Grandfather's Will_Under the Surface_The Darkest of all Hours_Teracotta Flames
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Grandfather's Will
We gathered in the library; the darkest room in the ten room mansion that belonged to my grandfather. There were seven of us in all. We were strangers to each other, but we would soon learn that we shared a genealogical relationship with each other; all but one of us.The man sitting next to me was my first cousin, Bruce. He was the son of grandfather's oldest son. He was quite distinguished, and was in charge of a large shipping conglomerate in Pennsylvania. Although we never met, I knew a lot about him through stories told by my father.Bruce was considered the black sheep of the family. H...
Under the Surface
*this story contains an easter egg from previous stories*Alaina! Enough already! If I hear one more word about the Surface, you’re grounded! Now please, decontaminate.” My mother shouted. “Mama I just want to see what it’s like. We’re learning about it in school, and I’ve been in the oxygen pods my whole life, don’t you think it’s possible the Surface has clean air by now?” My mother put her fingers to her temples and rubbed in a circular motion. “Alaina your whole life is ten years. In the grand scheme of things, that’s not long at all. We have been down here www.onedoor.ccMY whole life, roughly three time...
The Darkest of all Hours
Connor’s phone vibrated. A text message from an old friend, Nathan. “We never did spend the night in the graveyard.” “Bit random,” replied Connor.“You remember though?” Nathan asked.“I remember.”Connor Hamilton and Nathan Lambert, as children, were the best of friends. The boys had often discussed how they thought it would be fun to spend the night in a graveyard. It had started when they were eleven, They knew about a graveyard not too far from school, all the kids knew about it. Everyone at school would think they were so cool if they spent the night there and Nathan would love that, Connor ...
Teracotta Flames
Teracotta FlamesThe sun rose to its highest, fixed in place staring down at the settlement isolated in grassland that seemed to reach out forever, beyond the sun. The settlement stood alone, a small island in the middle of a green sea. Large cones pointed into the sky woven out of colourful fabrics and dark leather. Strong ropes and posts prevented them from falling down. The tepees huddled together, finding comfort in their closeness, keeping the isolation of their world at bay. The community that inhabited this fabricated island were hard working folk, close to the earth. Their skin baked by...