A secret for generations_The Grendale Family Journal_The Elevator Revelation_Ghost of a Thief
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A secret for generations
The sky was filled with fierce streaks of red and black – billowing smoke and flames – striking fear into the hearts of those traveling in their cars. Each one wondering what was on fire.It was 1954, a very cold January, in rural central Georgia. The small community of Murphy seemed to be location of the thickening smoke, and a choking haze. Jesse Plover was down the road at a neighbor’s when he walked outside to leave and he noticed the smell and the smoke.He stopped, and looked around, and instantly, Jesse knew – that fire was coming from the church. He got in his Ford truck, and made a quic...
The Grendale Family Journal
Dear Journal,Hello! This is your first entry; how exciting! Silly me, an introduction is what I should’ve started with: hello, my name is Elli Grendale. I am 26 years old, and I have a beautiful daughter who is 4 years old. She is so smart; refuses to give up a book until she finishes it by herself, adores animals and learning about… well, practically everything! She simply soaks in information! She even chose this journal, probably drawn to the beautifully illustrated cover. I couldn’t ask for a better child to raise. Her name is Annika Kennith Grendale. After having this journal for about a ...
The Elevator Revelation
“Mom! Mom!” Dominic yelled, as he walked up the stairs into the corridor, the marble columns stood perfectly on the plinths with paintings hanging on each of them. The summer sunlight beamed into the room making the staircase look like a fashion walkway. Just before Dominic could yell again at the top of his voice, a plucky looking middle-aged lady walked in from an open door, she was wearing a ravishing gown with a carnation on her buttonhole and a pair of red stilettos, her hair was styled into a chignon, probably on her way to an occasion. A lanky but thwww.onedoor.ccick looking bald man was abreast her....
Ghost of a Thief
Without looking over my shoulder, I slunk down the suburban back road, working to appear as if I walked this way routinely. I was fighting not to leap to the right and cover the last few feet so I could hug the buildings and remain in the shadows—hopefully to drop the tail I had picked up several blocks back. Good thing I had a contingency plan in place for just such an occasion. I was also—per my usual MO—dressed in all brown/black, soft stretchy material that moved with me aiding me whether I wanted to appear as a sexy professional or stretch with me when I needed to leap up and catch a fire...