Impossibly Soft_Footprints_Sawbones Gap_The Son
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Impossibly Soft
Owen was excited. The weather forecast the previous night had for once been correct. The British winter had finally produced something other than hours and hours of disappointing drizzle and half a dozen snowflakes that ended up cold sludge moments later. Overnight a decent amount of snow had descended, covering the whole of Owen’s neighborhood in a fluffy, white blanket. So far since the thick fall there had also been no drizzle, the skies surprisingly clear and blue. Professor Owen McCloud could finally test his latest invention. Timing would be of the upmost importance. He had hypothesized ...
Footprints
It was a blustery wintery morning, and I was walking along the trail behind my house when something made me look behind me and I noticed something strange. I wasn't leaving any footprints. “What the hell?” I asked myself. This stumped me, I wasn't a small man, I should have been leaving footprints, but there were none behind me. I took a few more steps and watched, but no footprints appeared. I thought of going back to my house to see if I could figure out what was wrong, but as I lived alone, I didn’t see the point, I could think just as well out where I was as I could at home. Inste...
Sawbones Gap
I apologize for going off prompt a bit. My story does not take place in the Wild West, rather in the hills of east Kentucky, but I think you'll enjoy this disturbing tale nonetheless. The landscape of eastern Kentucky is worth seeing if you enjoy scenic places and Olive Hill is certainly as quaint as any small town can be tucked into a tidy corner of the Western Appalachian Mountains. There is a country road, simply known as Road #2 that meanders through the rolling hills until you happen on a small hamlet called Forgotten Corners just past Sawbones Gap. There is a reason why this place got...
The Son
“Speak now.” “Yes, to go, please.” He walked out of the café/bookstore/grocery store/clothing store hybrid into the rushing public, charting a path between the tall, small, male and female figures to the building just in eyesight a couple of blocks away. The bicycles on the path next to the sidewalk didn’t need to be taken into consideration since it’s only the sidewalk pedestrians walk on, and yet there is occasionally a www.onedoor.cccyclist who could not care less about any other people’s motives or lives and simply rushes through the people walking, slashing their shoulders with any object hanging from ...