but that was in vain, for every hostel and shelter he visited had no room. So, this lonely bench in a small park in the middle of downtown was all he could find as he pulled his jacket tighter around him to try and keep the cold out, but to no avail as his feet were like a block of ice and to try and move, only cause him more distress so he stayed where he was. Occasionally some would walk by, and they would glance his way only to pick up their pace and hurry by him, figuring that he would try and talk to them or ask for something, but he just remained motionless as his eyes followed them as they rushed away, probably to a nice warm home and meal. Closing his eyes, he thought about his family, but he could not remember them, losing contact with them when he was forced to live on the streets. Tears began to form once again as he thought of the day his own relatives told him he had to leave because they wanted to go on vacation and he could not stay, to wander the streets of an unknown city, only to end up cold and hungry on this lone park bench.
By K.C. Keats4 months ago in Families
Black Smoke
It was a chilly October morning as I woke from my slumber and quickly got dressed and my breath could be seen in the cool air. I stumble over to the firepit and poked the embers from the night before arousing a small flame as I tossed some kindling on and the fire came to life once more. After I built the fire up, I went outside my small forge to the nearby stream where I splashed cold water on my face when the sound of horses could be heard coming down the lane. When I raised my head there were four steeds standing in front of me with knights from the castle sitting tall in the saddles. One of them said something as I was standing and all I could hear was an echo from his helmet so I asked him to remove it so I could understand what he was saying. After he remove it there was a bald man looking back at me and he repeated that I had to report to the castle for the king requested my appearance and then he put his helmet back on and the four of them returned from the way they came. I sat on the bank of the stream thinking why would the king want to see me, he already had a royal blacksmith and he was the best in the land. I have been at for many years now but I didn't praise my work or anything and helped out as much as I could around the tiny village outside the castle wall.
By K.C. Keats10 months ago in Humans
Night Time Sky
Seat belt lights illuminated as the plane started to taxi down the runway as passengers settled into their seats and the flight attendant checked with the passengers and began her safety demonstration. Lily was looking out the window at the bright runway lights and the dark sky trying to see a star, this was her first time flying, especially at night and she was very excited when someone poked her in the shoulder. "Pay attention, Lily!" Isabelle said as she kept on poking her sister. "Stop it!" she yelled as the other passengers looked at her, as her face slowly turned red and he sister laughed at her. Just then a hand tapped them on the top of their heads and when they turned they saw the angry look of their brother Julien looking right at them. "Will you two behave, you're making a fool of yourselves and we haven't even taken off yet. What would Nanny and Poppy say if they saw you like this? Now turn around and see if you can behave yourselves for the rest of the flight," he said as he playfully tugged on their hair. He was the oldest of the trio and this was their first time flying down the see their grandparents by themselves. After the demonstration the plane slowly started to move, and the next thing they were all pinned to their seats as the plane thrust down the runway and lifted into the moonless night heading towards the east coast. Once the plane leveled off the flight attendant was walking down the aisle when she noticed the three young children playing in their seats. "Hello, where are your parents?" she asked and Julien looked up. "We are flying on our own," when Isabelle spoke up, "We are going to Newfoundland to see Nanny and Poppy," and Lily just look up at her with an adorable grin and nodded her head. This brought a big grin to the flight attendant's face and then she left only to return a short time later and with a big smile on her face asked the kids if they would like to see the cockpit and their faces lit right up as the flight attendant took Isabelle by the hand and led the kids down the aisle. Waiting by the door was another flight attendant who then took hold of Lily's hand and took her into the cockpit while the others waited outside with the other attendant. Julien then looked up at her and tugged on her skirt, "My name is Julien and this is my sister Isabelle, and Lily is gone with your friend. What is your name?" he asked as two sets of big brown eyes looked up at her and as she smiled, my name is Janice and my friend's name is Crystal who is with your sister." she answered and the two of them hugged her legs as the cabin door opened and Lily came out, her eyes wide and holding a small plane. "Okay, you two can go in with Crystal and I will stay here with Lily," Janice said as she took Lily's hand and the other two kids followed Crystal into the cockpit. As Julien and Isabelle went through the door, their eyes lit up as they looked at all the lights and buttons.
By K.C. Keatsabout a year ago in Families
Unusual Friends
Light danced from crystal to crystal as a lone sunbeam made its way into the cavern, dancing from one to the next, lighting up the cavern like a crystal ball as a low deep vibration could be felt in the rocks and crystals as Logos wakes from his slumber and clambers to his feet. How long was I sleeping for this time? The old dragon thought to himself as he unfolded his wings and stretched out his mighty form and growled as a cloud of smoke escaped from his nostrils as he looked towards the opening the stream of light protruded through.
