"A Heaven In The Burrow" E-Book

Leonardo Longfellow

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

"A Heaven In The Burrow" is the first ever Novel I have written with great efforts and keen enthusiasm and the praise goes to Almighty God.
This book is specially written for all of those people who are fond of journeys and mysteries and who craves for never-ending fantasy and myths. 
This Novel includes love, mystery, suspense and nature as the top genres. 
The characters are designed in such a manner that they will not only entertain you and leave you thinking deeply, but it will have a positive and a
never-ending impact on your lives too. 

With love,

Leonardo Longfellow

Leseprobe

Leonardo Longfellow

"A Heaven In The Burrow"

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"A Heaven In The Burrow"

"A Heaven In The Burrow"

Author: Leonardo Longfellow

Chapter #1

A Dreadful Night

It was a dark, cloudy night. Thick, black clouds were floating high over the town of Rioca. Some stars were struggling to show up theirselves, so did the moon. Everybody in Rioca was stuck in their homes and rarely came out, for the weather was too harsh. An inclusive interview with the Minister of Agriculture and Weather was broadcasted this evening on television. The Daily Bulletin was shown on all televisions, everyone's eyes were right on the TV. "Though many days have been passed till we saw the sun shining, we are now going to make our own way to treat the crops. The crops, as you saw this morning (or was that night?) are not in good health. They need sun shine," said the Minister of Agriculture. As you saw viewers how it felt not having sun for more than fifteen days. The crops are going to ruin if we don't act to save the crops. I would say start gathering stock of food before the condition worsens. I would say as usual that the weather will remain the same as it is today . Perhaps, there could be a chance of rain tomorrow. Take care of yourselves and keep the doors and windows shut closed!" The weather in Rioca was too cold and chilly although this was the hot month of June. Everybody in the small town of Rioca was feeling really fierced about the weather. No one had courage to come out of their homes. Perhaps because of the cold, harsh weather or the horrible fellings about the weather. Emily, a young housekeeper in Rioca was also sitting in her bedroom, near the fireplace, watching the hide and seek of the moon and clouds through the opened window of her room. It seemed as if she is unaware of the things happening outside her home. Aunt Muriel and her son's daily altercations were her only entertainment. Her house was always people's attention. Not because it was large or beautiful but because of it's ugly look and miserable construction. Thick, brownish-black vines were always surrounded by the brick walls. No one had ever found the vines fruitful or leafy. Emily had never found time to treat the vines or perhaps she willingly didn't want to treat them. They were dry and ugly just like the house. The entrance gate to the house was also laid with thin vines but in such number that one couldnt judge whether the gate has ever been used or not. The iron gate was rusty everywhere. Leafless trees were standing erect on both of it's sides. Dry leaves were gathered in front of the gate. Whenever the wind flown away the dry, crumpy leaves, new leaves were brought there and settled down right at front of the gate. It seemed like this very place is made for these leaves to rest. Beyond the gate was a dead garden. The garden had damp, unmowen grass. Twigs and bushes were growing everywhere. Unlike its current condition, the garden smelt really breathtaking. A few leafless trees were standing there with dry leaves at their roots. Some plants of lavender, mulberry and rose were visible every few feet. Sweet, fragrant smell of lavender was spread everywhere in the garden. At the very centre of the garden was an old, rusty founatin. Traces of rain water could be found inside it. Made of white, shiny marble, this seemed like once it was a remarkable figure in the garden but now it was dull black figure which had lost it's shiny white colour to a great extent. Next to the fountain was a path that led to the main gate. Mossy, greyish black path was ended at front of the main wooden gate. A hollow peephole was right in the top middle part of the gate. The gate had several different, unrecognizable patterns of something, carved in the wooden gate. In one of the rooms on the first floor of this wrecked house, lived Emily Frecker with her only son Frederick. The whole remaining house seemed as barren as no one had ever lived there for decades. How does it feel being imprisoned in a room, not engaging with other people, not going out and staying at the same place for many years?

Well Emily knew how to.

Thin, blonde hair were falling over her shoulders. Her greyish-blue eyes were gazing from the window of her room right in the dark, cloudy sky. Strong currents of wind were flying her long hair here and there. She was struggling hard to keep her hair in place time by time. The fire in the fireplace was moving here and there with the wind making swishing sounds. The whooshing sound of the wind felt really calming to Emily. She held a deep breath in and out as if enjoying this fierce weather unlike others. Frederick was right beside the armchair Emily was sitting in, playing with his toy car. He was about four years old, fair boy. He had brown hair with fair skin and emarald brown eyes. He was playing with his toy car for more than an hour and was voicing like car "whoom, whoom!...." which seemed so boring to Emily. She stood up with a sigh and walked towards the cupboard beside the room door. She put her hands in and was searching for something, perhaps, another toy to keep her son busy in. She put her hand out with a teddy bear whose ears were torn out and a few lumps of cotton were visible in it's torn belly. As Frederick looked at her having teddy bear in her hands he cried out with a wide smile "Tted..du Bbed..dduuu!" It seemed like he has never been so happy before. He straightened and extended his hands towards Emily while he was sitting and cried again "Uhu.. Tted..du Bbed..dduuuuu!" he tried to stand up but fell with a thud! His face became expressionless for a moment and then he began to cry. Soon he shut up as Emily holded him the teddy bear with a fierce look and said "Here you go! take this torn, old stuff and don't say a word for the next ten hours. Boring little kiddy, get outta here now and sit there, GO!" pointing at the far end of the room where a dim candle was burning over a table. It's wax had melted to a great extent and it seemed to die out in a few minutes. Although, ten or more candles were shining brightly everywhere in the room except that corner. Frederick went there with the teddy bear in his hand and sat quitely next to the table. He was too happy now and forgot what the thud! had brought to him. He was busy in playing with his Teddu Beddu. He wasn't gloomy nor was he sad but a sudden happiness on his face felt for him like drinking a gulp of water after a long, irritating journey of a desert.

On the contrary side, Emily had other expressions. She was really angry and horrible, her thin pencil-made eye brows were constricted and her fair face and cheeks had reddish blush. She was holding the arms of the chair with a tight grip. Suddenly, she lost her anger. Her fierce expressions faded away and they changed into worried expressions . Her constricted eyebrows raised and flattened and her red face turned tomato red. She heard Frederick screem from the far corner of the room. As she turned to the far corner, she saw Frederick with a candle burning on his head.

Chapter #2

An Unexpected Surprise