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Pronto; Sangre Negra: Metamorfosis

La ciudad en que vivo es de la variedad peque√Īa y s√≥lo hay casas para alrededor de 1000 almas.
No somos exactamente el tipo que sigue el ritmo de los tiempos.
Todav√≠a tenemos Internet “dial-up” y no hay ninguna se√Īal de que vamos a conseguir nada m√°s.
Nuestra economía local proviene de dos fuentes; de la fábrica de cajas y la mina fuera de la ciudad.
Ambos han tra√≠do a nuestra ciudad n√ļmero de habitantes de forma considerable en los √ļltimos a√Īos.
Esta ciudad ten√≠a s√≥lo 50 personas en ella cuando se inicio hace 80 a√Īos.

Mi abuela contaba historias de peleas y cómo tenía problemas incluso cuando había la menor cantidad de verduras.
Parece que esta ciudad estaba destinado a morir pronto, pero entonces sucedió algo extraordinario.
Seg√ļn cuenta la historia, al parecer un joven buscador de oro fue a las monta√Īas y encontr√≥ este mineral que era muy raro y traer√≠a enormes cantidades de ingresos para la ciudad.
Nadie sabía de dónde venía, sólo que solía aparecer cuando la ciudad estaba a punto de ser abandonada.
Desde ese día, las cosas en la ciudad mejoraron considerablemente y ha experimentado un crecimiento poblacional por primera vez.
Este crecimiento continuó su tendencia con la apertura de la fábrica de cajas.

La planta y la mina dio tanto trabajo a la gente del pueblo que comenzaron a necesitar m√°s gente para mantener la demanda del mineral.
Un reclutamiento fue en su lugar en los a√Īos 60 y m√°s pronto muchos vinieron a alimentarse de la buena suerte de la ciudad.

Nac√≠ en esta ciudad a principios de los a√Īos 90 y cuando tuve la edad suficiente empec√© a trabajar en la mina y luego asumi√≥ un papel de gerente en la planta.
Me di cuenta unos pocos a√Īos despu√©s de que ten√≠a las habilidades para vivir de la tierra y decid√≠ en un estilo de vida mayor.
Cuando cumplí 18, empecé a tener estos dolores de cabeza severos y cegadores que me empezaron a debilitar.
He encontrado la ayuda de las √ļnicas personas en la ciudad que eran capaces de hacerlo.
Era una médica que se ha planteado en esta ciudad y fue la tercera generación de su familia que lo hacía.
Su padre y su abuelo eran los due√Īos anteriores de la pr√°ctica que ahora pose√≠a.

Entr√© en su oficina hoy, “Me vendr√≠a bien un poco m√°s de la medicina que le di hace un mes”, dijo.

“¬ŅLos dolores de cabeza empeoran o son lo mismo?”

Le dije que yo pensaba que eran lo mismo, pero esta ma√Īana me despert√© en la cocina de mi casa y no en mi dormitorio.

“Se podr√≠a estar desarrollando un trastorno de sonambulismo, junto con los dolores de cabeza.
Le voy a recetar algo.
Sólo recuerde que debe mantener un registro de los síntomas.
Si se ponen peor; tendremos que decidir sobre algo m√°s serio para tratarlo.
Por ahora, quiero que lleve un registro de su cama y tomar notas de los sue√Īos que tienes”.

“¬ŅCrees que mis sue√Īos tienen algo que ver con los dolores de cabeza y el sonambulismo?”

“No lo s√©, pero todo es posible”.

“Bueno, t√ļ eres el m√©dico y un poderoso multa mirando eso”.

“Usted dice lo mismo cada vez que viene a mi Billy, y estoy casada todav√≠a, as√≠ que no tienes oportunidad de conseguir nada de esto”.
Ella deslizó sus manos por encima de su cuerpo para ilustrar su punto.

“No puedes culpar a un hombre por intentar”.
√Čl le sonri√≥ y la mir√≥ a ella voltearse de √©l.
Esos mahones ajustados que ella siempre usaba, me daban un problema indicador, que me hizo correr de la habitación a toda prisa.
Como tal, no quería que ella viera el efecto que tuvo en mí.

