The Ghost of Happy Jack McGee_The child of the Gods._The Excalibur Blacksmith_Escape from the Yukon
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The Ghost of Happy Jack McGee
In central Montana, just east of the Continental Divide lies the remains of a boomtown that during the area's gold rush was abustle with merchants, a few settlers, and hopeful sourdoughs dreaming of a rich strike. Locals tell stories of one "Happy" Jack McGee, a man who left his home in Virginia for the goldfields of the California Gold Rush where he had a very successful claim that netted him a small fortune in gold nuggets. As all successful claims eventually do, his played out so he took his poke and was heading east toward home when he heard stories of gold strikes in the west of the sta...
The child of the Gods.
It was October 19th, 2024、 The dusk of night crept into the room I was in. The moonlight glistened onto all the surrounding objects in my room. I get spooked easy so I got up to turn on the light. As I stopped in my tracks exactly. I saw a brownish truck pull in my driveway. I didn’t have any family members nor did I have friends. I only had one friend which was my cat Mr. Oiyz, I stared at the truck a little longer. Without my glasses, it is hard to make out the figure of the truck. Finally, my eyes weren’t deceiving me and I could see the brand name. “UPS” Thanking the gods that it wasn’t a ...
The Excalibur Blacksmith
The vultures hovered over the corpses of Heasean soldiers in circles; it was more of a celebration dance before they enjoyed their feast. Knights, archers, spearmen, swordsmen, militia all lay dead on the ground. Heasean standard-bearers and those alive could be seen at a distance fleeing the battleground. Some on horses, some on foot. Heasea and Nazodour, the two neighboring kingdoms, had been at war for as long as the stars twinkled in the sky, and it was the umpteenth time we mighty Nazodourians had crushed our neighbors. "Arlotto!, Hey, Arlotto!""Huh!" I turned to look at the shabby blacks...
Escape from the Yukon
My first introduction to the area was during my school career. It was one of the thoughts that flashed through my mind as I surfaced on this cold, autum morning. The other was the dream I had just managed to extricate myself from - the way things were – in the days of yore. There was something missing in my life and when I reviewed how I felt – I was happy to be in the country and rough it in Nature but the modern world had disintegrated all my dreamwww.onedoor.ccs of those wonderful thoughts right there with my waking musings on life.I had spent that last many months in the Yukon completing a work on the U...