Three Short Stories
These are three short stories I had written a while back.
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The Lost Ship:
April 14, 1780
The bank of the river ended in a curve, it’s soft sand covered the earth, as the clear cold water rushed over it when the small waves came crushing in. The long forests stretched on and on behind the bank of sand. The sun piercing it’s green leaves blowing in the wind, it’s branches and roots old from age, but still holding up strong. There the ship lay, stuck on the bank, with an eerie mist around it, coursing across the top of the river. No flags or colors of a nation, the ship was blank. There were no ropes coming from the deck, no foot prints in the sand, nothing indicating that people had left the ship and explored. It’s sails stood still, even with the rough wind barring down onto them. The stern of the ship lay restless in the water, the bow had sunk into the sand, dividing it. The interior of the ship was filled bottom to top with crates, crates of emptiness, nothing in them. Cannons lay on each side, facing outward, but there was no gun powder or cannon balls in sight. In the very back of the intertior, lay a chest, it’s wood was rotten from time and dirt. Inside the chest, was a small piece of paper, an invitation to a tea party.
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Green Grove:
April 19, 1797
The valley went on and on, nothing but rolling hills over and over, an endless grove of lush green grass, blowing slowly in the wind as it passes over the spikey blades. Roses, and tulips scattered among the grass like patches of rainbows. The smell of honey lingered smoothly through the light air, not an animal in sight, except one. A small rabbit lay in a the grass in a hill, his eyes dead black. He lay in front of a stone carved podium with a book in it, and a glass dome protecting it. as my legs moved, the grass moved with them. Like a wave of water, the wind blew the grass back and forth. As I got closer to the podium, the rabbit darted away, abandoning the podium and it’s crystal glass dome. The ruins of once a great city lay in the fields, vines and weeds climbing up the stone walls, surrounding them, the grey of the stone barely showing. The walls surrounded the podium, an angel sat above on the highest wall, staring down at the podium with it’s sharp, keen eyes. I shifted my eyes from the angel to the book incased in the dome, the title read “Scarlet”, as I turned to walk away, I saw the rabbit below me, staring up at me, it’s whiskers moving slightly as it’s head shifts. It’s eyes locked with mine, and for the second time it darted off, to it’s briar burrow.
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Castle Courtyard:
July 14, 1790
The Castle lay silent, no lights, no noise. The moon was at it’s fullest, brightest. It’s rays of light shot all around the Castle as the darkness of midnight tried to blot it out. Dark gray clouds sulked in the sky as if they were waiting for something, waiting for a shot in the night, something to happen that wasn’t supposed to happen. A creature lurked on the highest peak of the Castle, it’s fur was thick, and brown. It’s eyes, dark red, moving swiftly across the Castle courtyard, and the Castles walls, looking for something. With each leap it took, it crossed 20 feet. The creature leaped and sprinted from peak to peak, tower to tower and wall to wall. Guarding his home, his place of rest and stress.
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Let me know what you think....
These are three short stories I had written a while back.
--
The Lost Ship:
April 14, 1780
The bank of the river ended in a curve, it’s soft sand covered the earth, as the clear cold water rushed over it when the small waves came crushing in. The long forests stretched on and on behind the bank of sand. The sun piercing it’s green leaves blowing in the wind, it’s branches and roots old from age, but still holding up strong. There the ship lay, stuck on the bank, with an eerie mist around it, coursing across the top of the river. No flags or colors of a nation, the ship was blank. There were no ropes coming from the deck, no foot prints in the sand, nothing indicating that people had left the ship and explored. It’s sails stood still, even with the rough wind barring down onto them. The stern of the ship lay restless in the water, the bow had sunk into the sand, dividing it. The interior of the ship was filled bottom to top with crates, crates of emptiness, nothing in them. Cannons lay on each side, facing outward, but there was no gun powder or cannon balls in sight. In the very back of the intertior, lay a chest, it’s wood was rotten from time and dirt. Inside the chest, was a small piece of paper, an invitation to a tea party.
--
Green Grove:
April 19, 1797
The valley went on and on, nothing but rolling hills over and over, an endless grove of lush green grass, blowing slowly in the wind as it passes over the spikey blades. Roses, and tulips scattered among the grass like patches of rainbows. The smell of honey lingered smoothly through the light air, not an animal in sight, except one. A small rabbit lay in a the grass in a hill, his eyes dead black. He lay in front of a stone carved podium with a book in it, and a glass dome protecting it. as my legs moved, the grass moved with them. Like a wave of water, the wind blew the grass back and forth. As I got closer to the podium, the rabbit darted away, abandoning the podium and it’s crystal glass dome. The ruins of once a great city lay in the fields, vines and weeds climbing up the stone walls, surrounding them, the grey of the stone barely showing. The walls surrounded the podium, an angel sat above on the highest wall, staring down at the podium with it’s sharp, keen eyes. I shifted my eyes from the angel to the book incased in the dome, the title read “Scarlet”, as I turned to walk away, I saw the rabbit below me, staring up at me, it’s whiskers moving slightly as it’s head shifts. It’s eyes locked with mine, and for the second time it darted off, to it’s briar burrow.
--
Castle Courtyard:
July 14, 1790
The Castle lay silent, no lights, no noise. The moon was at it’s fullest, brightest. It’s rays of light shot all around the Castle as the darkness of midnight tried to blot it out. Dark gray clouds sulked in the sky as if they were waiting for something, waiting for a shot in the night, something to happen that wasn’t supposed to happen. A creature lurked on the highest peak of the Castle, it’s fur was thick, and brown. It’s eyes, dark red, moving swiftly across the Castle courtyard, and the Castles walls, looking for something. With each leap it took, it crossed 20 feet. The creature leaped and sprinted from peak to peak, tower to tower and wall to wall. Guarding his home, his place of rest and stress.
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Let me know what you think....