Al salir de la oficina del doctor, escuché Ian hablar con el alguacil local.
√Čl estaba diciendo “Alguacil mira, anoche uno de mis m√°s preciadas vacas fue asesinada.
Su garganta se redujo y fue pr√°cticamente destrozada.
Ahora, yo pago tu sueldo y quiero que se haga algo sobre esto “

El Alguacil Wilkins dijo: “Ian, no s√© lo que quieres que haga.
Probablemente fue un oso salvaje que baj√≥ de las monta√Īas para comer algo.
Simplemente trate de mantener a sus animales encerrados en la noche.
Voy a enviar un delegado a tomarle declaración y investigar un poco, pero esa es lo maximo de mis favores.
Si me disculpas, hay una hamburguesa en Di que est√° llamando mi nombre “.

Ian resopló y echaba humo como el alguacil se va con las manos en las caderas.

Durante los dos d√≠as siguientes hubo m√°s mutilaciones de animales, y el √ļltimo sali√≥ de la finca del propietario de la planta.
√Čl hizo tanto esc√°ndalo con el alguacil que vino a m√≠ en busca de ayuda.

Oí su camión que venía por mi entrada de grava con trozos de piedras rebotando a lo largo del lado del vehículo.
Se detuvo frente a mi caba√Īa de 2 dormitorios y sali√≥.
Vine a saludarlo con mi perro Perdigones.
Lo llamé así porque me pareció que le dispararon en el bosque con Perdigones en el trasero cuando lo encontre.
El veterinario cuid√≥ muy bien de √©l y cuando √©l estaba lo suficientemente bien como para salir, me lo llev√© de all√≠. √Čl se ha convertido en mi compa√Īero y amigo.
Yo acababa de cumplir 21 y recibí mi licencia para cazar finalmente sin hacerlo detrás de las leyes de espalda.
El alguacil sab√≠a que yo hab√≠a estado buscando y siguiendolo desde que ten√≠a s√≥lo 10 a√Īos y mientras yo segu√≠a su congelador lleno de carne de ciervo, el alguacil estaba dispuesto a mirar hacia otro lado.

“Oye Billy, me preguntaba si no te molestaria hacerme un s√≥lido.
Hay un animal salvaje yendo alrededor de las granjas de la ciudad y matando ganado de la manera m√°s brutal.
S√© que has estado rastreando y cazando desde hace a√Īos y la esperanza de que usted ser√≠a tan amable de echar un vistazo.
Hay una cena de bistec para usted si esta deacuerdo.
Mar√≠a y yo te tenemos una y te dar√© a comer como un rey “.

Este es uno de mis libros mas recientes, que estara disponible ahora en otro lenguaje.

Con muchas felicitaciones, Elle A.

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Coming Soon; A story told by the moon: The Tenth Romance

This is one of my most recent books.

It was a warm summertime morning in New york city, many people, were moving to and from the terraced entrance to the structure real estate the lecture spaces, lunch hall and offices of Green Point High School in Northern Brooklyn. Nikki was hurrying up the stairs. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of Eugene; the boy whose seat was simply behind her own in her brand-new class. She had never contacted him previously. Instantly, she hit her leg against the concrete, missed an action and fell; she nevertheless supported herself with her hands and saved her head from crashing against the edge of a stair.

“Oh!” “Is she alright?” Nikki heard the concerned voice say, but it didn’t stop her from feeling that this was a total disaster. She might feel a little discomfort on her left knee, but otherwise, she felt fine. She could not help thinking that Eugene had seen her fall. She started to pick up her books that were now strewn on the staircase. She had actually picked up, three of her notes, and was looking around on the floor for the fourth one, when the person she had wished that had not seen her fall, handed it to her.

“Here.” Eugene said.

“Thank you” Nikki muttered, taking her book and straightening up.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

Great! Nikki thought, now he was going to act all worried about rubbing the shame of her fall in. But she responded “Just fine.” and started walking into the hall, to the locker section. From the corner of her eye, she might see Eugene walk to his closet as well. The bell rang and Nikki went to her class. She found Eugene currently seated in the desk behind her as usual; she took her seat.

