Daughter of Peace_The Butcher in the mist_No Matter What_Eclectician
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Daughter of Peace
Emerald green eyes did not blink as it looked at Danielle. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem to have eyelids. It had hair made of coniferous needles. As she watched the needles thinned, looking more and more like real hair but pine green.“This is worse than my worst nightmares,” Danielle said to herself.When it spoke, its voice was the crunch of heavy feet on dry leaves and the moan of the wind in the branches.“Carson.” It spoke, looking at Danielle, who had volunteered to see it up close. Everyone was ready to attack it. She had begged them for caution.“Sorry?” she asked.“What's it saying?” ask...
The Butcher in the mist
The man who is known as the butcher was not loved by his neighbors, the only encounter he has with people is those who come to his shop and order sliced ham or lean meat. The butcher was an odd man some people might say.On a cloudy day, there was a knock on the butcher’s front door, he opened it only to discover a small girl with two braids and a white floral dress with small daisies on it, she did not move nor did she make any sound, she stood there and stared at him. The man comes around her holding out his hand only to see the butcher’s hand was full of blood. The man introduced himself as...
No Matter What
When the lumber yard of Boston Harbor was in sight, Adoniram Douglass felt completely overjoyed. Three months of traveling by sea and he and his son, Cully, would be in the colonies in a matter of hours.Leaving Ireland was not easy. Especially during such a time as this. Rumors of revolution were in the air, and even breathing a word of agreement or complwww.onedoor.cciance with the American "rebels" was grounds for arrest, beating, and hanging.He and Cully had come to escape the violence. Adoniram was a hard-working man whom violence seemed to follow like an agitated bee. First there was the misunderstand...
Eclectician
I guess you've already noticed by the tags on my story that my preferred genres have not been nominated. To have labeled this short story fiction, science fiction, fantasy or anything alluding to the fact that this story is false would be to lie. As a person, I would consider myself a character of good character. That is strictly my opinion. There are a lot of people who do not like me who will testify against my good character (and perjure themselves in the process). This story is to be about a character (which is me) exploring their religious or spiritual identity. It fits in well with me be...