By K.C. Keats2 years ago in Fiction
The Little Cabin
As the rain danced on the metal roof giving a peaceful melody as the storm passed overhead. Thunder could be heard in the distance, growing closer and closer with every clap, with the lightning illuminating the sky with an eerie glow as the lake vanished into the darkness, only to appear once again as the lightning danced across the sky once again. The wind then picked up whistling through the leaves and branches of the surrounding forest as waves lapped against the shore trying eagerly to crawl upon the rocks, only to be dragged back again as the struggle continues through the darkness as the waves are pushed back again and again. As the wind picks up, a loud clap of thunder shakes the small cabin as it trembles in the wind, as if shivering from the onslaught of the weather outside, rain pelting against the two small windows looking like tears running across the panes. Thunder clapped as the sky lit up with a thunderous crash behind the small cabin, shaking it on its foundation, and flames could be seen swirling through the onslaught of the wind and rain as a tree was struck, only to be defeated and drowned by the downpour. Smoke came from the chimney of the small cabin as a flicker of light could be seen through the window. A tired, wet, and lonely hiker had stopped to get out of the storm as he tried to light a small fire to keep warm as the sky lit up with another clap of thunder shortly following. Tired and warm now from the small fire, the hiker slowly drifted off to sleep while mother nature battled outside the small cabin through the night.
By K.C. Keats2 years ago in Earth
Authors and Creators
As I sit here looking through the various stories of the other authors and creators. I say creators cause in my own personal analogy, to become a good author you must also become a good creator. As you put the pen to paper you begin to create, creation came from a great story, the story of evolution, the story of how we came to be. As we sit and begin to read, the author has created a new adventure for the person reading it. No matter what language or where it is read, it will take each and every one of you on a different adventure. I write of my own opinion, not to try and force you to read anything you do not want to, my goal as an author or creator is to take you on an adventure when you read the pages. Let your imagination fly as you read and get immersed into another world or universe. Many a time I turned to a good book to take me away from the troubles of today, to a place of tranquility and peace only to have to come back again ready to face the world. As an author, I want to take you to that place where you can forget about your troubles, a place where you want to be. As the internet explodes, there are more and more people looking for ways out, somewhere to go and get away and I would like to be one of those people to take you there on one of those adventures.
By K.C. Keats2 years ago in Earth
Xenos
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This was the last thing that Conrad heard as he was pushed into the airlock with only the oxygen in his suit, “Stop, I was set up by the Runners,” he shouted out, only to be ignored as the door slid shut. The runners were a small criminal band that was trying to take over the station floating in space over planet Xenos and were succeeding by setting up individuals that had some importance on the station. “Come on guys, you know I wouldn’t try and sabotage the life support, that would be crazy and insane,” Conrad protested through the airlock communications. “Sorry sir, but all evidence is pointing at you and you had the access with your clearance,” one of his former colleagues replied. “Just give me a chance to clear my name,” was the last thing Conrad said as he was sucked out by the vacuum of space when the door slid open. Floating helplessly in the vast darkness as the station floated further and further away when a crackle came over his comms, “Sir, can you hear me?” came a female voice. “If you can sir, I am coming in from under you and when I get close enough he will shoot a line to you. Do you understand what I am saying?” she asked and trying to conserve his oxygen gave a thumbs up.
By K.C. Keats2 years ago in Fiction
Valley of the Moon
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This is one of the first things they tell you as you exit the spaceport and step into the airlock, not looking behind as you clasp your helmet to your suit. A tap on your shoulder gets your attention as you turn and see your companion waving at you and pointing to the side of her helmet, and that’s when you realize you didn’t have your communications enabled yet and you flick the switch. “Well it’s about time, I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past ten minutes,” click, as you reach up and turn your radio off again not wanting to hear her at the time. You walk ahead towards the airlock door and approach the control panel, flicking on your radio again. “Agent 327 and agent 326 have arrived at the airlock and are preparing to exit the facility,” you say as you wait for a reply, listening to the static. “Agent 327 and agent 326 proceed with your operation and good luck,” was the last thing you heard when you turned and looked at agent 326. A slow hissing sound could be heard as the airlock began to release as agent 327 enter the commands into the control panel and the door released as a swirl of dust came into the chamber. Looking at each other, they gathered their equipment and began to load the rover for their trip through the valley to the other side where they were trying to establish a colony on the edge of the great forest. Since the discovery of an ecosystem on one of Jupiter’s moons over five hundred years ago, more and more people have been arriving to try and start a new life on the small one. There had been colonies starting up all around the valley, but most of them failed because they didn’t know the ecosystem and how to filter the water properly causing the settlers to die. This didn’t discourage them to stop coming and agents 326 and 327 were part of a special agency that was on J-moon X2 to keep everyone safe, but as the colonies grew the demand for cleaner water grew, and so did the corrupt organizations trying to control these very assets.
