Quill Pen Scratchings
Historical Fiction and other musings
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Chapter 10 The moon was bright. As he walked, he began to cry. Lightly at first, but then the tears were making it hard for him to see the road. He stepped off the road and sat down on a small embankment. He was alone, and put his head down on his arm, and…
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Chapter 9 Edmund awoke early the next morning. He opened the flap of his tent and looked outside. The rain had stopped. Mist and fog covered the entire camp in ghostly whiteness, and the first chill air of Autumn brushed against his face. He opened the trunk at the foot of his bed, and he…
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Chapter 8 The drive back was faster since he was not in line behind other trucks and troops heading to the front. He did get passed by an occasional ambulance and he also had to stop for gasoline at one of the makeshift gas stations set up by the French army. As he was stopped…
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Chapter 7 The next two months passed with several more missions and several more injuries to men and planes. Nothing as shocking to Edmund as the first had been, but he didn’t know if they were any less gruesome or if he just wasn’t as affected by them. No deaths had occurred either, though Tino…
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Chapter 6 All the men who had been standing quietly around snapped into action, making a show of doing things that they had already done earlier. They were busily rechecking equipment, latching engine cowlings, checking the aileron movements, all while keeping an eye on the line of approaching cars. Tino said that the pilots had…
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Chapter 5 A cool breeze caressed Edmund’s face. He was very warm, and the soft wind lulled him into consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked up at the tented ceiling gently rippling. He was still in his clothes. The coat he had worn was lying in a heap on the wooden floor, as was…
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Chapter 4 Edmund’s stomach was being pulled tightly into a knot. Knox guided the Nieuport bumpily down to one end of the field, and then with a deafening roar, he put the throttle to full and the plane began lumbering forward and picking up speed, Edmund felt as if he was going to be shaken…
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Chapter 3 Morning came quickly. Edmund felt as if he had just closed his eyes when the bugles sounded marking the new day. Flurry had taken him to one of the long low wooden buildings with a canvas tent roof and given him a cot to sleep in. When they were on their way back…
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Edmund’s stomach was grumbling ominously as he stepped off the train and onto the concrete platform. He had a great pain in his middle section. On the back side of the platform was a railing, with woods and a few houses off in the distance. He walked over to a ticket window that sat in…
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Welcome to whoever finds their way here! I have written quite a lot both personally and professionally, but I have never done anything with my writing outside of work, so I thought I would use WordPress to post some things–some old and some new–that I have written over the years, and also some things I…
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