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Once upon a time, there lived a mother wolf with her three cubs. Her cubs had grown large and were playing in the den. They played rough and tumble games, growling and snapping in pretend battles. Their bellies felt empty that day and soon they stopped their play to rest. It was tiring, preparing for when someday they too would take their place in th… Continue

Well, my children and I went graveyard video shooting yesterday. We went to an Indian graveyard first and then we went out to an old cemetery by Whiskeytown Lake next. The week before, a woman had been kidnapped and taken out to that particular cemetery and strangled. Next, we went to Old Shasta to the Early Pioneer gravesite. Up the hill from this one is an even older cemetery. We were fine for a while we hiked up to the oldest cemetery, but discovered locked gates. The Parks are keeping it loc… Continue

This is a new part to my continuing story A Boy to A Troll. :)

The boy looked at his hands where the blisters were starting to rise. He looked towards the witch as she noisily slopped her soup; the hogs at his home ate with more grace. He wondered as to his lot. What was to become of him? He squared his shoulders and prepared to ask the witch for some of the hot soup.
“Lady, may I have some of your delicious soup?” He asked tentatively.

The witch looked at the boy where he sat across from her.… Continue

Sorry Moar, you haven't seen me lately. I just turned inward for a while. I entered a blog contest at Livevideo for short horror story. I wanted to share it with you as well. I hope to make a vlog soon to catch up with you all, and I plan to spend some time watching videos tomorrow and try to see what my friends have been up to at Moar!!! Here is my story I entitled it The Wisp.

The Wisp is as old as original sin. That's when the Wisp was created; the moment that Eve bit into the apple. God was… Continue

I went to see him last evening and took my children with me to say goodbye to their grandfather. He lay struggling to breathe seemingly unresponsive to the pressure of my hand as I held his. The children and I crowded close as we looked fondly for what was to be the last time at my grandfather. The doctor has warned the family that his heart not going to survive much longer and asked that everyone make their final visits last evening. Grandpa died at midnight, so he lived just to greet the new d… Continue