Tina Drechny
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Sweet, charming, innocent, delightful, harmless and kind to small animals
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Chapter 8: Shift in Perspective
“I suppose you think you’re pretty clever.” Jacob looked up from his mac and cheese dinner. “Clever?” Rachael sat down on the seat opposite him. The fast food restaurant was fairly empty and the few patrons were plugged into their headsets, providing them with the most privacy the campus had to offer. “Getting Conrad to put together a presentation for you, then having students do most of the talking.”
By Tina Drechny11 months ago in Fiction
Chapter 7
Jacob decided to see just how far his new found budget would stretch. Armed with nothing but his university credentials, he stepped into the campus computer store and walked up to the most expensive laptop he could find. After a moment, one of the clerks joined him.
By Tina Drechny12 months ago in Fiction
Chapter 6: Updates are in Order
Jacob stood in the middle of his lab with one hand pressed to his forehead. It had been over two weeks since he had come into work and the changes made him dizzy. Numerous students tapped away at new laptops while others wearing bright new white lab coats were carefully opening boxes with latex gloved hands to remove old manuscripts and lay them out on the work tables. A technician was installing lights overhead and a delivery company was putting together backlit tables along one wall. It was everything he could have ever wanted from the university and a dream come true for any historical preservationist.
By Tina Drechnyabout a year ago in Fiction
Chapter 5: Food for Thought
Chapter 5 Jacob woke the next morning with a stuffy head. A cramp in his back made him stir, dislodging the bible he had been reading. The couch, littered with discarded kleenex was made more lumpy than usual by the laptop pinned between him and the cushions. Uneaten take-out was perched precariously on a stack of articles on the coffee table and somewhere he could hear the muffled sound of mobile phone notifications.
By Tina Drechnyabout a year ago in Fiction
Chapter 4: This is not a warning
Jacob stared dumbfounded at the half completed citadel gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. On each of the turreted towers, banners snapped in the brisk autumn wind. Guards patrolled the crenelated battlements of the sensational castle, the only hint of a darker purpose to the otherwise romantic looking structure. Faint sounds of construction drifted on the wind to where Jacob had stationed himself on the eastern hill, now dubbed Castle View by the locals.
By Tina Drechny2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 3: Imminent Disaster
By noon Jacob’s living room was littered with open books and loose papers. So immersed in reading the material on his laptop, he didn’t hear the knocking on the door. After an interval, the door handle jiggled. Finding the door unlocked, the caller opened the door and peered in. Cautiously stepping over a book the visitor looked around in wonder.
By Tina Drechny2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 2: Break for Breakfast
“We can’t just give up our vantage point to go eat breakfast.” War argued. A mammoth of a man with broad shoulders and a dark visage, he stood nose to nose with the thin and gaunt looking Famine. Famine didn’t seem to be bothered by his brother’s intimidating build.
By Tina Drechny2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
Jacob stood at the top of a hill just outside town. As his eyes adjusted to the predawn darkness, he could see the world below him bathed in deep shadows. A cold breeze stirred tendrils of icy mist emanating from the inky lake below sending a shiver through his being. Directly across from him on a lofty hill to the east, were four riders on tremendous steeds, silhouetted in the pale light of the rising sun. They were a bit much in his opinion, overkill on the part of the university. Yes, the document mentioned riders, but he felt they were metaphorical references rather than actual beings. If anyone had asked him, Jacob would have told them the end of the world should be spectacular enough without cheap theatrics.
By Tina Drechny2 years ago in Fiction
