Writer's Writing's

[whiskeyrose]

TheWriter's Writings.

Hi! This is a place where I put my writings, short story's, etc. Please feel free to leave critique as I love hear your thoughts on anyone of these stories but please do know some of these I haven't edited them fully or have grammar errors.

[whiskeyrose]

Train Tracks

Note: This story is based off a prompt I found. Half of the plot is credited to them and hasn't been fully on edited. This was also something random I wrote because I was having writer's block.

There was whistle not far away. A high pitch whistle. The whistle was signaling the train was about to leave and that's when it began moving. I ran down the train tracks, panting. The back of the train was ahead of me. I can make it, I think. I can do it. I have to try. Pebbles flew from under my feet as I ran. The sun shined brightly down on me. Suddenly, there was yelling behind me. I didn't know I should even look back. They were following and if they caught me, I didn't know was going to happen but I don't know even if I wanted to know.
The train began to pick up speed. I could fell the sweat against my face from the heat. My clothes were sticking to me. I could feel my backup bump against my back as I ran. "Stop, Marie!," Someone shouted behind me. That's when I decided to look over my shoulder. It was Jessie. Of course, he wanted me to stop. I broke his trust and his heart.
I finally managed to catch up with the train as it was increasing speed. I reached out my palm out. My fingers brushed against the rusty railing and wrapped my fingers at first but only I slipped at first. Then I grabbed the other railing and hauled my self up onto the train platform. I grunted then slumped against the back door of the train. I watched as the group of guards and Jessie come to a stop as they knew they won't be catch up with me.
I scrambled threw the content's of my backup which was a wrapped sandwich, a bottle of water, a few bucks in cash, a extra set of clothes and a notebook. I pulled out the sandwich and water. Unwrapping the sandwich, I took a bite and then a sip of water. I watch as the guards and Jessie watch me. Jessie stared back at me, his facial expression changing. I think it was betrayal but it was hard to say at such a distance. The thing was, they won't stop chasing me. For now, I was free.

[whiskeyrose]

The Ghost Of Now And Forever
By: Thewriter


This was a short story I entered into a contest.

