Christmas Eve in the ForestStars peeking from behind the trees twinkle as if presenting a light show,
while an owl's faint hoot can be heard from afar.
The shining beacon that is the full moon causes the snow to glisten and sparkle a
as well as produce voluminous, elongated shadows of leafless trees,
revealing their skeletal branches.
The snow-covered pines are no longer pines tonight.
Tonight, their pinecones are their ornaments and their shimmering icicles are their
Tonight, they are Christmas trees. Christmas trees of the rabbits, the squirrels, the chipmunks;
Christmas trees of the raccoons, the coyotes, the foxes;
Christmas trees of the birds, the deer, the opossums.
Yes, tonight, they are Christmas trees because tonight is Christmas Eve.
When Bass is Gone (Read Description First Please!)Bass ran to the barn with all his might while the moonlight reflected off the damp earth beneath him, giving him just enough light to find his way. He caught the Roman nose, tied him to the rail while he found the saddle in the dark, and was struggling to find the saddle blanket when Mammy came over holding a lantern, with a sleeping bag in a roll and the little shooter and the mister's own saddle bags. "There's a knife in the roll, and a shirt," she said cautiously, careful that someone might hear, though no one was near.
Flowers appeared in the light of the lantern and handed Bass a beautiful braided horsehair lariat. He touched his hand to Bass's shoulder and said, "You be careful of people you see, and stay off of ridgelines, and don't get the morning light in back of you, and if they set dogs on you, you got to stop and shoot them." Then he turned and walked away.
"He talked," Bass said to Mammy, clearly stunnned.
"I Guess he finally had something to say. Now, ride. Follow the Dri
RunningI had to get away
I had to get away from it
My feet couldn't stop running, although they don't know where they're going
It's pitch black, I can't see even a burning piece of hell
I could feel the presence of something or someone
I could feel its evil radiating from it like the light of a lighthouse
I can't let it get me
Or I will be forever branded a citizen of this lightless world
Eternally bound to it, imprisoned
Sunlight will no longer greet me
No freedom, no psychical dexterity
I never knew my fear
I never had a fear
I know my fear now
The fear of the unknown
I could feel its warm breath on the nape of my neck
Suddenly, something struck me like a lightning bolt
My feet carried me faster, quicker, swifter
Until I was going so fast that the air itself stung my face like a wasp
Then I woke up in a cold sweat
My dream ceased to exist