I have always found writing a relaxing form of mental energy. My inspiration to become a writer is Claire Cook, who wrote "Must Love Dogs". How she took one novel and it became a best-selling movie. I love writing poetry, suspense, romance and stories of my family and other genealogical stories. I hope to step forward and develop this passion, as I move into the next phase of my life. I am a born and bread New Englander, with old-fashioned values. I hope my readers will find as much pleasure in my work as I have in writing it.
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What was it that Connie sensed about to happen that will cause her to shrink back into the background into the shadows? How will she react to what is about to take place?
It Happened On A Clear, Full Moon Night
he moon cast an eerie, iridescent lighting on everything on the fresh powder snow. Yes, it was a cold, winter night and the silence in the air could be cut with a knife. There was a feeling in the air like something was not right. It was too quiet as Connie Debellis walked home in the cold moonlit air from an evening party at the Ming. The Ming was a chinese restaurant where folks got together for nice times and this particular night they had kareoke. Connie was in her mid-fifties, and seeing her friend and others a little too enibrated for her comfort, she choose to walk the mile and a half home. She wore a long, winter coat with white, cashmere gloves. As she walked along, she thought how nice it was just to walk and felt proud of her decision. Thinking quietly of the day, she did not see the bump in the road and stumbled a bit, tripping and breaking the heel off her boot. Somehow it didn't matter, she picked herself up and continued limping along. All of a sudde