My Kind of Story: Under the Water

I'd like to share some stories with you.  These are fictional pieces I've written and range from 1,500-7,000 words in length.  They consist of many different themes and were a joy to write.  It is my sincerest hope that you find enjoyment in them as well, flaws and all!

So go make some coffee, find a little nook, and dive on in.

U N D E R  T H E  W A T E R

Brandon Salisbury
July 16, 2015

When I close my eyes, I can still see her on the dock.  I see her feet dangling above the water and her gaze set downward beneath its surface.  Of all there was to enjoy at the cabin, she preferred this the most.  It wasn't uncommon for her to spend an hour or more there at the lake.  I'd sometimes see her through the window and she looked like a painting, always so still.  This was my sisters favorite place to be.  Her name was Caiden.  

"Sister's for life," we used to say.  I was only ten when she was taken; she was six.  The investigation took its course, but her body was never discovered.  It carried on for a time and some friends of my parents even organized search parties to search the forest.  I knew they wouldn't find her, though.  And to be honest, I don't think Caiden wanted to be found.  I knew the day would come when the investigation would be over and it'd be quiet again.  And it was so.

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My Kind of Story: The Decision

I'd like to share some stories with you.  These are fictional pieces I've written and range from 1,500-7,000 words in length.  They consist of many different themes and were a joy to write.  It is my sincerest hope that you find enjoyment in them as well, flaws and all!

So go make some coffee, find a little nook, and dive on in.

T H E  D E C I S I O N

Brandon Salisbury
March 20, 2017

From the heat of the tropics to the cold of the office, John found himself at the end of a deep and engaging assignment.  For the first time in his life, both confusion and clarity sought for a place in his understanding.  He questioned the world around him in a way he never had before.  The journey ahead would not be easy, but there was no other way.

"We had been surveilling the doctor over the last six months," said Peterson.  "With the peculiar activities surrounding his life, and the initial report that turned us onto him, we felt that it was necessary, if not imperative, that he be surveyed."

"The report concerning the girl?" asked a man from across the table.  John looked down at his hands on the cold, steel surface.  He folded them and then answered the question.  "Yes, Rebecca Clark."  He could see her face in his mind.

"Can you tell me more about that?" asked the man.  John nodded.

"It had been reported to the police department of El Tigre that Dr. Kron had put a spell on Miss Clark, a foreigner who'd been living in the city over the last five years, working with disabled children."

"Venezuela?"

"Yeah."

"And what was this supposed 'spell' that had come over her?"

"In the report,” answered Peterson, “it stated that the two had engaged in a loud, verbal confrontation over Kron’s conduct towards a waitress at a cafe she frequented.” He then began to speak in another language - possibly more than one - at which, she stopped responding altogether.  The report noted that she became quite passive at this point and sat down in her chair.  She then positioned her head downwards towards the table and upon Kron's exiting of the building, she stood to her feet and followed him out, rather despondent."

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