A bookstore_Fitz_Different Dilemas_Finding Home
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A bookstore
I had just moved to town. Exploring the streets, I came across a bookstore.The sign intrigued me, so I went in. The front counter was unmanned. And not a soul could be seen in the shop. wereI went to the first shelf of books. Wild. Indie books. Hundreds of them all printed. Opening a cover of a book titled: Bolivian Time Traveler. The book immediately impressed me with the adventure story. A writer trapped in parallel spacetime worlds. Traveling back through time to watch the end of the time of tribwww.onedoor.cculation. The author. An expat from Montana. He wrote about how he had awoken been kidnapped from...
Fitz
FITZThis was the second time tonight that he had walked into the room where Gerald had been killed.It didn’t matter that the murdered man was standing right next to him: it was just downright off-putting. He hadn’t actually seen the body; but he had seen a torn bloody sleeve on the floor in the midst of a pool of blood that no one man could survive losing. Strictly speaking; no man had.Fitz looked over to his right where Gerald was standing; looking at the spot on the floor, where he had died earlier that same evening. The enterprise bruiser usually sported a ruddy complexion on his broad face...
Different Dilemas
Story 1 Sleeping With The MoonAs I trudged down the never-ending corridor, peering at all the crooks and corners, walking slowly to my meeting with fate. With the moon hiding behind clouds I was wishing I could leave now. But it was too late. Seeing the stars all strung together gave me a wince of hope until even that was gone. The day had gone so fast and if I knew this was going to happen I would have changed every last detail. Finally, as I had the door in view my worst fears climbed to the front of my mind. “ You can do this,” I told myself quietly when really I was blocking out my main qu...
Finding Home
It was dark here, in her glade. The moon hung high above in a sky the color of dark velvet. A tiny sliver of light suspended in a sea of tiny pin pricks, like a thousand candlelight vigils in the night.She lay on her back, stretched over one of the limbs of her tree. The branch was soft and comfortable, as if molded to her back. It was summer here, the days stretching into forever but for her it was always the nights that brought her comfort, reminded her of her past and her old home far away from here and unreachable. She missed it sometimes, the world she knew, the smells of the engines an...