Historical
Reborn
"Humanity, so fickle isn't it? Poor thing..." My body feels so, heavy. As if I'm in water...floating but, I can breathe just fine. Can I...is this what breathing feels like? Ah, I remember now, how I got here. I can still see the hate filled eyes burning into me as the flames licked my body. "Witch! Witch!" they spat in unison. I feel it, the tight rope rubbing against my skin and the wood putting splinters in my back as I struggled. I can remember cursing them and their families for generations to come and watching while they smirked content with themselves as they killed another.
By Polar Bear4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 5
“Just let ‘er ring,” Amy Lampkin said. “If it’s important, they’ll call back.” “Naw,” Homer, her husband, answered as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and touched the frigid wooden floor with his bare feet. “I get paid to answer it on the first ring and besides, June’ll just keep ringing that thing anyway.”
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 4
After the warmth of the building, the cold of the March weather bit at him as he walked through the back door onto the low outer porch. Marshall stepped onto the wooden walk that led straight to the small “one-seater” some fifty feet behind the main building.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 3
More than anything else, Wynne, Arkansas had the railroads to thank for its relative prosperity. With a population of three thousand, it was the largest city in the county as well as the county seat. Two other cities had vied for Wynne’s prominence, but had failed. Wittsburg, seven miles to the southeast and Vanndale, five miles to the north, had preceded Wynne as the centers of county government. But while both towns still existed, neither one had had what was necessary to attract eastern money men. Wynne did.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 1
Wednesday, March 10, 1937 The 6X scope let him pick up sweat droplets on the man’s neck. A kerosene lantern hanging on a nearby Elm branch along with the fire under the 100 gallon still lit the scene. It was cool that March night, so the sweat came from the closest thing to working the man had ever done.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of The Leaves - The Beginning
1987 I found out about father on the day we buried my grandmother. I probably never would’ve known if it hadn’t been for Simpson Borden. I was staring at my grandmother’s grave after the funeral when his voice startled me out of my trance.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 24
As Marshall had hoped, he spent the rest of the day uneventfully in the park. About an hour before the sun went down, he got his things together and started toward the train yard. When he got there, he saw a train idling a couple of hundred yards to the south. He came to a likely box car and, after looking around for any bulls or cops around slid the door open about six inches. Suddenly he found himself face to face with a butcher knife.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 22
Gerald did not regain consciousness until nearly ten o’clock that night. He was laying on barren ground next to a half rick of split hickory nut wood. His head was pounding, and he was sick to his stomach. The combination of the two made him vomit when he rolled over onto his stomach. He continued to heave until nothing else came out, then he wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve and slowly stood.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 23
Saturday, March 13 When Marshall awoke the day after stopping at the camp in Little Rock, he found that Woodie had already left. For Marshall, it was just as well because he had decided during the night that he was going to Texas as he had planned. He might get to California someday, but not just yet.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 21
At 11:30, just about the time Cubby Lawrence was in the police station, Gerald Borden was going to his locker at Wynne High School to get his lunch. Like James, he attended the city’s school even though he lived much closer to the Fortner Crossing Community School. He didn’t have any plans to go to go to college as James did, however. His parents simply thought he might get a better education in the larger school.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 20
Friday, March 12 Homer Lampkin did not have a single clue connecting Marshall Bentwood with the murders of Prichard and Lawrence. But he did have a gut feeling. And he had learned over the years to at least listen to those feelings.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
