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It was a non-productive morning; I have been sitting here starring out of the window at the beautiful snow topped mountains for the longest time. I work in the back room of an inner city flat. “Maybe some coffee will help perk me up,” I thought. I went outside to fill the kettle with water from the barrel. I sense something nearby, and when I turned, I saw a white wolf; it was coming down from the mountains. The wolf kept coming down the slope, and when he got a few feet away from me and my flat, he stopped.

The wolf was just staring at me, I felt very uneasy, and so I started to back away slowly toward the entrance of my residence. I made it to the front door, and bit by bit, I entered my flat, and locked the door. One while I thought he was going to start charging at me, but that was not the case. After I felt safe, inside my flat, I looked out the window and he was still there. He was a lone white pure wolf with pale green eyes.

I gazed out the window at the wolf for a while, he did not look threatening, and he just stood there as if he was waiting for something or someone. I made coffee and tried to enjoy it, but the thought of a wolf outside my home is just too much to bare.  I decided not to waste my day trying to figure out the mind frame of a lone wolf. I am inside the flat now, safe, sound and no longer in danger.  I went back to my room and tried to concentrate on work.

Soon after I settled at my desk, I heard a loud crash. I jumped up to see what was going on. It sounds like it came from the back of the house, so I grabbed my antique bat and ease toward the back of the flat, to  my  surprise a man broke into the back window and  was stealing food from my fridge and he headed back out the window. I yelled and yelled for him to stop, but he kept going. I looked out the broken window, and the wolf was standing there waiting. When the man ran out with my stolen goods, the wolf jumped him and everything the man was holding, fell to the ground. The man struggled to get up,  and he finally did. Then, he took off running and the wolf behind him.

Wolves have a sense about danger, not only for themselves, but for humans also. The wolf came down from the mountains, to protect me from the man who broke my window and stole my food. I come to realize this, because as soon as the wolf chase the man away, he went back up the mountains, and had not been seen since. I thanked my lucky stars for that wolf.

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Flashing News

ufo-146685_640Three men lives were interrupted one afternoon by an announcement going across the television screen. Taylor, Christopher and Marvin all live in different states, but the announcement was heard by all three men, and apparently the only ones to see this information. What they read is there is an unknown object in the general vicinity of Macon, Georgia. The U.S. armed force insists that it is a high altitude surveillance balloon. Some people in the armed forces believe that the military covered up the recovery of an alien spacecraft. Two aliens left the ship on foot and went northeast; they have not been found.

This incident happens on January 6, 1956, it was a mild cool day with rain in the forecast. It was business as usual. No one knew about the spacecraft or the aliens except for the armed forces and the three men that saw the information on screen. That happen at 11:00 a.m. After that one news flash, it was not mention again. Amazed, the three men were curious about the aliens. They then decided to go to Macon, Georgia.

Taylor lives in Amsterdam; he owns a video store there. He is a short chubby man with blonde hair and brown eyes; he has a warm smile and likes to dress casual He flew all the way from Amsterdam to see what was going on. When he heard about the aliens, his head was filled with questions. Taylor checked into a local hotel, and rested a bit before getting a bite for dinner.

Christopher lives in Arkansas; he is a Registered Nurse and works at St Pauls hospital. He is medium build; wears a low haircut, dark eyes, and a pleasant smile. He is wearing brown khaki pants, a white polo shirt and brown loafer shoes. He is also interested in the aliens that landed in Macon, Georgia. He is worried that if they do not catch the aliens, they may be a danger to society.

Marvin lives in Washington; he owns a restaurant called Peppers. He is a thin tall man with curly brown hair; he has dark brown eyes, and a welcoming smile. He wears black jeans, jacket to match, a white shirt and black shoes. Marvin’s reaction to the news about the aliens is. Why the two aliens walk away? Is anyone trying to find them? What will they do when the aliens are found? Marvin is very concerned as to what will happen, when they find the aliens.

The three men arrived in Macon, Georgia thirty minutes apart and they ended up in the same restaurant, and as luck would have it; they all set at the same table. All men greeted each other, and Taylor asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.

“Did any of you hear about a spaceship that landed here a few hours ago?”  Taylor asked.

“Why yes, that’s the reason I am here, there was a news flash across the television screen.”

Christopher replied.

“Yes, I saw the news flash across my television screen too.” Marvin added.

“I think I will ask someone about the news, and see if anyone knows anything, because something is peculiar around here,” Christopher said.

Christopher asked the waiter if he heard anything about a spacecraft or aliens that left on foot, he said no, and he was very surprised about what Christopher had asked him. Then, the waiter started asking people he work with if they heard anything like that, and they said no. Christopher is puzzled, and he thought, why is it that no one knows about the spacecraft and the aliens that left on foot?

Back at the table, Christopher told the guys that no one has heard anything. The guys tried to figure out why no one knows anything and they could not come up with a practical answer.

“Man that is confusing, no one knows anything,” said Christopher.

“They may not have been home when the news flash appeared or they may have missed it,” replied Taylor.

