Historical
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 46
The grogginess was now gone, and Marshall was fully back to his senses. Lawrence had the pistol jammed hard into the side of his head, but the youth still knew he had to do something. He couldn’t count on anyone else saving Jenny and himself. If they did, fine. But he wasn’t about to turn the saving of his, and especially his little sister’s life, over to anyone else.
By Dan Brawner5 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
CHAPTER 20: (part 1) WHEN YOU’RE DEALING WITH A KNAVE… i “Why are there no fuckin’ lights out this way?” Reggie asked, the single beam of the torch he was carrying barely able to light a path through the warehouse. There was a threatening darkness eating at the edge of the light. “Is it too much to think they might get electricity out here sometime this century?” He shot the beam upward, trying to see into the rafters. The light was too weak, and was soon lost in the shadows.
By ben woestenburg5 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 44
Gerald saw everything from his vantage point in the alleyway. He saw Lawrence speed by toward his place, then he saw the cops head east toward the Ridge and finally, he saw Marshall’s Dad turn toward the south, right beside where he stood.
By Dan Brawner5 years ago in Fiction
The White Indian
April of 1775 In the darkness of the forest that enveloped the winding, treacherous Headstone Hill, over which many a neighbor had stalked in silence toward the sprawling 100 year old plantation, the old Greaves Estate, it was whispered that a young Indian war chief lived within those very walls. At Black Hollow, he often lingered, and was seen gliding beyond the little railway fence that barred his way, reappearing far on the other side of it without a sound. It seemed the very wind carried him in silence, leaving not a trace of his presence save for the faint half-print of a moccasin. A domesticated rascal, he had been tamed and taught to act the part of a gentlemen within the house, but the people of the wood knew better. He was nothing short of the best rifleman in all of Virginia, and certainly a mighty boast for those who lived in Woodstock, Virginia. In short, the boy had grown to be a renowned figure of the forest.
By Erica Nicolay5 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 43
“Ere they go.” Lawrence said to his Katie as he pointed at the two figures walking away from the ditched police sedan. He and his daughter had been waiting six miles south of Wynne at a village called Colt. They knew that they would be driving up from Forrest City and wanted to grab Marshall before he got to Wynne. The snow, however, had thrown a kink in their plan.
By Dan Brawner5 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 42
Barnes was playing a hunch. After talking to Lampkin and Talmadge, they had decided that once Lawrence left to come to town, the girl might have been kept there as insurance. They figured she would either be there alone or with just one of the girls, probably Sally, who they agreed was the more civil of the two.
By Dan Brawner5 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 41
“I want you to stay here tonight,” Carl told Edna. It was 6:30 and the two youngest Bentwood boys along with the two remaining girls were at the supper table with their parents. Carl knew that she wouldn’t protest with the children sitting there.
By Dan Brawner5 years ago in Fiction
jack of diamonds
ii Claire heard Artie entering the farm house shortly after four in the morning. There’d been a splash of headlights through the window and the sound of a car door slamming; she could hear him stumbling in through the kitchen door, dropping something on the table—sounding like something she might hear at the edge of a dream, she told herself—as she rolled over, looking at her alarm clock across the room.
By ben woestenburg5 years ago in Fiction