The moon hung in the night sky, shining brightly down on the ghost town. The sounds of crickets chirping filled the air. Easton slowly made her way through the town. The town was basically a few buildings and that was it. A saloon, a jail, a store and post office. It was built back in the 1800's when cowboys and Indians stilled roamed the area. At some point, the town was abandoned. Only a few teenage punks came out here now. Expect, Easton wasn't a punk. She happened to be a ranch hand for the farm that was located not that far out. One of the security detectors had gone off one of the farm gates and she had decided to come out here to check things out. She assumed it was probably someone without knowing the definition of the words common sense or one of guys she worked with pulling a prank. There was a small creaking noise in one of the buildings to her left as she walked through the place. It was probably a piece of wood ready to give out but she wasn't sure.
"Whoever you are, this isn't funny." Easton called out. The only response this time was a creak from a floor board. She froze and glance both ways. Another noise came from the saloon ahead of her. There was a low faint noise, like a strum. Easton hesitated, her eyes staring at the saloon. She wasn't sure if she just leave and forget about it. It might have been some moron anyways and honestly, she hoped it was just a prank. She began heading for the saloon and shoved the doors opened. The place was dusty and filled with cobwebs. A cowboy sat on a stool in the corner of the room, a guitar his hands. His strummed the neck of it. He seemed busy with that, he didn't even notice she was standing right there. He was probably a few years older than her. His clothes were definitely old country with an ascot tied around his neck. This guy wasn't recognizable to her. She shifted her foot slightly and that's when he quickly looked up. He was staring right at her. The guitar playing came to a stop. Easton froze, her heart picking up pace. The cowboy tilted his head with confused look, his eyes squinting.
"Rose, is that you?," He asked. One of her eyebrows arched in question. "My name is Easton," She answered. The cowboy shook his head. "No, your name is Rose. What has happened to you?," Easton started at him in confusion Was this guy delusional? Or just generally crazy? Either way, she was beginning to get a weird feeling from him. The cowboy leaned his guitar against the wall and slid off the stool. She took a step back while he watched her. "What's wrong with you, Rose? You never been scared of me before." He said. Under his cowboy hat, she noticed his eyes had a faint glow to them. What the heck? Something wasn't right. "I'm not scared. I think you have the wrong person." She began to turn the other way but then his voice risen. "No!," He snapped loudly, which caused Easton to almost jump and she slowly faced him. The boy must have of realized how harsh he had sounded because he took a deep breath, calming down. "How could you not remember? Don't you remember picnics? The time I'd first showed you how to shoot a pistol? The conversation we had before I..." He slowly trailed off. Easton gazed at him while thinking of the name he had called her. The name, Rose, sounded a bit familiar. She had heard it somewhere before. It took her a few seconds , thinking of people she knew and stories she heard. That's when she remembered a girl with the name Rose. Rose had lived in this area during the 1800's with her parents and brother. At some point during her teenage years and fell in love with cowboy. But turns out he was a run away indian who had dressed as cowboy to keep his identity a secret. One day, he had struck it rich by finding a small nugget of gold on a white man's property and hid the treasure. He had returned later that night to retrieve it, only the next morning, he was found...dead. They said his ghost haunted this area. And this guy thought she was..Rose. Oh, boy. This couldn't be happening. She needed to leave. "Your wrong. I'm not her." Slowly, she began to move backwards. Hopefully, she could make it close to the doors to run for it. Once she would be out those doors and back to her horse, she was going to make a beeline for the farm. "No, you are Rose. You sound like her. You almost look like her. Don't you have the faintest memory?," He said. "Listen to me. You're dead and Rose is to!," She snapped. That only made him angry. The cowboy's eyes narrowed and he began walking towards her. Easton immediately bolted for the saloon doors. There was no way in heck she was staying here with this..insane ghost. But as she ran forward, the saloon doors slammed shut. No! She thought. She placed her palms on the door and began to shove on them but they wouldn't budge. That's when she looked down the space under the doors. She got the idea to crawl beneath them. Something brushed against her and Easton turned around. She yelped as the ghost stood so close to her, staring down at her with his slightly glowing eyes. "I left you once, Rose. And this time, I'm not letting you leave. We'll be together, now and forever."


THE END

[whiskeyrose]

This story was another entry for a writing contest but I wasn't sure if I enter it or not. At the moment it has a working title.

