The End

This is kind of an odd post, but then, hey, it’s me; what do you expect? Sonia G Medeiros has asked that we write a one hundred word beginning, or ending, to a story, and I knew I had the one she was looking for. The following is the last 100 words of my very first short story, “Blood on the Moon”. The story was originally titled, Dust to Dust, but if you read the story or it’s twin poem, you will probably appreciate the name change. In any case, we’ll see what Ms. Sonia thinks of the ending, and if anyone is interested, you can read the story and/or poem by clicking on the links following this little segment. Ah’ight den?The Last 100 words of the short story, “Blood on the Moon”.

Confusion ruled my senses, my feet turned suddenly cold, and the powdered earth undulated and shifted as though something evil were writhing beneath me.

I turned my head slowly and stared wide-eyed at the place where I had last seen the Christ; He was still there, arms outstretched, waiting patiently for me.

I looked down; no longer confused.

Cold shame washed over me, as another low moan filled the night, and the moon began to cry; a mournful, soft wailing.

I stared at the four bloodstained nails lying in the dust at my feet… and I cried with the moon.

 Copyright © 1995 C. Mashburn

The Poem: Blood on the Moon

The Story: Blood on the Moon

Check out the contest on Sonia G Medeiros’ blog! —> First Impressions & Famous Last Words


  1. Sherry Mashburn said

    Wow! The story was a powerful one, but reading the ending by itself is . . . WOW! Words fail.

  2. In place of my usual wow…incredible…not loosely used.
    The last line is superb.

    Siggi in Downeast Maine

  3. I really want to read the beginning…

  4. Abby Kelly said

    OH WOW! What a fantastic image. I think I felt that very way this Easter morning. It was a new feeling for me. I heard the Lord say, “Why do you focus so much on expressing and increasing your love for me, when you could focus eternally on my love for you which is so much better?”
    Truly, my love for Him can only grow in proportion to how well I understand His love and sacrifice for me.

    • I know what you mean, Abby! Focus is my new favorite word!
      Thanks for the visit and comment!

  5. I love this. Very powerful. I definitely want to read the rest of the story now and that last line especially will linger with me.

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