Jamye Sharp
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Oregon writer, trying to have some fun and improve my craft.
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The Cry in the Water Part 2
The sound of the breeze in the tall grass, drowned out the pace of the horses as they traveled down a well worn road. This part of the country had been deforested many ages ago, and now only the wild flowers and waving green shoots of the prairie, remained to praise the gift of life. The two travelers breathed in the fresh air with enthusiasm, so different from the smog of other places far to the south.
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cry in the Water: Part 1
The boards creaked softly, the gentle ripple of the water lulling weary men to sleep. The sun had gone down, and only lamps on the for and aft deck illuminated the night. It was a moonless evening. Conversations had drifted off silently, until all that remained of the previous banter, was gentle pipe smoke and the careful play of lines as each man tried to land just one last fish.
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Fiction
