
RLMcCormick Writes
Things that you might want to read
These might be a bit spooky
Carrying Light Into The Dark Forest
With no other options, they began a slow and determined descent of the wooded slopes that led into the darkest and deepest part of the forest. It was cooler, darker, and more fragrant there. Carrying light into the dark forest makes you aware of your own every action. They knew it could also make them a target.
Down In The Basement
Bending over I lifted up the large flat cardboard boxes, causing dust and tiny spiders to scatter like a tsunami across the hard smooth floor.
Leaning the cardboard against the wall, I bent down and pulled back the tight iron bolts that held the small wooden cellar door in place. Grabbing the old iron handles I . . .
The Rock Ring
The boys’ Great Uncle was a bit of a strange man. He had been a shaman wizard. His Great Uncle did things that both frightened and amazed the young lad. But now the boy had grown up, and alone in the private secluded family cemetery, staring down at his Great Uncles grave, the boy was a man, and not so frightened. He was a man that was now greedy and full of hope and expectations. It was Spring, and the winds blew warm in the gentle sunshine of a fine clear day.