As Carpenter sat in his trance revisiting his past, Brother Sebastian was still working on the strange formula that was among Dr. Vincent's notes. Being able to move around in the daylight aided him in his research. He went to the telegraph office and sent a message to the university for some additional reference books from their massive library.The formula was written in Sanskrit as he suspected believed, but some of the...
Back in Sinking Wells: The blacksmith known as Stiles had made great strides with his training. He could ride and rope with the best of the cowboys and his skill with the knife, bullwhip and pistol were better than average. He was considered a loyal and hardworking employee by the owner and was liked by the local folks.He would occasionally request a few days off to attend to family business and his employer always grante...
As soon as Felsar fell asleep the Prince left the wizards lair and headed into the secret passage ways. The chance encounter with Princess Lynette had filled his heart with the desire to see her again. Maybe if he could get her to listen and not scream they could talk as he missed her. As he moved he was surprised at how well he could see in the absence of light. The sounds he had heard that first time with Felsar had fin...
Stiles drove the buggy at breakneck speeds from the farm house back to the train station. Due to the amount of jostling and bouncing Kilgore was forced to hang on tight and refrain from asking any questions lest he bite his tongue or lip. Upon their arrival he told Kilgore to have his engineer run full steam as time was of the essence. Once underway and after downing a few brandies Kilgore finally asked Stiles what was th...
Upon my travels of many life times, I met a strange assortment of creatures, heard rumors of many more and known that either I knew them or they knew me. Very rarely would I come across an old soul that I never heard nor met before. This particular tale is about one I had gotten to know very well after several years. Her name was Lily. I found her early one morning. I don't exactly know why I was out in the woods so early...
Discovery Back in my youth, while pursuing the truth – I enrolled in a program designed to remove life’s mystique through a formal critique of the body, the soul and the mind. Attendees would dwell at a local hotel, in a function of fifty or more comprised of a blend of both women and men who were seeking a path to explore. The place of affair was constructed with care, not a detail was left unaddressed – the chairs were...
We have all heard of Naugahyde. It was used in upholstering custom cars in the 1960’s and 1970’s. But does anyone know where it comes from? Does it come from an animal? Where does it live? What does it eat? How is it gathered? I have wondered about these things for years. After extensive research and hunting of historical and agricultural archives I think I have pieced together the ‘Life of a Nauga’ history. Back in 1930...
Paul stood by the open tent flap, taking a few minutes to enjoy the beautiful gifts nature provided him for free. Looking to the eastern shore, he marveled at the red, orange and yellow explosion of pre-dawn glory heralding a new day. Low on the Western horizon, the nearly full moon lay pale and bloated. In the aerie pre-dawn light a heavy dew clinging to everything that did not move seemed somehow phosphorescent. The fre...
It was a wonder how any of us survived. Speaking from the scene of the wreck, I, a lowly traveler along with my fellow passengers lay scattered along the roadside on Route 42 to Elmsworth.Being one of five survivors proved to be quite a task. First, I made sure all of our wounds were sutured. Each person was able to walk and the city wasn't far. Jamie stayed beside me through the entire journey along the well traveled des...
I am not a monster.I am not evil.I am human. I do not walk on water.I walk on dry land. I may lose my way.I may stumble and fall.I may look for the right path.I may scream and shout for help ....... with only silence as an answer.I may look for a burning bush to guide me… only to find, at best, smoking embers. All I can do is to pick myself up and dust myself off.All I can do is to see where I find myself and what paths l...
Took a journey.And the moments flew.The wings of possible want to spread again.The feel the essences dew.You're of another shore.But the peace found there. Had me yearning for more.And wondering when time will slice through this plight.