By K.C. Keats2 years ago in Fiction
Mystery Train
Waking up cold and clammy you roll from the bench of the carriage onto the floor which is covered in water from the rain pouring through the carriage window from the storm outside. Stumbling to your feet you try and close the window but it would not move as the rain stung as it hit your face and you are forced to give up. Where am I? You ask yourself as you fumble through your pockets looking for your ticket. If I'm on a train I must have a ticket you think to yourself, but find nothing but empty pockets and a key. Once again you are on the floor in the water as the carriage rocks back and forth recklessly as it goes around a turn as it's out of control or there is no one at the controls. Grabbing the handle on the door, you haul yourself to your feet only to be knocked down again, and again, every time you tried to stand. You give it one final attempt and brace yourself up against the wall, reaching for the door handle, you grab it and try to open the door which slides open and you leap into the corridor closing the door behind you. There are no windows and you can hear the howling of the wind and the rain hitting the train as you stand in the corridor trying to figure out what to do next. You walk by several cabins only to see them empty and you begin to wonder if you are the only person on board this runaway train which seems to be gaining speed with no intention to stop. As you come up on the next carriage you find that the door is locked and you reach into your pocket and retrieves the key that you had. I wonder? You think to yourself as you try the key in the door and it unlocks and you step into the next carriage and think to yourself. Am I the conductor of this train? If so, where are all the passengers and why was I in that carriage? You think to yourself. You try to remember what you were doing the day before and why you are on an out-of-control train right now? Your head starts to hurt and you can't remember a thing and just decides to keep looking for clues to this mystery you find yourself in and to see if you can figure a way out of this when you find yourself on the floor in one of the carriages once again as the train goes around another sharp turn without slowing. Getting to your feet once again, you make the decision that you have to reach the engine and see if you can slow this ticking time bomb down before you reach the end of the line, where ever it might be. It could come at any time so you do not know how much time you have and you pick up your pace when you reach the next door which is also locked, but you do not have the key on you, you must have lost it when you fell into the carriage as you turn around and head back to the place where you fell down. Looking around you can not find the key as panic starts to set in, calm down, you think to yourself and you slowly relax when you notice the key under the bench behind the leg and you reach in and grab it. Climbing back to your feet, you make your way to the locked door and when you open it, you are knocked back against the wall from the force of the wind knocking the air from your lungs. Sitting there you gasp for your breath as the rain pours in soaking you as you try to get to your feet. Peering out through the driving rain you see that there is a flat car between you and the next carriage. As you gather your strength you make a run for it, the wind and rain hit you like a wall but you bend forward and persevere, falling to your knees you start the crawl as the wind tries to knock you from the speeding train. You keep looking down and can't see anything around you cause the rain blinds you every time you try to look up, so you keep feeling your way ahead until you finally reached the next carriage. Fumbling with the key, trying not to drop it with your cold bloody fingers, you manage to get it in the lock and open the door and stumble into the dry carriage. Rolling over and laying on your back you struggle to catch your breath when you hear something at the other end of the carriage. Ripping some strips from your shirt, you bandage your fingers and struggle back to your feet. By now you are exhausted and cold and do not know how much longer you can carry on as you stumble your way to the front of the carriage and the sound you heard. Fumbling with the key in your bandaged fingers, you manage to get the door open and finally make it to the engine. "Hello, hello, is there anyone there? A voice could be heard through the radio and you reach for it and in a raspy voice, you answer. "Help, the train is out of control and I don't know how to stop it," you say as you fall to the floor and you hear a voice. "Stop simulation, that's it, folks." and then laughter could be heard from many different people as they left the building. What had just happened? You just sit down and put your head in your arm when you feel a hand on your shoulder. "You don't remember too much about your promotion party to Head conductor do you?" he said as he walked away.
By K.C. Keats2 years ago in Fiction
