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Jeffrey Allison
Bio
In the wake of another morning as the world grows on I try to bring different views or alternatives to life that comes from different parts of the world as well as heart spelling stories that exercises your mind.
Stories (60/0)
Trails
Epilogue The morning was warm. The cops just got done making the rounds. A creepy feel filled the air. They had been a lot of prison outbreaks, but none like this. It was unusual just to be let out the back door. Crazy if you would think it. They didn't care who or why. They had hoped they would never find out. The two had started there way to the trail that was close by. It was open morning to night, but some spots twenty-four hours. It was home to the homeless and to the river people if you could find them.
By Jeffrey Allison2 years ago in Fiction
Surviving the Trail
Here I am on the train as it starts to erupt. It was running two to three hours late. It had turned into a party like train and I didn't wanna risk getting thrown off. I had got off in Fredericksburg, Virginia to start my route to head home. A few stops ahead of my ending destination. The town had seemed normal I headed for Canonsburg, Pennsylvania to be with my girlfriend at the time. It seemed easy I took trails all the time, but the Allegheny Trail seemed like a challenge with distance. The reason being with it going from Washington D. C. to Pittsburgh with a lot of stops along the way. The trail itself has the unique experience of being a chance to get away from technology and other comforts of the big city.
By Jeffrey Allison2 years ago in Wander
To Whom It May Concern,
To whom it may concern, The years have gone by and all I can think about at this time is Mother's Day. That is the reason I picked this time to send you the letter I have kept secret for to long. I want to make sure you know I am okay in life through the battles I've faced from the titles I held in this world. That I have grown from the faith. Even though I have felt God's promise of mercy and have seen his answers time and again. I feel I have committed too much blasphemy and through my lives journey.
By Jeffrey Allison2 years ago in Confessions
The Lost Fur
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The world had changed so, much. It had become cold and grey from the rebirth according to the legend. It was beautiful at first, but after they lost there fur they became cold and mean living by fire. They were our friends helping by the air and on land. Out of nowhere the strong flew into the volcanic magma and came out hard, scaly, fire breathing creation. We had lost all hope we had to build the machines to fight back. The creations that could survive the battle. One for each tribe as a protector of the people in remembrance of the old way. The tribes were us the nine that survived. The nine that still lived today. We all lasted after the ritual they preformed. We had to scavenge for food intel strong enough to hunt and build shelter. The valley we were in so, peaceful. Our people had grown strong in the eyes of God above. The one above took mercy upon him and blessed them with dragons. To help them build the land from the sky and make easy lifting the heavy stones for the temple. The temple built strong and mighty designed at first for the sea serpents but, blessed for the dragons above. The sea serpents battled the sky dragons in all there power. the Shaman tribe had got to witness these battles trying to heal them. The damage they had done to the land living the way they do. My son and I lasted living around helping the tribe in anyway we could. Doing our work in the field were we belonged. Lasting the cold nights, living out the long heat. The reason being trying to heal the very hardness that became them. The ice cold scale as so the very fire inside of them. We the people of the tribe had built mechanisms strong enough to battle amongst the winged dragons and sea serpents. They were made of metal and magic to hold them together. the power they had to capture. The strength we relied on to save ourselves. The very chance at catching one was a great thing for us. To do research and try to regain the thing they lost, but they knew fight to the death nearly suicided themselves in the fight against the machines.
By Jeffrey Allison2 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Bailey Trace
Above earth is heaven, below earth is hell. "The worlds are lost but one has slipped through, through destiny and fate she must stand the test. The test of time and survival among est creatures and worlds she has never seen. To travel the twelve, twelve worlds, twelve dimensions. To see if she may become a god herself." Thus says the Goddess Kitera to the council.
By Jeffrey Allison2 years ago in Fiction