At lunch time, people spilled into the lunch room to have their lunch, Nikki had not made many friends since she came to Green Point community High. In truth, except for occasionally welcoming one lady or another, she had not made any friends at all. She walked alone to the counter, as she was going to find a table with a cup of juice and some sandwich on her tray, she thought she caught a glimpse of Eugene, she looked to be sure it was him; Unexpectedly, she felt her tray crash against something, when she turned she exclaimed.

“Omigosh!”

Her tray had crashed against a boy and her cup had tumbled over, spilling a good amount of juice on the boy’s shirt.

“Hey!” the boy said, considering the mess Nikki’s juice had actually made on his shirt. Nikki might feel the eyes of the pupils in the room on her; she began to say she was sorry however her apologies just served to make the boy grow angrier.

“This is an Umbro shirt lady!”

The boy rolled his eyes, shook his head and began to walk away.

“It was a mistake.” Nikki whispered, even more to herself than to anyone else.

The boy who was currently walking away stopped and stated,

“She still talking.”

He turned and was coming towards a still motionless Nikki, when out of the blue, Eugene stepped in front of the boy.

“Relax guy, she is sorry.”

From the way Eugene touched the boy’s shoulder, it was noticeable to Nikki that they knew each other.

“She ruined my Umbro Eugene.”

“I have an extra shirt in my locker.”

The guy looked at Eugene then at Nikki, and said.

“I have an extra shirt in my locker too.”

With that the boy turned and walked away.

Slowly, the eyes started to turn away from Nikki, and she prayed that the sting of the event would only stick around for a short while. A prayer she thought was unexpected to happen. Why was today such a bad one for her? She had started to experience the past couple of weeks without being noticed or tagged the awkward new girl. If she continued to proceed as she had done today, Nikki was sure she was not going to like her last year in high school. She had managed to get through her previous school to eleventh grade, with very few friends and virtually unnoticed. She questioned why in one day, she would now have the opportunity of being known herself. She looked at Eugene as he walked towards her, two times now, he had seen her get into scandalous circumstances. She simply did not know how to react to him. She said a barely audible ‘thank you’ and walked to a table, dropped her tray and left the lunch room. She would rather go without lunch than let her experience sink into the minds of all the people in that room, she thought.

Nikki lived on North 14th Street, a couple of blocks after the recreational recreation area alongside the school; her home was fairly close to the school. So when the bell rang to signify the end of the school day, Nikki placed her books in her bag and started the stroll home. She was crossing the leisure recreation area, when she heard the sound of hurried steps behind her. She turned only to find it was Eugene, walking slowly towards her. When he got to where she stood, he brought to light a brown envelope from his pocket and handed it to her.

“Uh … sorry I found this on your work desk after you had gone. I think you dropped it.”

Nikki took the envelope from him, knowing what it was; a letter she had actually written to deliver to her father, asking if he would visit her for her birthday. She had changed her mind about sending it anyhow and had not closed the envelope. She prayed Eugene had not read it.

“Thank you. But … did you read it?”

“The envelope was not closed and I had to find the owner, so … I did read it.”

Well so just what? Nikki thought. After all she was not the first or only individual in New York, whose mom and dad were divorced.

“James said he was sorry about his reaction.”

“James? You mean the guy at the lunch room?”

“Yeah, he simply get nervous when talking with girls.”

“Especially the ones that spill juice on his shirt.”

They both smiled.

Nikki thanked Eugene again and was about to go when Eugene said hurriedly,

“Can I see you for your birthday?”

Nikki smiled. She had not welcomed anybody for her birthday; she had actually not made any type of friends yet. Neither had she ever before invited anybody for her birthday for as long as she might remember. The leads of having one extra individual for dinner with her mom, appeared very good and in that second of pleasure, she said,

“It’s okay; I will tell you when I shall be expecting you.”

“Alright, thanks a lot.”

With that, Nikki turned and proceeded home; and Eugene went his way too.

For the rest of the week, school went on for Nikki and Eugene uneventfully. Nikki continued to sit at her work desk and Eugene at his. Just as they began to make short chats like; ‘can I borrow your pencil?’ ‘Just what did the instructor say about this assignment?’ and stuff like that.