“Whatever the reason, I did see the news flash,” replied Marvin.

After the guys finished eating, they decided to take a walk around town, to see what can be discovered. However, before they could get out of the door good, something happen, Taylor heard a strange noise, then he turned around and saw human aliens in the restaurant eating a meal.

“Hey guys look!” Taylor said excitedly.

“Everyone here is an alien what should we do?” Marvin asked, his voice wavering.

“Probably nothing, it is their town; only thing we can do is get out of here!” Christopher said.

The guys could not believe they left their safe, secure, and normal surroundings for this. The strange creatures head is triangle shape; their eyes are as big as a baseball, no nose to be seemed and a very little mouth. Their bodies are very thin, and you cannot tell if it is male or female. One thing you can tell is they are hungry. They ate as if that would be their last meal. After seeing the aliens, Taylor went to find a bathroom, for he got sick just from looking at the aliens and found one there as he opened the bathroom door. When Taylor came out, he was an alien. Christopher and Marvin did not know what to do. They both ran out of the restaurant door and no one ever heard from them since.

Sometimes it does not pay to run all over the globe, go to a strange place you know nothing about, and expect everything to turn out honky dory. That is exactly what Taylor, Christopher, and Marvin did. If they would have took the time to  research the town Macon, Georgia, then they would have found out that aliens is the norm for that town.  They thought once they got to Macon, Georgia, it will be in disorder, but instead it did not turn to chaos until they got there. That is why it is best to gather all the information you can about a place before arriving. With a bit of luck everything will be normal.

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6 Reasons Writers Can’t Write….

You are right! there are times when you think, I’m never going to get a chance to write this story because there is always something to do before that. Just keep pushing.

Creative Writing with the Crimson League

Haven't I heard that already? From you? Six times?

Writing fiction is never easy, for so many reasons…. reasons that can easily become excuses to put off getting back to the blank page.

I know that I go through periods of excitement and fun with my fiction, and period when for, one reason or another, I just can’t even open a document. I can’t even think about opening a document.

I believe, though, that writing fiction is part of who I am. So when the going gets tough, I try to examine why exactly it is that I can’t get to writing, or I can’t get excited about writing.

Here are six things, that in different times or in various combinations, have prevented me from writing. It’s important to do your best to understand why the task feels daunting when it becomes that way. Often it’s easy to blame the BIG reason, the obvious reason, when the true barrier…

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Terror on a Train


Aunt Maggie hurried pass me, and ignored my presence after she got off the train. What happen? She walked so quickly it was as if someone or something was after her, she had the most distressful look on her face. The train station was filled with activity, it was thirty degrees, foggy, and misty in Portland this evening and everyone was trying to stay warm until their train arrives. People were busy on their computers; some were buying snacks and drinks. I notice the smell of fresh pretzels, and popcorn. A big red sign in the middle of the station indicates where to go for tickets.

I watch Aunt Maggie to see if she would turn around when I called out to her, but she didn’t, she entered the cab as swiftly as she walked, and then she was gone.  On November 20, 2014, I agreed to pick my aunt Maggie up at the station. She arrived on the 10:00 evening train coming from Rutland, Vermont to Portland, Maine. She normally comes for a visit every year around the holidays.

This is not like my Aunt Maggie; she must have encountered a problem on the train. She is a lovable person, honest, and apparently afraid of something. I better go home, because that is where she will be. When I got home, there Aunt Maggie was waiting on the cold leaf covered damp terrace.

My Aunt Maggie’s name is Margret Johnson. She is a 55-year-old and very mature. Aunt Maggie has a rose pink complexion with brown eyes, shoulder length auburn hair, and she is 5 feet 7 inches tall. She loves people and works as a Registered Nurse.  She has a brown and blonde colored chow dog name Snow. She reads a lot in her spare time and likes horses. She lives in Rutland, Vermont. She eats a boiled egg, toast, and two strips of bacon almost every morning for breakfast. She loves iced tea with lemon. When she is nervous, she grinds her teeth. Her husband died a couple of years ago, that was a very sad time for her.

“Aunt Maggie, are you alright?” Charlotte asked worriedly.

“I’m sorry Charlotte, no I’m not alright,” Aunt Maggie replied with her head in her hands.

“Well will you please tell me what is wrong?”

“Could I have something to drink first?” asked Aunt Maggie.

“Sure,” replied Charlotte.

“I saw a man get strangled to death while I was on the train. The man who did it knows I saw him.”

“I heard a strange noise, and I turned around, then I saw this man pulled the stocking from around the other gentleman’s neck. He looked up and saw me gazing at him, and I turned back around in my seat instantly.”

“That is the same man that got into the cab behind me. He followed me home, now he knows where we live,” said Aunt Maggie wiping tears from her eyes.

Aunt Maggie is so upset and frighten, we must call the authorities to alert them to what has happen, if not that man will get away with murder. I decided that we go down to the police station together, so Aunt Maggie can tell her story. She didn’t want to go at first, so I had to convince her it was important for our safety.

