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Submerged – A #ShortStory #Collaboration – Part Four

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“Maybe,” I said. “How did you know I ripped off Brad Adams?”

At first, I thought she was ignoring me. She brought out her phone and began typing and scrolling. After a few moments, she found what she was looking for and tossed it to me. “You’re famous.”

It was a social media site scrolled to a post from Brad Adams’s wife, Mande. It read:

THE FIRST PERSON WHO TELLS US THE WHEREABOUTS OF JOSH MCCORMACK WILL BE REWARDED WITH $1000! THIS IS NOT A JOKE! HE STOLE SOMETHING FROM US AND WE WANT IT BACK!

“That’s a lot of capital letters,” I said. My mouth was dry. The post had 124 likes and 29 shares. There was also a picture of me that accompanied it for the handful of people who didn’t know every person in a fifty mile radius by name. I tossed the phone back to Julie feeling sick. The whole damn world is after me. “Looks like I owe you a thousand dollars,” I said weakly.

“Oh, it’ll cost you more than that,” she said. “But first, we need those emeralds.”

“Do you really know someone who will buy them?”

“No. But I might know someone who does.”

“Someone you can trust?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” she said.

In the garage, she managed to dig up an old pair of swim goggles she had used a few years ago at the university pool. They were too small and leaked but they were better than nothing. At the end of the dock, the lake was deep and the water was murky and it sure as hell hadn’t warmed up any. It took me a long while of diving and fishing around in the cold mud with my hands before I finally found the bag. I hoped her neighbors weren’t watching – some idiot swimming off the dock in October was bound to draw attention. She stayed indoors; there was no sense in both of us freezing our asses off and we reasoned that a person in the water was tougher to spot than someone standing on the dock watching. I wondered if she was stretched out on the couch making a phone call or, perhaps, a social media post of her own. I couldn’t blame her if she was.

Back inside, the cabin still smelled of bacon and wood smoke and I dressed in some ratty sweats she had confiscated from a former boyfriend. Together, we sat cross-legged on the floor before the fireplace as I emptied the bag slowly onto the rug. The jewels poured, a thick stream of translucent green, clicking and bouncing into a glittering pile.

 “Holy shit,” I said. “I wonder how much money we’re looking at.”

In a quiet voice that was almost a whisper she said, “Enough for them to kill us both.”

Her statement hung in the air while we stared at the jewels, mesmerized.

I looked up at her and realized the ominous truth of her words.  I hadn’t thought things through, not really.  I did what I always did; I wanted, I took, but it had led me into a precarious situation and now that life-threatening choice had sucked her into its dangerous pit as well.  I suddenly wished I had made a different choice and, as I stared at her, that wish expanded.  I wished I had made a lot of different choices.  Perhaps if I had….

Suddenly, someone was hammering on the cabin door.

I cursed inwardly, drew back, noticed the disappointment and frustration in her eyes, and cursed out loud.  Neither of us moved, however; not initially. We just listened as the hammering continued, then stopped as the sound of heavy footsteps plodded round the front porch and the shadow of the untimely trespasser moved to the window.  Fortunately, she had drawn the curtains closed and they obscured the view well enough to shield us from discovery, but it was easy enough to recognize the silhouette of the park ranger in his Dudley Do-right hat as he peered inward.

To Be Continued…

Part Three

Part Two

Part One

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Fred Rock of Fred Rock Fiction recently contacted me to discuss a possible, extended collaboration during which time we would write a short story based upon a piece he had begun and then hit a wall.  I read the portion he wrote (designated above and throughout these posts in italics ) and was immediately intrigued.  Inspiration sparked, we set about sending the piece back and forth between us for several weeks, adding to the tale, discussing possible stumbling blocks, and finally editing the ‘masterpiece’.  Our final story is now ready to be shared, which we shall do in increments for your reading ease (and hopefully enjoyment!)

~Morgan~

Filed under: Collaborations, Flash Fiction and Shorts Tagged: #short story, Action, BnV, BooknVolume, collaborative writing, creative writing, Drama, Fiction, Mysteries, Suspense, ~Morgan~

#TBT- Prisoner

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Prisoner of All that once was True

Viridian Memory of Jaded View

Anchored in the Incorporeal Air

Forever Lost,

Ever Remembered

Reaching for the Then and There!

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Frank Melech

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, Loss, Memory, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, relationships, spirituality, ~Morgan~

Liquescent Ebon – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Liquescent Ebon

Tide of mercurial Sighs

Immerse me in Dreams

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Day 23

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~Morgan~

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.Thanks Richard!

Beautiful Photograph found on Google.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photogragher.  Thank You~

Filed under: Daily Haiku Challenge Tagged: Beautiful Photographs, BnV, BooknVolume, Daily Haiku Challenge, Darkness, Moonlight, Nature, Night, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Poetry Prompt, Writing Prompt, ~Morgan~

#TBT – Masterpiece- #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

How Truly Beautiful is this world. How Rich in Colour, Texture, Light, Shadow, Shades and Hues both Vivid and Pale, Stark in contrast and Harmonious in their blendings. Each day the golden shimmering orb of pale and violent splendor raises his head and Smiles down upon us, glistering and, sometimes, glowering in Radiant Grandeur, waiting for us to See, to pause, to raise a hand in Breathless Wonder beneath its superior glow and stand, for a moment, Transfixed.