Friday was Nikki’s Birthday; it was the 8th of June. She went to school, wearing the zebra stripped blouse her mom had given her as a gift that early morning, over a black denim jean. When she got to her workdesk, she found a blue work desk note stuck on it. She pulled it off, it read

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKKI

It will soon be available on your E-reader, and I hope you will enjoy it.

Best Regards

-Elle A.

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FREE Book Promotion : Blood Noir: Metamorphosis – Dec. 14th Only.

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Blood Noir: Metamorphosis

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Newly Released; “Blood Noir: Metamorphosis

Blood Noir: Metamorphosis

A town is cursed with werewolves that roam the night killing animals and human alike. The town is unaware of their affliction and thinks that there is a mass murderer loose. The sheriff approaches a local hunter to track the murderous animal. He is plagued by headaches and nightmares that he just can’t seem to understand. They find him in odd parts of the town in the morning. He has a problem with sleepwalking and confides in the beautiful doctor in town about his problem. She knows more than she is telling him, but secrets have a way of getting out.


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Newly Released; “The Man in The Blue Suit”

The Man in the Blue Suit

The young man, Christopher Mike Baeling works for a company called Global IT. During one of his sales, all of the computers in the company go wrong in a period of time that is just too fast. When he begins to check, he finds himself threatened. Even he himself doesn’t know if he can handle what he got himself into.


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Newly Released; “The Diamond Dog”

The Diamond Dog
Clara Safira, a pretty American-Asiatic teen, travels to Rio de Janeiro in order to protect her dog Blake from a group of men who want to steal it for no clear reason. There she meets Edwin Bartolomeo, a Brazilian young man and immediately falls in admiration for him.

The dog thieves succeed to track her down to Rio de Janeiro but she escapes back to Kentucky accompanied by Edwin who has decided to assist her in resolving the mystery behind Blake. Together they will elaborate strategies to discover why Clara’s Dog is so wanted.


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Coming soon; “The Diamond Dog”

