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)
Where the Tracks End
That was some time you had last night, the last day of college and the celebration was something else, but now you are laying on a bunk, rocking gently back and forth as if you were on a train. You jump up and hit your head on the bunk above you and fall back holding your hand over your forehead cursing as you slowly roll out of the bunk. Standing, you realize that you are indeed on a speeding train as you watch the scenery flash by you in the darkness. Then turning you notice a young girl sleeping in the bunk above you and as you go to touch her she vanishes as your hand hits the empty bunk. Jumping back you end up falling back onto the bench on the other side as sweat appears on your forehead and you try to figure out what the hell just happened. Searching through your pockets you try and find a ticket to answer what is going on only to find nothing, drawing you further into this mystery you had awoken to.
By K.C. Keats2 years ago in Fiction
A Wharf Story
A cool summer breeze blew across the waters that early Saturday morning as friends and family gathered for the annual food fishery to get ready to go out on the water. A couple of wharves down an old man sat on a bench at the end of the jetty watching these young people go out in their fancy boats with their fancy fishing gear thinking of the ways it was when he was a younger fellow. Them days were different he thought to himself, it was a way of life and not some family pleasure thing the government cooked up after they canceled the fishery and took it away.
By K.C. Keats2 years ago in Families
Train to Nowhere
The crimson sky was turning a midnight blue as you woke from your slumber with a rocking motion as if you were on something that was moving and at a high rate of speed, but the last thing you remember was laying in your own bed just staring at the ceiling while the sun shone and the birds sang outside your window. Did you fall asleep? If you did, where are you know and how did you get here? The rocking continued as the darkness flew by your window, yet you could not move and get up to look out the window, but just lay there.
By K.C. Keats2 years ago in Fiction
Terror Trail
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “Did you see that?” Agatha said as they rode down the lonely pitch black road with only the lights of their bike lighting the way, “What are you going on with now Aggie?”(what her friends called her) Connie said as she slammed on her brakes with Aggie nearly missing her and crashing into a rock. “Look what you’ve done!” Aggie said as she looked at her damaged bike. “Why did you stop so fast?” she asked. All Connie could do is point behind her, when Aggie looked there was a figure standing in the window as the candle glowed brighter and extinguished. Suddenly, it was complete darkness and they couldn’t see anything. “What are we going to do?” Connie asked. CRACK a loud sound came from behind them and the girls ran when the candle in the cabin was lit again, beckoning them to go towards it as it was drawing them towards it, “Ahhh, something got me!” Connie screamed. “Be quiet, you fool, it’s only me,” Aggie said as she pulled Connie to the ground. It was eerily quiet, not a sound, not even a breeze. “We have to get out of here, let’s go to the cabin.”
By K.C. Keats2 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon of DarkWood Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Back in the early days of Darkwood, there was peace in the valley. Most of the different races got along with each other, with the dwarfs living in the different mountain ranges and the elves and other races, including the humans, all living throughout Darkwood valley.
By K.C. Keats2 years ago in Fiction
Doomed Destiny
As Danny sipped on his morning tea he looked out across the fields towards Southampton and as the fog cleared with the morning sun, he could see the four stacks of the Titanic towering above the buildings as she got ready for her maiden voyage to New York. His full name was Donald Finnigan, but everyone that knew him just called him Danny. Yesterday, he went down to the White Star Line to see about getting a job and they said they would let him know if anything came up. That evening he got a telegram saying that he had to report to the Titanic in the morning and let them know he was replacing Richard Parsons, who was in a fatal accident. That was the evening of April ninth and the Titanic was set to leave at noon the next day. So, here he was now, making his way to the docks of Southampton to start his new career.
By K.C. Keats2 years ago in Fiction
The Seed
A stranger walking through a small park somewhere at some time just finished eating a pear and tosses the core into a small vacant lot covered in leaves and carries on his way not thinking of the core he just tossed. Days go by and soon the seasons change from summer to fall, fall to winter, winter to spring and spring back to summer as we stroll through the small park once again enjoying the warm summer breeze. A little girl chases her ball down the path as a mother rests on the park bench to care for her child not knowing about the miracle happening behind her. It was the miracle of life.
By K.C. Keats3 years ago in Fiction
Pickers Point Accident
Snow has been falling all day with the temperature dropping a degree every couple of hours making everything dangerously slippery while the plows and sanders have been out all day barely able to stay ahead of the falling snow. Danny had just gotten off a long shift at the factory and was looking forward to a warm meal and a warm bed when his phone rang and an unknown number appeared on the screen,
By K.C. Keats3 years ago in Fiction
Experience or Not
Applying for a job or position at some business can be very frustrating for a person new into the field or someone just finishing high school or college. One of the first things that you see is, “How much experience do you have?” or you must have a certain number of years of experience. No wonder there are so many companies still looking for employees, they want the perfect one, someone that will jump right in and know exactly what to do and don’t need to be told. Hello, not everyone is trained or has the experience but they are willing to learn. Companies do not want to train or give anyone a chance, they want you to come in, do the job right and go home.
By K.C. Keats3 years ago in Journal
Mysterious Circumstances
Sebastian stepped out through the companies front doors and onto the sidewalk just as the sun was setting over the mountains to the west as it gave off a prism of amazing colors. Mesmerized by the beauty Sebastian just stared at the hue of colors till they faded into darkness when out of the corner of his eyes he had seen a flash of green light shoot from the mountains into the clear night sky. Intrigued by what he had just seen he ran to his car in the parking lot and sped off towards the distant mountains as fast as his little car could go.
By K.C. Keats3 years ago in Fiction
The Apple Tree
It was a warm sunny day as Amber ran up to her parents all excited for the day they had planned to visit her grandparent's farm down by the coast. As they were driving along her mother told her that her parents had just recently got some new cattle and there was a big old bull amongst them and she had to watch where she was going when she was around the animals. Amber's cousin Jenny was meeting them at the farm so the girls wouldn't be bored while their parents were busy branding the cattle. As the truck turned off the main road onto a long dusty driveway Amber noticed the big bull out in the pasture running around and further down the driveway she noticed Jenny sitting on the fence.
By K.C. Keats3 years ago in Families
Family and Friends
I don't know if I would call this a story. It's about a person that I know that has been through a great ordeal in the past while and in the recovery process is finding out who the true friends and family really are. They are known as the black sheep of the family, shunned by others for who they are or are not, they are there to help when needed but when you require help they are nowhere to be seen.
By K.C. Keats3 years ago in Families