Each evening the luminous moon in subtle beauty slips delicately from her ebon shroud and Sings a song of ethereal Enchantment. Gentle and patient, she glides in regal effortless flow across the bejeweled spangle, her silvery luminescence a Gift to all who lay aside their restless haste, if only for the briefest of moments, to Gaze upon her shimmering show.

The Earth is Filled to overflowing with verdant greens, supple yellows, resplendent reds, breathtaking blues, passionate purples, vibrant oranges, pale pinks, rich russets and auspicious auburns that Proclaim for all to See and to all who may Hear, should they Choose to, the Loving Touch of the Artist’s Hand.

Each mountain that has stood for millennia;

Each forest that has echoed with the song of the wolf and the cicada for eons;

Each tranquil pastoral glen that shimmers beneath the Kiss of the sun;

Each quiet beach that sings a rhythmic, oceanic song;

Each deep, mysterious blue sea that shields another world entire;

Each frosty glacier and windswept barren, giving and renewing life;

Each tawny desert filled with sand and silence;

Each roadside garden springing with wildflowers;

Each nook and crevice of forgotten wilderness;

Each Smile, Each Tear, Each Freckled Face;

A Masterpiece of Beloved Oeuvre waiting for its audience,

Waiting for You, Waiting for me,

To Pause,

To Sigh,

To Lovingly See.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photographs found on Google and Pinterest. Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographers. Thank You~

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Beautiful Photographs, BnV, BooknVolume, Harmony, Inspiration, life, Nature, photography, Poem, poetry, relationships, spirituality, ~Morgan~

A New Page on BooknVolume – #Review #DarkFey

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I confess, this is a blatant, no holds barred Invitation to Readers/Reviewers who find themselves interested in Dark Fey to provide a review in return for a FREE Ecopy of either or both books.   BooknVolume now has a new dedicated page (At the top of the homepage) to REVIEW DARK FEY that I am sharing with all of you today.  Thank You for your Kind Support, For Any Shares/Reblogs you choose to Offer, and, if nothing else, for humouring me

Seeking – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Ebon shades Seeking

Adaptation Whispering

Change cries on the wind

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I’ve added another level to my challenge, for myself.  I’ve decided each day before composing my Daily Haiku, I will seek out an image to Inspire my verse.  I typically go to Pinterest or Google Image Search.  I type in the season/time of year I am looking to capture and the very first image that steals my gaze is the one I will select and use. This beautiful scene whispered to me: SEEKING

To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Day 22

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Alphacoders.com  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photograher.  Thank You~

Filed under: Daily Haiku Challenge Tagged: Beautiful Photographs, BnV, BooknVolume, Change, Changing Seasons, Daily Haiku Challenge, Nature, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Poetry Prompt, Writing Challenge, ~Morgan~

#WordlessWednesday – Sensational Seasonal ‘Scapes

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photographs found on Pinterest. Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographers. Thank You!

Filed under: Wordless Wednesday Tagged: Autumn, Autumn Colors, Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, Home & Garden Interiors, Nature, photography, Tablescapes, ~Morgan~

#WordlessWednesday – Autumnal Bronze

 

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All Photos found on Pinterest. Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographers. Thank you !

Filed under: Wordless Wednesday Tagged: Autumn, Autumn Colours, Autumn Foliage, Autumn Landscape, Beautiful Photographs, Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, Earth Pics, Fall Leaves, Light, Nature, photography, ~Morgan~

Traitorous Sigh – #RomanticTuesday – #Poetry of #love and #loss

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Secrets Hasten to Unveil Me,

Rhapsodizing in my Fantasy,

All a-Slander in my Protestations,

Comparing me to the Chiding Sea

That Tosses her head when She is Fair,

And Glistens when She is Vexed with Rage;

Yet I, with Skill not Waking to Unfold me,

Stand Silent and Mutely Turn the Page.

Vagabonds in shackles Raising

Treacherous Voices in Symphony,

Like Caterwauling Felines, Unharmonious,

While I Listen in Awestruck Litany.

Just as this Discordant Wailing

Plays Traitor to my Solicitous Sigh,

Such am I Without You here,

And Thus am I when You Whisper “Good-Bye”.

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~Morgan~

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Breathtaking Original Artwork by: Fernanda Brussi Goncalves

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Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Alone, BnV, BooknVolume, Loneliness, Longing, Love, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, relationships, Romance, Without You, ~Morgan~

Man – #RomanticTuesday – #Love #Poetry

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Man

Of my Heart,

Man

Of my Passion,

Man

Of my Yearning

In Deliberate Fashion;

Steal my Heart,

As it is Yours,

Drink from Passion’s Well

As it Pours.

Take all my Yearning

And Let it Be

Proof of this Love

And Commitment to Thee,

Oh Man

Of My Heart.

Man

of my Passion,

Man

Of my Yearning

in Endless Fashion.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer and models. Thank You~

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, Desire, Longing, Love, Love Poetry, passion, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Romance, Soul Mates, ~Morgan~