Call Mine Novels & Stories

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.

“Don’t worry about it. She knows the risks and the situation we’re in. It’s too early to worry when we’re doing the best that we can. And I told her, the problem is not only here in the US. She knows that every business will be affected if we don’t do something. And I have better news.” “What is it?” Ren turned to me. “A mining company owned by my dad found a location where we can mine Sphalerite.”

He replied. "Also, I have good news." He added. "What is that?" She asked curiously. "We have located the gold mine. It's a private property in North Vancouver." He announced. "Wow! Really! Does that mean my net worth just multiplied?" Chloe asked curiously. "Yeah! However, we have a problem. You can't mine the land if you don't provide the necessary documents which you don't have. It will definitely take a while to get access to the land." He explained.

She gripped the blanket around her, seeking refuge from the mixed emotions flooding her heart. "Mine, are you awake?" Seth asked softly, but with anxiety in his voice. Jasmine didn't answer, just remained silent in uncertainty. Seth, feeling no response, tried again. "You've been crying for too long, Mine. Can such sadness stay with me? Am I not enough for you, Mine?"

That old man said from another couch. The speaker: 500, 000. A red-haired woman; 700, 000. The speaker: 700, 000 going. The old man: 2 million. Everyone gasped. The speaker: 2 million, any other bidder? Hall silent. The speaker: 2 million it is then. (A loud applause went over the hall.) "That's great," Madeline said. She doesn't stop talking until I release a bullet on her fucking skull. The speaker: The second Jewelry.

she asks. “Yes, Daven is looting packs just for a few pieces of gold,” Chloe said. “Good, you know the risk of it,” Marcus said, “I made sure the safety, no one can take it,” he said. “Where is the mine?” she asks. As far as she explored there’s no place like that. Marcus smiled, he went near her lips. “We are right above the mine,” he whispered. Chloe’s eyes widened in surprise. “The pack house is built above the mine?” she asks.

Leonard combed his beard and said slowly, "Didn't you ask me to show my sincerity last night? I can help you with this. But … in the future, you'll have to remember how well I'm treating you." "Hmm?" Yvonne raised an eyebrow, and her interest piqued. "I would first have to hear how you're planning to help me." Leonard retrieved a piece of paper from his pocket and passed it to Yvonne. "This is the address of an undeveloped metal mine. It will be up for bid soon. Not only is Neil interested in this, but Mark wants in on this mine too. "If you find a way to get this mine for Neil, you don't have to worry about him being unwilling to do business with you."

“Perfect!” Kevin wrinkled his brow as he looked over my shoulder, finally glancing up at me. “What exactly is that?” “That would be that little microchip that I needed.” “That thing!” “I know, it’s tinny. And that makes it perfect. So now, I need to get a hold of Nick, tell him we have to go shopping.” “He hasn’t gotten anything yet?” “No, I told him that I didn’t want to yet; until I knew the size that I was looking at.”

“So, does everything you mine have to come up on this platform?” “There are a few throughout the cave system. This one is the closest to the main entrance, but there’s a rear entrance as well; and that has one. And there are several that are tiny and have a pulley system accessible from the outside of them. Those only can house smaller bits, not people. It makes it helpful to send down lanterns, helmets, extra axes, or to send up gems they’ve gotten without having to get in the lift themselves and take it up.”

It surely wasn’t a diamond. “This is musgravite, one of the rarest stones in the world. And I especially got this made for you. A rare stone for my rare and beautiful woman,” he smiled looking down at the ring and pulling it out of the box. And before I could pull my hand back, he held it and pulled up. I snapped my eyes shut and cursed inwardly. I didn’t really have to look at his face. I had already anticipated his reaction.