A thief for Christmas
By: Thewriter

It was a few days till Christmas.
The street block was filled with pedestrians walking down the sidewalk and cars passing by. The air was filled with chatter and the shouts of vendors. They were probably trying to get the last-minute holiday shopping done before it got any crazier. Me and Clyde were strolling down the busy down the street, if you count ''strolling'' dodging the police. Despite it being Christmas time, they would probably were still keeping their eye out for two thieves.
Suddenly something hit me and there was a crash on the ground. I looked to see a woman staring at me and I glanced down to see her purse laying on the ground. Kneeling down, I was going to give the bag to when I noticed something. A little sliver box layed in the purse and it's lid was slightly off. A chained layed on inside and I saw the charm of necklace was a dragonfly. I pulled out the necklace and stuffed it into my pocket before the lady could notice then she grabbed her bag. Me and Clyde resumed walking down the sidewalk quickly. Then woman started yelling, loudly.
"Go, Bonnie!," Clyde snapped and shoved me forward. Both of us took off running around the corner as the woman cried out behind us. We ran down the street till we felt no one was following us. I pulled the necklace out of my pocket and I observed the necklace. The top wings of dragonfly were light purple and the bottom was a sky blue. Clyde was staring at it from over my shoulder. "How much you think it's worth?," I asked him. He shrugged in response. "If it's real, it's probably worth something but if it's not, we could still sell it." He replied. But the more I gazed at the necklace I felt something. It was a feeling that started in my stomach and the more I had thought about it, I recognized it. Guilt. The necklace was definitely worth something. But what if it was a gift for Christmas? I had begun to regret I had taken it.
As we walked, Clyde had pointed out a house next to the alleyway. The side window was opened a little. "Why leave your window open?," I asked him, confused. "Maybe they forgot. Let's see if they got something to eat." Clyde answered. My mouth open a bit to object but I cut myself off. I was already feeling guilty about the necklace and now breaking entering? I wasn't sure how felt about this. But we both looking for something to eat and a few bucks weren't going to get us a decent dinner.
"Here," Clyde put his palms together and glanced at me. I nodded and taking a step forward towards him. I brought my leg up and rested the sole of my boot on his palms. He began to shove me upward but I leaned at angle and I put my hands on the wall of the building so I won't go face first into the ground. My fingers brushed the window sill and I reached out with my other hand, grabbing the interior of it and with my grip, I pulled myself into the building. "Be careful," Clyde whispered from down below and I turned around to stare at him, "I don't think anyone is home. Just be quick." He added. I nodded before sweeping back around, my eyes observing my surroundings. The first thing that stood out as the light oak colored wall panels and wooden floors. There was a lavender colored Victorian styled chair, a fireplace, a bookshelf and a Christmas tree speared among the room. Decorations were hung on the walls.
I walked into the hallway and I saw the room in front of me which was the kitchen. The kitchen was rather large room with your basic essentials, expect for the fireplace in the corner. A long table sat to the right of the room completely with a couple of dinning chairs.
A clicking noise suddenly came from the front and light spilled against the wooden floors. The front opened and a lady stood in the doorway. To be exact, it was the lady I stole the necklace from. Although, she didn't see me at first, with her hand she shoved the door closed and turned her gaze back around. She froze when saw me and her expression shifted into shock. I wasn't sure what to do at first, run or stand like a deer in the headlights. So I decided to do what I thought. I rushed over to her and my fingers reach into my jacket pocket and brushed against the necklace. I shoved it into her hand. "Sorry, ma'am," That was all I could say. I turned and begun to make a beeline for the window, quickly. Me and Clyde could have a head start before the police could show up and start looking for us. "Stop,'' the lady said and I paused for a moment. Stop? The window was a few footsteps away from me. Instead of running for it, I turned around, facing the lady. Her blue eyes watched me. Slience hung in the air for a few seconds. "Listen, ma'am, I'm sorry I stol-," I started to speak but she cut me with a gesture of her hand. "You're that girl I see on TV, right? The thief and your partner is Clyde," She asked, slightly curious.
"Yes."
The answer had come out sincerer . "About the necklace," I continued yet she stopped once again. "Everyone makes mistakes." She replied. My eyebrow raised and I was surprised yet there was a feeling of confusion and curiosity.
"So you're not going to have me arrested?,"
The lady shook her head in response. "I admit, I was upset that you stole my necklace. If you ran off when I walked in, I would have called the police but the fact that you gave it back takes quite a bit of bravery. Thank you,'' She paused, "People make mistakes and it's that jolly time of the year."
''Thank you." I smiled, happily. ''Since you returned the necklace and it's almost Christmas, I'll let you stay for dinner." It was like someone had slapped me across the face. "What?," My eyebrow arched. Stay for dinner? You didn't hear that one often as a thief. The lady stared at me. "You heard me. Dinner should be ready in few minutes once I get it ready. If your friend is here, go and get him." And with that she disappeared into the kitchen. I smiled then walk over to the window. Down below, Clyde was standing there. He glanced up at me.
''I thought I heard you talking to someone. You okay?," He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Turns out the lady who owns this house is the same lady I stole the necklace from."
Clyde reads the expression on my face and groans, "Oh, Bonnie, what did you do."
I almost chuckle but my lips form into a smirk. "Oh, just shut up and get in here. We have a dinner waiting on us."