Hello again. I am writing to let you know that I have written a short story. ANOTHER ONE!! I have really loved writing these stories and I thought I’d share this one with you. This is a long one. Yeah. Still. If you have some time, and like my writing, I would encourage you to check it out. This is like Indiana Jones meets The Hardy Boys. I loved writing the characters and jumping into their world. I drew from my love of this genre in story and in film. So. That’s all. Have fun. Here is an excerpt from the story, but for the full story, click the link below the excerpt.
“Do you have the key with you?”
“Yes we do,” Bishop said without making an indication of its proximity.
“May I see it?”
The two looked at each other hesitantly, but ultimately, this was why they had come to Zurich in the first place. Bishop took the box out of his pocket and handed it to the professor. Griffin took the key to a room in the back of the apartment. He turned on a light connected to a slanted table and began to work. Booker pulled on Bishop’s arm,
“Hey, if those guys find out where this guy lives, and I’m sure they already know, then we may be out of time.” Griffin seemed to have heard them,
“I received that email at work, not from my home address, but yes. We don’t have much time.”
A short time later, Griffin returned from the back room with the key in his open palm,
“Do you know what this is?”
“Are you asking or do you know?” Booker tried to be funny.
Bishop responded to Griffin’s question, “Professor Hyland told us that it was very old and might predate the Greeks.”
Griffin smiled, “He was right…but he was only half right,” Griffin’s eyes widened as he walked to the empty chair. Booker and Bishop followed him. Griffin started up again,
“I have to admit, I have never seen anything like this before. The key is reminiscent of some of the earliest cultures ever documented, and yet it is unique unto itself. It is almost as if culture and civilization’s Genesis were from this very artifact,” Griffin paused to let this sink in, “After some digging and cross-referencing, I noticed the key’s designs were similar to a set of Spanish hieroglyphs found a very long time ago.”
“Professor…” Bishop started
“Stop that, call me Griffin.”
“Sorry. Griffin, the Spanish never had hieroglyphs. What civilization ever existed in that region that used hieroglyphs?”
“Ahh. This is where books are no use to you and where myth plays a very heavy role.”
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