Historical
The Mutinous Mule
I was a trained professional killer behind enemy lines. The lieutenant was not as convinced as the army's basic training unit that I was a well-honed fighting machine.
Alex MarkhamPublished 3 years ago in Fiction45th the Great
It's amazing how quickly your life can change. Oftentimes because of circumstances beyond your control. I remember how all this started, I was there that day when those fateful words were spoken" whatta ya have to lose?" It was the first time I went to a political rally. I didn't support any candidate yet. I knew of this guy and decided I'd hear what he had to say.
Qa'id Ali HarrisPublished 3 years ago in Fictionjack of diamonds
i Nigel closed the Bentley’s door. “Are you serious! We have a suspect right in front of us—even if we don’t know what he’s guilty of, we know he’s guilty of something—not murder, but something—and we have to leave because he accuses you of smoking opium? Opium? The worst part is, you’ve been smoking it since I met you,” Sonia said, turning to face him. “And all you can say is that didn’t go the way you’d hoped it would? My one chance to make an impression on those smug bastards, and you—you do this?”
ben woestenburgPublished 3 years ago in FictionKeepers of the Heart
August 1 2016, 9:19pm Father Del spoke to his children at the dinner table, “Our ancestors passed down tales from generation to generation, and today I share with you children the prophecy as it has been shared to me.” Father Del Harper was a tall man of medium complexion, his eyes sharp and slice right through you seeing the very depths of your self. His smile warm and violent, which fit his demeanor the way he remained cool and calm what seemed to be all the time. He stood with long lanky arms with what had to be mittens attached to them for hands the were so big and strong. He was one of the thin but unnaturally strong types.
Charles WaltonPublished 3 years ago in FictionJACK OF DIAMONDS
ii Reggie entered The Arrogant Frog, a small pub on the corner of Greek Street and Romily he knew as Charlie Sabini’s haunt of old, hoping he’d find him at his usual table. Sunlight slipped in through the drawn venetian blinds, where it scattered across a parquet floor through upturned chairs resting on tabletops. He could see dust motes floating in the bars of light as a barmaid swept the floor. The girl looked up briefly, hesitating at her chore, the broom almost stuttering before she turned, looking at the barman standing behind the counter who nodded briefly. The bottles and glasses lining the wall caught the light coming in through the blinds, reflecting diamonds of light that danced across the room. A lazy fan with one broken fin slowly spun in the shadowy depths of the timbered ceiling, a trail of cobwebs caught in its orbit as if part of the tail of a distant comet.
ben woestenburgPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe lost Prince and the tribes
The lost prince and the tribes In the 17th century, every man should honor for their clan in whatever seizes it is his responsibility to fight back whoever starts a fight it doesn't matter
Prince Alonzo Nawi Alimuddin IIIPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Thomas Code
Chapter 1 The Year- 1889 A baby born, named Thomas Prescott Jr, in the rugged backwoods of Western Virginia, would change the world. A log cabin with its dirt floor and weeping walls contained the sounds of the unattended birth process.
J. S. WadePublished 3 years ago in FictionSchool's Out
Rudy stared eagerly at the clock, watching the seconds, then minutes, tick by as the school year came to a close. The classroom was like a furnace, not only holding in heat, but seeming also to take it in through the open windows. He waited eagerly as his teacher, Mrs. Winlock, passed out the year-end reports one by one.
JACK OF DIAMONDS
i Reggie sat on the train holding the violin case as though his life depended on it; considering where he was bringing it, he thought, it could very well be true. Dressed in the only suit he owned, he hardly felt like the gentleman he was supposed to look like. Wearing a dark brown pinstripe, a colour which Claire said did nothing for him, he pulled his tie loose and looked out of the window at the slowly disappearing countryside. The lush, green rolling hills of Devon had given way to the stark industrial reality of what would soon be London. That was the moment he realized he hadn’t missed it. He shifted uneasily in his seat, his hip feeling sore because of the time he’d spent sitting in the one position.
ben woestenburgPublished 3 years ago in FictionJACK OF DIAMONDS
Chap 9 - Pt 3 (IS LOST TO ALL CONVENTION...) “Excuse me, my Lord,” Berry said, bowing low but still able to watch Sonia and Nigel standing politely at the top of the wide staircase. “It seems there’s been a complication.”
ben woestenburgPublished 3 years ago in FictionJACK OF DIAMONDS
So someone pointed out--a good friend of mine--that they didn't know what order the story parts were in because they weren't posted in a proper sequence. So I thought I'd post this little sidebar of how the story reads. I put up the first paragraph or two for each post, to help in case there's some confusion.
ben woestenburgPublished 3 years ago in FictionJACK OF DIAMONDS
Chap 7 - Pt 2 (AND THEN TWO HOURS THERE BEFORE...) Artie stepped outside, walking to the small pen on the other side of the house where he’d tied the horse up for the night. He reached into his pocket and took out the apple he picked up off the counter in the cluttered kitchen on his way out. Offering it to the horse and stroking its neck gently, he thought about what happened earlier.
ben woestenburgPublished 3 years ago in Fiction