Shane Laing
Bio
I am an aspiring writer, still learning some much in the ways of writing. Please view my official facebook page.
Stories (3/0)
Mr. Pilgrim
It was December 16, 2011. The snow plummeted down from the skies above. The roads of London were empty; wait that isn’t how I’m doing this. That just isn’t my type of story—who wants to listen to me blabber on with as many literary iterations as I possibly can? Nope, I’ve finally earned myself several pages inside a book, soppy sucker doesn’t know what he is letting himself in for. This… this is how my story will start.
By Shane Laing6 years ago in Criminal
Betrayal
It was November 21st 2001, rain splashed down around me. I was so focused on her that even the cracking of twigs among the leaf riddled ground didn’t catch my attention. She was there, waiting. For what? I did not know. I knew one thing, I was there for when things went south, I didn’t actually know her plan. I was told to wait where I cannot be seen, so I did. The leaves rustled in the trees above, the wind was growing stronger by the second.
By Shane Laing6 years ago in Criminal
The Journey to Goodbye
The sun set against the horizon, the cold should have begun to set in. Not this day. The air kept its warmth, Frank Moses watched the sun fall. Comfortably sat in his rocking chair, back and forth, he rocked. It was something of relaxation for him, utter silence tranquilized his surroundings. If not working or caring for his wife, Frank found his chair the one place to be. He could admire nature, their house sat in the center of a wide-spread field that they owned, three acres of green grass.
By Shane Laing6 years ago in Families
