Jack Wolfe Frost is the Eternal Rebel; he rebels against everything which may have the word “rules” or “behave” within it, whether explicit or implicit.
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A cow dies and what happens next ... This is a true story and I am the narrator... "Sounds interesting!"
Just a dead cow Flash Fiction
Just a dead cow.
Noon. The cow was overdue in pregnancy and becoming sick, so the farmer, my friend, called the Vet. The situation was serious, apparently the calf had died in utero and was starting to decompose, causing sepsis in the mother.
In a heart wrenching hour long ordeal, between the three of us, we managed to get the calf out, and the Vet gave the mother a huge dose of strong antibiotics. Mentally traumatic for myself, I shudder to think what the cow had gone through. W...
The train rumbles on as I stare blankly at the scenery passing before me. The train has always run along this route. Years ago it would puff great plumes of steam as it trundled along to its destination. Now, the hum of the diesel engine and it’s monotony replaces the steam.
My thoughts are elsewhere though - I know the route, so well etched from my youth. Sandy red desert, almost featureless and only distant scarred mountains to break the scenery. My mind hears the ...
Hades, who in this story is real, attempts to set matters right with other religions. It's humour, so I hope no-one is offended, I am a Christian myself. "Sounds interesting!"
Chapter 1
IMAGINE
JACK WOLFE FROST
St. Peter had now been in his usual spot at the Pearly Gates for five minutes since processing the last soul. Now, not a soul in sight. Odd, he thought. I don’t think I’ve ever known this since I’ve been here. He checked his watch; quite a long time. Over 2000 years. He frowned, looked up, looked down, looked behind him - just clouds. Nothing.I don’t know what to do....
Brad fired up his Harley and felt that deep satisfaction between his legs. Dawn. Head west. He had no idea where he was headed after that. Away from this God-damn town. I've had enough. That was good enough reason. He lived by his bike, and if needed would die by it. After all, Hells Angels don’t care fuck for rules. As he picked up speed, eighty, ninety, a hundred mph, the wind blowing through his hair, he felt the sense of pure freedom he had missed. He looked up at the still deep bluish...
I hate it. Plain, white and featureless, with just a hint of an owl. It’s a mug – a giant teacup. And I hate it. ‘She’ owns three owl mugs; two I like – though not this one. It’s big and fat; it must of greed take upmost of a gallon to fill – leaving me with nothing for my cup of tea. It knows this. Doesn’t matter how much water I put in the kettle. It feeds as a leech.
It reads my mind, and watches me, my every move...
Humour. Grim stuff, you know... It's humour. If it doesn't make you laugh, I want my money back. "Sounds interesting!"
Grim
Grim sat with his feet on his desk, reading the obituaries--making tick-marks on a sheet at his side-table, a boring but necessary task. “Brad Jones?” he said to no-one. “Who the hell is that?” That name wasn't on his checklist. Damn. That's the third this week. Why the hell are people dying when they are not supposed to?
Grim buzzed his secretary, “Susie, we got another one.”
A voice squeaked back through the ancient intercom system, “At le...
Fantasy story about a Prince - Hawk - who loses that which he loves most, and in an adventure to recapture it, finds himself placed with a task of destroying his own royal heritage. "Sounds interesting!"
Chapter 1: The Beginning a wip for feedback pls
Chapter One: The Beginning
Prince Hawk felt everyone’s eyes turned on him, and he but a dumb fool, as the Ancient knelt before him, offering the sword. A million thoughts streaked through his brain threatening to overwhelm him.
The Ancient had appeared – unexpected – at the outside celebration of his fourteenth birthday – manhood – and Hawk knew not what to do. What was royal protocol? The Ancients had not been seen ...
A small abused girl is mysteriously transported to an alternate dimensions where she is taught her true powers, and how to overcome her abuse back in "reality" "Sounds interesting!"
Llana (Short story)
Already in the cellar, Llana heard the door slam shut. She crawled by her nails and bloodied fingers, deeper into a dark corner, and curled up in a ball. She knew by the slam of the door, he was drunk and angry again, but the old broken boxes around her would perhaps offer some protection. Muffled shouts, foul words, the sound of pots being broken--each served to fuel her fear. Hyper-vigilant, she knew each distinct sound and how each reflected his fury. Please, just for once, please. Foot...
A by-product of man's tampering with the elements creates a Silent Killer--not a virus, not apocalyptic. Yet. Unless the as yet unwitting Steele Brooks can figure out what is happening and why are people just--vanishing. "Sounds interesting!"
Chapter 1 Genesis
Mist slowly encircled the campsite and crept around each tent, slowly rising until it covered the tents. Morning came later, and the mist dispersed as the sun rose. Where before campers were sleeping, the land sparkled with dewdrops. Not a trace remained of any campers.
As the Farmer approached the site, he noticed the lack of any disturbance, and smiled. The mist never failed him.
Deep underground now, an aching discontent filled the mist. Grown mu...
