Writings
Okay set a new format on my blog, I needed to find one that was reble but DID NOT use arial....I hate arial. Don't get me wrong it is really easy to read. I ust really dislike how it looks as a title, it looks so..plain...
So here is my writings, sans the Smith and Kirby drabble from last time....
This story takes place in another world in another time. The year is 1949 and the second world war has yet to end.
It was a cold day in Hell. The wind howled and rattled the branches of the bare trees, it blew under the doors and through the cracks in the window panes. Anyone sensible would’ve been inside, warm and secure. Away from the rough rage of the cruel Michigan winter with its hard hail and slushy sleet. But Jody wasn’t anyone sensible he was out in the cruel winter, in its rage blowing over and through him. His boots were full of snow and his hands without mittens to warm them were pushed into his pant’s pockets. He bent against the wind like a man four decades his senior. He could see the lights of the train crossing in the distance, once he reached them it would only be another half mile. But would he make the train? If he didn’t it would be another six hours until another train passed by and then it would be too late. They would have come to take him away. Jody shouldered, his pack and continued on. He made it to the station just before first rays of sunlight started to cast their shadows on the think sheet of ice that had settled over the small towns of Southern Michigan the night before.
Now that he would be putting some distance between him and the men, he could relax, for a little while at least.
Ona Applewood was sitting in the lounge when word came of the latest string of losses for the allied forces in the Eastern territories. Small groups of people exchanged tense words.
“Our boys are losing ground to the Germans, they keep having to retreat further and further East soon they’ll be right up against the Pacific, with no where to go. If that happens, Well lose Asia entirely.”
“Russia is holding their ground well and their army is strong, as we’ve seen during the Kazistan campaign. We’ve been pressuring them to join us since this war broke out, hopefully they’ll decide to join us and our allies.”
“We can only hope that they just don’t join the other side if they do, well let me just say I don’t think it’ll be to pretty.”
“Some say the war is already over. Others say that we should declare defeat now and surrender before they can really do us damage.”
“Do us damage? I’ve say they’ve done us enough damage to last us our children’s lifetime and their children’s children.”
Ona took a sip from her tea cup, her smooth brow wrinkled with disgust. The tea was bitter with only the littlest bit of artificial sweetener and creamer. With the army stretched thin as it was almost everything was rationed. If one wanted a halfway decent cup of tea they’d best join the army. Not that joining the army was a choice anymore. With the state of affairs most young men where sent of to the front as soon as they turned eighteen, there was even talk of letting woman fight. That was how desperate they were in the capital. If this happened Ona herself could be sent to the front. From what she had heard about being on the front sounded worse then anything she believed possible.
Ona had been raised in upstate Nuoyork. The daughter of a wealthy businesses man and an aspiring actress, Ona had grown up, when they married they became something of a public item, invited to the finest of social events. She had grown up with an awareness that other people were not as well off as her, but this concerned her little because she knew that she would never be one of them. But now cross legged on an chaise lounge in one of the most colorful of hotels in Nuoyork City she was in danger of becoming one of them.
It had all begun sometime ago when the Americkans were first entering the war, that her father was jailed for his political affiliations over seas. Ona never got the full story on what that meant exactly, but she had her suspicions. Her mother had fled the country shortly after, leaving Ona and her sister, Lenora to own up for their parent’s transgressions. Lenora was still in school in the Untied Kingdom but she would soon have to return to Americka because the family’s seemly endless wealth was running out. The families trusted chief financial advisor had Ona fire all the help but even that didn’t do any good. It was the unavoidable, her father’s company was losing money, after replacing her father with a man with far to little experience to run a company, let alone one under investigation by the federal government. The Wall Street Journal as well as The Business Man’s Book had both speculated that the company would be bankrupt within six months. That was two months ago, and so far their prediction was still looking rather likely. So Ona, had moved to the city and was now renting a room in the hotel, awaiting her father’s trial. Whci had been delayed four times in the past five weeks. It looked like Ona was going to be here for awhile.