This is one of the newest stories that i have been working on.
It was a hot Monday afternoon at Rio De Janeiro. I was walking through the streets of Rio admiring the villas. I sat down on a public bench found in a small public garden. I saw a newspaper boy pass by with a pile of newspapers dating of this morning. I had read it earlier in the morning but I had left my copy at my apartment. I made a hand sign to the newspaper boy who immediately ran to me stretching a newspaper. I grabbed the paper and gave him a coin and he bowed in a respectful manner and left. I started flipping through the pages. I stopped to read an article about dogs when coincidentally a young lady appeared in front of me accompanied by three dogs. I lifted my look from my paper and noticed she was a nice looking Asian girl with very long dark hair. She was about 5.12 feet tall and could weigh approximately 143.3 pounds. I tried to guess her age but I couldn’t. She smiled at me and sat down near me. I looked back into my article as to say I’m busy and I’m not interested in any talks with a stranger. I continued reading the article on dogs even though I wasn’t very concentrated in my reading anymore. I was very attentive to all that was happening around me without letting anyone notice my attention. The lady threw dog biscuits from a little silver colored bag to her dogs which ran around her as if they wanted to tie her with their laces. Then she turned and spoke to me;
“You like dogs too,” she said with a smile. “I can see you reading that article in today’s paper” she continued.
I knew that I was obliged to answer if not I could be looked upon as a racist.
“Not really, but I don’t hate them either,” I said.
“Can you hold the laces of my dogs for a minute please I need to fix my shoes, they are getting uncomfortable, she said.
Once more I had no other choice than to accept. I dropped my paper and took the laces from her with a smile. She bowed down to fix her shoes while I took the time to admire her dogs. She had two black pit bulls and a small brown German Shepard that looked like it was born just a month ago. The German Shepard came closer to me and I started touching it around the collar. The lady sat up and looked at me as if she wasn’t going to get her dogs back.
“I guess you have fallen under the charm of Blake, my favorite” she said while pushing my hand away from his collar in a playful way.
I didn’t want to keep up with that conversation so I stood, rolled up my newspaper and said;
“I have to go. I have some things to do home.”
“Me too” she said. “So which way are you going?” she replied.
“I am going south” I said. I knew that the lady is probably a tourist so she won’t leave in the south of Rio where the poor lived. I actually leaved east around the beach but I was trying to avoid her company.
“Oh what a coincidence,” she said. “I live that way too so we can walk along together. I live at glass glow hotel.”
When I heard that I decided to give up the fight. After all, it isn’t every day that you walk home with a pretty Asian. She didn’t request for her dogs. We started walking southwards and I walked by her.
“We didn’t have a proper introduction” she said as we crossed the last pretty villas. “I’m Clara Safira, I’m from. Lexington, Kentucky, USA. I’m 19 years old and I’m here for a short holiday.”
It is then that I noticed she did not have an Asiatic accent in speech. I did same:
“I’m Edwin Ricardo Bartolomeo but you can call me Rob. I live here in Rio since childhood.” We were approaching a friend’s house when I had an idea on how to get away from her;
“I live there” I said pointing to my friend’s house on the other side of the road.
I handed over the dogs to her with a smile. She took the laces and then came closer and hugged me while whispering in my ear;
“I really hope to see you again, soon.”
There was a short delay before she said the “soon”. I turned and walked slowly across the road towards my friend’s house. Then I knocked the door, I turned and saw her waving but her face was not wearing that pretty smile anymore. I waved back and turned to greet my friend who had just opened the door.
Gustavo was a child hood friend. He knew me so well and he was the type of guy that loved to say jokes every time he saw me. He didn’t say a joke that day. he rather let me in and asked me to sit down. I told him I just stopped by to greet and that I had to be going right now. My mind was to busy thinking about Clara that I didn’t even pay attention to him. Some minutes after, I was on my way back home. I got into a taxi and decided to stop thinking about her.
I arrived at my apartment about 30 minutes later. I opened, entered, then locked the door behind me. I went straight to the refrigerator to get something to eat. I then sat down to watch television but I could not get that girl off my mind.
“Why was she so strange?” I thought “And why do I keep thinking about her?”
I decided to go to bed earlier that evening.
Early that morning, I received a phone call from Gustavo. He Said, two men, armed with pistols, had come to his house that night looking for a dog. I quickly cleaned up and got into a taxi heading to Gustavo’s house. I arriving at the house, I by-passed two police men at the entrance. I rushed in and found Gustavo in the sitting room:
“What happened?” I asked.
“Two men armed with pistols came here yesterday. They knocked peacefully but when I opened, they both pointed pistols at me asking for a dog or dogs. I think one of them called the dog Blake.”
As soon as I heard the name Blake, I ran out of the house heading towards glass glow hotel. I wanted to meet Clara. I knew she had something to do with that. The whole issue seemed very clear to me. Either Clara tried to set me up, or there are people who want to steal Blake.
“Why would people bang that way into some one’s house for a dog?” That dog is surely special.
I was arriving glass glow hotel when I saw a lady get into a taxi with three dogs. I also got a taxi and asked the driver to follow her taxi. We both arrived at the airport and I ran towards her taxi and held her hand as she tried to get her bag from the back.
“What do you want here Rob? You are barely lucky to be alive so please get away from me,” She shouted.
“Why? What have I done to you? Why do you want me dead? Why did you set me up? I asked.
“I didn’t set you up she replied. I wanted to be your friend but I didn’t know they were here. Please leave my hand before they find us here.” She replied.

This book will be available soon for your kindle book reader.
-Best Wishes
Elle A.

Coming Soon; Blood Noir, Pack Mentality

This is the second piece to one of my most recently worked on stories…

There wasn’t anyway around the fact that I was one of the two babies born with the werewolf gene, not with what I’d learned about the curse at the library. Not to mention that I had lost time and now saw myself as the wolf in the middle of my transformation..

There wasn’t anything I could do to help Gerry, who was the hunter that I saw eviscerated before my very eyes. I knew that if I were to come out and show myself now, then there would be a lot of questions to answer from the other hunters in his group. They had come forward as a way to help track the murderous beast that was terrorizing the town.

