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The Frozen Pond Five
“You are right, Leroy. We will talk about work first, but this conversation isn’t over by a long shot. You can’t come up to me and confess your love for me like this, knowing that we have a dangerous job to do. What are you even thinking about?” Tazi asked.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
4. Timing is Everything.
As the weeks went by William, or as he now felt comfortable responding to, Phileas, took to his role as cook quite well. He had never really cooked before and had only helped his mother in the difficult months after his father’s death. He never allowed himself to like his crew mates, despite their obvious warming to him. In his mind they liked Phileas, in his heart he would always be William and never forget, or forgive, his mother’s murder. But he found it hard. The crew looked after him well and were keen to teach him their trade.
By Simon Curtis3 years ago in Fiction
2. Going Under
William had found it hard but had adjusted to life in the cold of the small coastal village, through this was nothing to the cold of his exceptionally distant grandfather. His matter of fact directness lacked warmth and no matter what he tried, nothing could crack the old man’s resolution. He never smiled, passed on a positive word or offered any kind of friendly acknowledgement. William’s mother explained that it wasn’t his fault, he was always like that. He felt comfortable with the distance. It didn’t stop the boy trying.
By Simon Curtis3 years ago in Fiction
Home from home
The woman whose clothes were pristine in their presentation despite the countless repairs and obvious signs of excessive wear grabbed hold of the young boy and dragged him towards the roadside. They each carried a small bundle, she paused for a second to tuck her hair under her shawl as the rain began to fall, she flashed a sad smile as she dragged him sobbing along the road.
By Simon Curtis3 years ago in Fiction
The Magical Brush
Once upon a time, there was a poor boy named Ma Liang. He was born smart and liked to draw pictures. When he went to the hill to gather wood, he would break off a branch and draw pictures on the hillside. To the river cutting grass, with grass roots dipped in the river in the river painting; When I got home, I took a piece of charcoal and painted in the yard.
By Jeannette Harris3 years ago in Fiction
Game of Thrones
“A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone.” One of the many famous quotes from Game of Thrones, this one by Tyrion Lannister. Now, just in case you are one of those who have never seen Game of Thrones (and it is possible, not everybody is obsessed like me!)Tyrion Lannister is one of the main characters who actually survives formal series one right through to series eight. Tyrion is the youngest child of Lord Tywin Lannister and younger brother to twins Cersei and Jamie. He is a dwarf who uses his wit and intelligence to overcome the many ‘prejudices’ that follow him. Tyrion’s mother died giving birth to him, a fact which his father and sister never forgives him for (as if it was Tyrion’s fault!).
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 years ago in Fiction
Where Do The Ducks Go?
Comedy "The news says the temperature is supposed to get negative ten again this week." Mother says while fixing a small plate with a tiny sandwich, "No, Pickle Mom." from the other side of the table, just out of sight. She replies, "Ok, sweetie."
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Vengeance in Mycenae
The time has come to avenge my daughter's death. The trireme with Agamemnon's flags lingered outside to the harbor until the tide could help them in. Now, the entire polis of Mycenae seems to hold its collective breath. From my position on the palace's upper veranda, I can see the people below pausing, just a moment, to consider the incoming ship. They invariably look up towards the palace, then continue on their ways. I can't see their facial expressions. Perhaps some are planning to align themselves with their estranged king.
By Deanna Cassidy3 years ago in Fiction
Sir Humphry Loves Anna
July 27, 1826 My dearest aunt, I wrote you at length, in my entry of July 10, news of Sir Humphry Davy. His visit to our estate was, as reported, most delightful. He has not been well having suffered a mild incident of apoplexy. He wished he might have visited you in Blackcastle but was concerned the journey would prove too taxing. I am sure he enjoyed the short summer rides throughout County Longford. Like yours, our countryside is so very verdant this time of year. This letter is a separate epistle for reasons that will become apparent. I would ask that you destroy it for the benefit of Anna’s memory and more importantly, for Charles Henry.
By Alexander J. Cameron3 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Pond Part Four
Another knock on Tazi’s front door came, and when she got up to answer, she mentally shut down the thoughts that she was having so vividly about Leroy. Upon opening the front door to greet whoever was there, her breath caught in her throat when she saw that it was Leroy.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Where you and I, will grow.
The dawn arose at the stroke of seven in the morning, and the clouds of yesterday started to vanish. I could feel the moisture in the atmosphere, as I sat upon the grass gazing at the flower pot near the side of my house, with marigold flowers blooming from the soil inside the pot. As I looked at the flowers starting to truly blossom, I noticed how the sky wasn’t shrouded by the storm clouds, and my heart started to rejoice as my skin was touched by the gentle rays of the sun. The veil over the heavens had dispersed, and the day seemed all the clearer. Though the ground was damp from the pouring rain of yesterday, I seemed to enjoy sitting in it as I soaked up the summer sun early in the morning.
By Jordan Zuniga3 years ago in Fiction