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Mar. 24, 2005 The rats would emerge from under the fire barrel in late fall (where the garbage is burnt year round). Before the season fades into winter; this is when the stone-cold stillness freezes the ground: this is when my brother and I must empty the old burnt garbage and all—bury it while the ground was still soft. Shadows lurked when we moved that fifty-gallon barrel about—fat hairy rats lived under there…we both knew they’d soon appear, sometime, somewhere; scant they did: to and from, as we lifted their roof—the barrow—to the sunlight bare …sniffing us as they run here and there, right behind the garage, the trees, into the bushes and towering weeds, to our sides; squeaking insanely squeaking, at our disturbance—as we quivered to the icy wind: digging…still digging the hole!... ------------ About the author: Mr. Siluk is a world traveler, a lover of the mysteries around the world, and has visit many World Heritage Sites, his most recent being Easter Island, the Galapagos and Mesa Verde. His books can be seen on/at Barns and Noble.com, Amazon.com, Wal-Mart, Abe.com Alibis, Boarders and several other sites and book stores. Many of his books can be purchased through the English Bookdealers. He spends his time between Lima, Peru and St. Paul, Minnesota, and has just finished working on two new books: "The Macabre Poems,” and “Perhaps it’s Love,” and continues to work on "Curse of the Abyss Worm,” a suspenseful mystery, and “Cold Kindness,” a tragic love affair. Visit http://dennissiluk.tripod.com Email: dlsiluk@msn.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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