Once we got inside the police station, it was very busy: there were officers pounding away at their computers, people at the desk making complaints, and some were being hand cuff and taken down stairs to jail, and not freely, I might add, they were fighting it all the way. My aunt and I got in line to tell what she saw and there were at least eight people ahead of us. We waited and waited, and then finally it was our turn.

“Yes sir, after he killed the man, he sat him up in the chair and put newspaper in front of him to help cover up what he done. Then he looked around to see if anyone was watching, and he caught me starring in his direction.”

“He came over to where I was sitting, and he threaten me. He said if I tell anyone what I saw, he would hunt me down and do the same thing to me and my family.”

Just then a call came in on the radio saying an unidentified man was found dead on the train about an hour ago. That confirms my Aunt Maggie’s story. Now they just need to find the man who did it. The officer advised us to stay with other family members or check into a hotel, since this man knows where we live. We took the officers advice and went to a hotel not far from the police station; the Comfort Inn is not a bad place to live for a few days, so we checked in and found they have lots of amenities. You get free breakfast, and free high speed internet. The beds are comfortable and the rates are reasonable.

My Aunt Maggie and I settled into our temporary quarters, and we decided to have some dinner. I ordered up dinner for my aunt Maggie and myself, so as to make everything as normal as possible. I didn’t want her to worry or be on edge. I turned on the TV, and then the murder’s face flash across the screen. His name is Clyde Broman.

“That’s him, that’s him,” Aunt Maggie screech.

I quickly turned the set off. After that, I tried to calm my Aunt Maggie again. Then I heard a knock on the door, “Dinner is here auntie.” I yelled. But when I opened the door, there’s no food. It’s a man holding a gun straight at me, and I backed up and let the man in the room.

“He’s the murder,” cried Aunt Maggie.

“Shut up, you nosey old bity, or I’ll blow your head off,” Broman said holding the gun on Aunt Maggie and looking around the room.

“Sir, please leave our room, we don’t mean you any harm,” I said nervously.

“Sit down and don’t say another word,” said Broman anxiously.

“I saw you and your aunt at the police station spilling your guts, but if they catch me you best believe my friends are going to take my place,” said the cruel man.

That dreadful man is holding us hostage; we are still waiting on dinner, hopefully they have not forgotten us. Maybe I could give someone a signal that we are in trouble. Everyone is quiet, looking at one another, no one knows what the other person is thinking, planning or what their intensions are, especially Broman.

Dinner came and as I got up to answer the door,  Broman held the gun to my head, to make sure I don’t say any more than necessary.

“Enjoy your dinner,” said the waiter.

“Are you alright Miss Charlotte, is there anything else I could get you?” asked the waiter.

“Why yes, if you could bring me a cola instead,” giving the waiter a peculiar look and he agreed.

“Look Mister, you don’t have to keep waving that gun around. I said.

“If you know what’s good for you ma’am, (he poked her in the head with his gun) you will sit down and shut up, like your auntie over there”.

We tried to eat our dinner, but under the circumstances, neither I nor my aunt had any appetite. We just pick at our food, hoping something will happen to get this intruder out of our lives forever. He sat there and watched us the whole time. All I could do is comfort my Aunt Maggie.

I enjoy it when Aunt Maggie comes for a visit during the holidays, she spreads so much cheer, and it makes everyone around her benefit from the season. If you are feeling down or depress she’ll help you to snap out of it. There are so many things to see and do this time of the year. She has been coming here to celebrate the holidays for over twelve years now. She has made it a tradition to visit Maine annually.

The murderer still held the gun on us and he watched my aunt and me like a hawk watching a chicken. I thought about the waiter, did he think something suspicious when I looked at him strange?

The phone rang; it seems as if the ring is louder, than normal. I thought maybe that’s a sign we may get help. When I reach to answer the phone, Broman yelled, “Don’t even think about it.” So the phone rang and rang. Minutes after that, someone pound on the door.

“Open up,” said the loud roar of a voice on the other side of the door.

When I heard that sound, I silently rejoiced. Finally, we have help. But just at that second the murderer grabbed me and held the gun to my back. The police kicked the door open and shot the murderer in the head; he fell to the floor and was dead on the spot. The pictures on the wall shook when he hit the floor. I ran to hug the waiter, and thanked him. My Aunt Maggie is so relieved that the murderer is stopped. She ran and hugged everyone in the room.

“What a relief, let’s go home,” Aunt Maggie suggested.

“Not so fast, said the officer. I question people on the train, and they saw you sitting and having a conversation with this man.”

“Why that can’t be true,” said Charlotte.

“It’s not true,” Aunt Maggie declared.

“I’m going to have to take you in for questioning, there’s more to this murder. I found a woman’s personal item next to the same seat Broman was sitting in,” the officer said.

My Aunt Maggie was handcuffed and taken in for questioning. I can’t believe this is happening. Finally they got the true story that it wasn’t my aunt Maggie that sat next to the murderer, it was another woman. Thank God!

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