I knew that they would find Gerry and then most definitely my shredded clothes nearby. They would assume that I was dead and dragged back to the wolves’ lair. I had to let them believe that, or risk being found out. I sure couldn’t explain the reason I left the scene, especially not with wearing Gerry’s clothes. After all, it was Gerry who was last seen with me and that alone would lead them to my doorsteps if they thought I was alive.

The door was easy to jimmy and I got into the building without being seen. It was a Saturday, but Julie always worked from noon to 5 on the weekends. The time was 11:30 am and I just paced around the room for the next thirty minutes thinking about the repercussions of what I really was. That would explain the lost time, the recent night sweats and of course the headaches were probably just a by-product of the change.

Julie walked in and began to set up for the daily appointments. It was a matter of getting her alone and I thought the best way to do that was to wait for her in one of the examination rooms. The lights were out, but I could see everything as if it was in the middle of the day.

The door cracked open and she turned the light on. “What the…” I shushed her and she immediately lowered her register.

“Everyone thinks you’re wolf food. What are you doing here?”

“Julie, this is going to be hard to explain, but I think you’re story of the werewolves were true”

“No, that was just a hair brained story that I got caught up in”.

“No it wasn’t. I was out hunting the animal, when the wolf attacked us. It tore one of the hunters into ribbons before my eyes and then it turned to me. When it jumped on me, the strangest thing happened. It stopped with its jaws close to my face and began to sniff the air around me”.

“So, maybe it was your aftershave or some other scent on you that scared it away. Think of it as a gift from god and think yourself lucky for not being its next meal”.

“There’s more. When it took off, I went with it and was literally on its heels. When we got to the river, I saw my reflection in the surface and I was a wolf. It all started with those damn headaches, but I think there are more than just the two wolves. I think that all twelve children that went missing over the last 80 years is all a part of the pack”.

Julie’s eyes bore holes into my eyes and she began to mutter under her breath. Finally she turned and said, “So, why come to me. What do you think I can do about it? It’s not like my grandmother had some all knowing cure”.

“I know that, but I think they can’t be killed in their wolf form. I was shot and stabbed several times and all those wounds have been healed”. I lifted my shirt and she couldn’t take her eyes off me.

Julie touched the healed areas on my body and put both hands up to her mouth in shock. When I tried to reach out to her, she stepped back from my advances. The idea that I was scaring the only person that I could talk to about this was killing me inside.

“Julie, I’m going to hunt them with their own instincts and when I kill all of them, someone is going to have to kill me too. I want that person to be you”.

“What! You think I have what it takes to end another’s life. Well, I don’t, so stop asking me. What I will do, is try and find some kind of cure for you, but I’m not holding my breath”.

“According to your story though, I won’t be the last of them. Every generation there’ll be 2 more born and they’ll wreck havoc on this town. If we can somehow suppress my animal inside, then we may not be able to eliminate this curse, but at the very least we can control those that are cursed with it”.

“I hope we can, for you and for this towns sake. I’ll get started on the research and I suppose you’re going out hunting for these things while they are probably in their human form”.

“Well, I doubt that their going to stop killing, so I’ll have to kill them instead. If I’m lucky, maybe I can bring in Jim and Katie’s boy alive”.

Julie drove me in the backseat of her car to the outskirts of town and dropped me off at the wooded area. I still had my light rifle and some provisions for the long journey ahead. Julie told me that if I came out of this alive that I should come back to the clinic and she’d see what she could do for me. It was a long shot, but it was the only one I had left.

There came the sound of static and I reached into Gerry’s stolen clothes and found the walkie that he had been holding. I turned up the volume and was able to sneak a listen on the hunters that were out in the woods.

Its still being finished, and will be available for the E-readers and tablets in a while…
-Best Wishes,
Elle A.


Coming Soon; Blood Noir, Metamorphosis

The town I live in is of the small variety and only houses around 1000 souls. We aren’t exactly the kind that keeps pace with the times. We still have dial up Internet and there’s no sign that we’ll be getting anything else. Our local economy comes from two sources and that is from the box plant and the mine outside of town. Both of these have brought our number of residents up considerably over the years. This town had only 50 people in it when it was settled 80 years ago.

