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Blood On The Moon ~ the story

This is a short story and poem I wrote when I first started writing. It’s one of my personal favorites. Read it if you have time. I think you’ll find it very interesting.

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001 Blood On the MoonBlood On the Moon was the first short story I wrote when I decided I wanted to try and write. This is the 2015 rewritten version (I hope it’s better than the original). It’s 2170 words long (5 single spaced pages), so print it and read it later if you want. I’ll even email it to you, if you can’t print it off the blog. Click the picture to enlarge and read the poem by the same title.

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Blood On The Moon ~ the story

001 Blood On the MoonBlood On the Moon was the first short story I wrote when I decided I wanted to try and write. This is the 2015 rewritten version (I hope it’s better than the original). It’s 2170 words long (5 single spaced pages), so print it and read it later if you want. I’ll even email it to you, if you can’t print it off the blog. Click the picture to enlarge and read the poem by the same title. Read the rest of this entry »

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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? Read the rest of this entry »

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Blood On The Moon

Stu McPherson is hosting Poetics: Nightmare Verse over at the dVerse Poets Pub this afternoon, and it just so happens I can accomodate the subject with another of my poems written in 1998. I wrote a story with the same title and subject matter, which was originally titled “Dust To Dust”, and was the first short story I wrote when I began writing in 1995. I had wanted to write since high school, but felt I did not have the education to do it. Sherry told me if I would write, she would edit, and so here we are, seventeen years later. She doesn’t edit everything I write these days, but she probably should! Read the rest of this entry »

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Blood On The Moon ~ the story

This–Blood On The Moon–was the first story I wrote when I began to write in earnest. I actually scribbled the first part of it down on a legal tablet as Sherry, her friend, Summer, and I were on our way to Houston from Austin one Saturday. Read the rest of this entry »

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Blood On The Moon

This is another of my poems written in 1998. It too has a story with the same name. The story was originally titled “Dust To Dust”, and was the first story I wrote when I began writing in 1995. I had wanted to write since high school, but felt I did not have the education to do it. Sherry told me if I would write, she would edit, and so here we are, thirteen years later. She still edits everything I write, and I couldn’t do this without her. Read the rest of this entry »

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Blood On The Moon – Part 5

The boy’s eyes began to widen; his frown turned down even more, and he raised a fist in the air. I watched as his eyes grew until they were covering the top half of his face then he lowered his tiny fist and ran it across his eyes. A voice in my head said, “He sees everything.” Read the rest of this entry »

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Blood On The Moon – Part 4

As I slept, I dreamed; sometimes vivid, often strange, but always, chilling, frightening dreams. Creatures came into my darkness and stood staring at me. A cat, one front leg missing, stood at my feet and looked up at me with dark, questioning eyes. It blinked, and the missing leg was there as if it had never been gone. A gust of hot air blew across my feet then the cat was not there. Read the rest of this entry »

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Blood On The Moon – Part 3

Days seemed to slide by quickly, and my memory ebbed and pulsed, much like the sun. At times images from the past were clear and vivid in my mind, at other times they were jumbled and confused, even strange and surreal on occasion. Read the rest of this entry »

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Blood On The Moon – Part 2

It was sudden… I suppose; sudden to me at any rate. The cold war was long over, and everything was going along pretty well if you ignored the occasional crap from Hussein or one of those clowns. But they posed no real threat. Did they? Hell, it was probably one of them that blew everything up. Who knows? But still… why me? How, and why, had I alone survived? Read the rest of this entry »

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