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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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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 – 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 1

The day had gone dark again. It seemed as though someone was constantly playing with the dimmer switch on a lamp. Or, perhaps, heavy clouds were drifting across the sky in front of the sun, casting dark shadows over the land. I looked up—cringing, afraid, knowing what I would see—and stared at a cloudless, purple sky. Read the rest of this entry »

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