My grandmother told stories of hardship and how they had trouble even making the smallest amount of vegetables. It seems that this town was destined to die early, but then something remarkable happened. As the story goes, apparently a young prospector went into the mountains and found this ore that was very rare and would bring in vast amounts of revenue for the town. No one knew where it came from, only that it seemed to appear when the town was close to being abandoned. From that day on, things in the town improved considerably and we saw growth for the first time. This growth continued its trend with the opening of the box plant.

The plant and the mine gave enough work to the townspeople that they began to need more people to sustain the demand for the ore. A recruitment went into place in the 60’s and soon many more came to feed off the good fortune of the town.

I was born in this town in the early 90’s and when I was old enough I started working at the mine and then took on a managers role at the plant. I realized a few years later that I had the skills to live off the land and decided on a major lifestyle choice. When I turned 18, I began having these harsh and blinding headaches that began to debilitate me. I found help from the only people in town that were capable of such help. She was a doctor that was raised in this town and was the third generation of her family to do so. Her father and grandfather were the previous owners of the practice that she now owned.

I came into her office today and said, “I could really use some more of that medicine that you gave me a month ago”.

“Are the headaches getting worse or are they the same?” I told her that I thought that they were the same, but this morning I woke in the kitchen of my house and not in my bedroom.

“You could be developing a sleep walking disorder along with the headaches. I’ll prescribe something for you. Just remember to keep track of the symptoms. If they get any worse we might have to decide on something more serious to treat it. For now, I want you to keep a log by your bed and take any notes of the dreams that you have”.

“You think my dreams have something to do with the headaches and sleep walking?”

“I don’t know, but it’s a possibility that we haven’t looked at yet”.

“Well you’re the doctor and a mighty fine looking one at that”.

“You say the same thing every time you come in Billy, and I’m still married, so you have no chance of getting any of this”. She slid her hands down over her body to illustrate her point.

“You can’t blame a guy for trying”. He smiled at her and watched her turn her back to him. Those tight jeans that she always wore, were giving me a telltale problem, which made me scurry from the room in haste. I certainly didn’t want her to see the effect she had on me.

Coming out of the doctor’s office, I heard Ian talking with the local sheriff. He was saying “Look Sheriff, last night one of my prized cows was killed. Its throat was slashed and it was virtually tore apart. Now, I pay your salary and I want something done about this”

Sheriff Wilkins said, “Ian, I don’t know what you want me to do. It was probably a wild bear that came down from the mountains for something to eat. Just try and keep your animals in at night. I’ll send a deputy over to take a statement and poke around a bit, but that’s the extent of my good graces. If you’ll excuse me, there’s a hamburger over at Di’s that is calling my name”.

Ian huffed and fumed as the sheriff walking away with his hands on his hips.

Over the next two days there were more animal mutilations, and the last one came off the farm of the owner of the plant. He made such a fuss with the sheriff that he came to me for help.

I heard his truck coming down my graveled driveway with bits of pebbles bouncing along beside the vehicle. He stopped in front of my cozy 2-bedroom cabin and got out. I came out to greet him with my dog Buckshot. I called him that because I found him shot in the woods with buckshot in his butt. The vet took good care of him and when he was well enough to leave, I took him in. He has become my companion and friend. I had just turned 21 and gotten my license to finally hunt without doing it behind the laws back. The sheriff knew that I’d been hunting and tracking since I was only 10 years old and as long as I kept his freezer full with deer meat, he was willing to look the other way.

“Hey Billy, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing me a solid. There’s this wild animal going around to the local farms and killing off livestock in a most brutal way. I know you’ve been tracking and hunting for years now and was hoping that you’d be kind enough to take a look. There’s steak dinner in it for you. Mary and I will have you over and feed you like a king”.

“Sheriff, you had me with Steak dinner”. We both laughed and I told him I would take a look at the sights of the killings and see what I could come up with. I waited till the Sheriff left, before grabbing my hunting rifle and threw it and my dog buckshot into the back of my wrangler jeep. I bought it in an auction in the big city a couple years back. It needed a lot of work, but with a little elbow grease, I had it on the road in less than two months. Being out in the mountains, I needed a reliable vehicle that would get me back and forth from town. I would trade my hunting prowess for supplies to take back to my cabin.

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-Best Wishes
Elle A.