Rylan Alexander
Stories (6/0)
It Walks on Four legs
Captain Arthur Ashford sat on his haunches beneath a tree and smoked the last of his tobacco. With his right hand he tucked a long strand of his greasy blonde locks behind his ear. He couldn't recall the last time he bothered to shave or trim his hair. It seemed the least of his worries now.
By Rylan Alexander3 years ago in Fiction
Good Neighbors
"Good fences make good neighbors." I think of that line, everyday when I wake up and walk my stretch of fence in the morning. It's an old line from an old poem, I don't remember it's author or where I found it, probably in school, it seems so salient to my life now.
By Rylan Alexander3 years ago in Fiction
The Will
It was crisp, cool morning in Paris. David Rawling was sitting at an outdoor cafe waiting for his breakfast. He had been in his lawyers office finalizing his divorce, when a call came through from France. His great aunt Inez had passed and he was the sole inheritor of her estate. David had hoped that the trip would cool the fresh sting of his failed marriage. Now the only thing to do was wait for the executor.
By Rylan Alexander3 years ago in Criminal
The Will
It was crisp, cool morning in Paris. David Rawling was sitting at an outdoor cafe waiting for his breakfast. He had been in his lawyers office finalizing his divorce, when a call came through from France. His great aunt Inez had passed and he was the sole inheritor of her estate. David had hoped that the trip would cool the fresh sting of his failed marriage. Now the only thing to do was wait for the executor.
By Rylan Alexander3 years ago in Criminal