M. R. Chau
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Plutonian Shores: Part 1 The Library
Cyrus opened his eyes only to see dim lights in the distance as his boat washed up onto a beach of rough clay-like molding sand, which was hued silver but did not glow in the faint rays of the stars. As he stepped off his boat, the waters behind him erupted, engulfing the vessel, leaving him stranded on the lonely shore. His black jeans dried off well enough, but his shirt took the brunt of the backlash from the harsh waves. The ocean behind him whispered things he could not hear.
By M. R. Chau3 years ago in Fiction
Barley grass Hill
It was there still standing. Nestled upon a hill of barley grass, a barn. An aged place, built of wood from the old-growth forests of yore. High in places and low in others, with rustic paned windows, fit right into its rough, weathered look. And it was here that my family moved when I was very young.
By M. R. Chau3 years ago in Fiction