Historical
Waving Their Futures Goodbye
There were five of them, sisters aged from fourteen down to six, and they had all stood by the gate of their Somerset farm and waved as the soldiers marched past. It had been Dora’s idea – she was the eldest – but the rest of them – Lizzie, Martha, Rebecca and Ruth – had jumped at the chance, especially as their 17-year-old brother Reuben was going to be one of the soldiers.
By John Welford3 years ago in Fiction
45th 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.
By Qa'id Ali Harris3 years ago in Fiction
jack 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?”
By ben woestenburg3 years ago in Fiction
Keepers 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.
By Charles Walton3 years ago in Fiction
JACK 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.
By ben woestenburg3 years ago in Fiction
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.
By ben woestenburg3 years ago in Fiction