Fiction

Chapter 3: Em

Dearest Journal,

Captain Henry Blake III was a very handsome young man. He was also a wealthy young man for he had quite the fortune in his name. This had granted him many fleets and harbors filled with the most exquisite ships.

Are you happy? Are you sad? I am always wondering the mess of emotions that humans have. 

I can't do it! she thought miserably, clutching the cold rock on the side of the mountain, her fingers blistered and peeled. "You can!" said a voice. Real or a figure of imagination, she did not know.

A second, smaller part of the previous post I made entitled "Billy, part 1"

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Billy did not own a home. Instead, he lived out of his truck. 

This is just a little thing I have been slowly working on over the past few days. I don't know if its going to go anywhere farther than this.

At precisely 6 o’clock, the alarm rang.

There was a fearless girl named Emma who had a passion for mountain climbing. Her next challenge was to conquer the treacherous Mount Everest. However, Emma had a secret, she suffered from claustrophobia, a fear of confined spaces.

The day I’ve been looking forward to has finally arrived! I’ve been looking forward to this day for 21 years! This day is amazing! I don't think there are words to describe how awesome the day is!! I am so avid about this day!

As the sun sets, and the dusk sinks into the world just like any night, the lonely wanderer treks up his mountain, once again. Nobody knows who he is, or where he came from. He’s essentially a folk tale, a ghost story.

The rain thundered down around him and clouds hung low overhead in the blackness of night. His skin was sodden. His hair was a matted mess. And yet he stood still in the darkness all around him.

The machines clattered along as he sat. Their quiet hum filled his ears as they had every day for the past 20 or so years.