Russell Ormsby
Bio
Hello, let’s escape to somewhere different.
Stories (34/0)
The smell of winter.
Somewhere near the edge of a frozen pond... "You look like you’re having a lot of fun skating around on the frozen pond rabbit. Just love those pirouettes. You are so nimble the way you move on the ice, like a real snow fairy. I wish that I could move with such perfect grace.”
By Russell Ormsby 3 years ago in Fiction
The Taking of Helen.
Reincarnation. Paris Troy, an F.B.I agent who is at the moment assigned to protecting a supermodel publicly known as just 'Helen' in a witness protection program. She is currently being housed in a secret location waiting to give evidence against her estranged husband Menelaus, the head of a ruthless underworld syndicate known as Sparta.
By Russell Ormsby 3 years ago in Fiction
The Barn Ark
The sudden cold snap had forced the farmer to house his animals all together in the old barn. He breathed deep when he swung the large double doors open to allow his animals in. He always loved the smell of old hay barns. They have their own warm scent of hay, aged timber and a slight mix of bird phosphorus a distinct odour from his tractor shed which always smelled of oil and soil. The warmth from what ever stored hay was still left in this old barn was very noticeable when compared to the temperature outside.
By Russell Ormsby 3 years ago in Fiction