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    Gravestones
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    Gravestones

    By Nicholas Favaza and William David Birch

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    Nicholas Favaza teams with William David Birch in the Classic tale, Gravestones, an ageless tribute to all which is Righteous and Just. Birch complements Favaza exquisitly in the dual effort as a Dark Force bears down upon the Community of Cleer Creek. Lock your doors, but fret not; if you are truly deserving, feel free to wander... For there is no shelter you can seek from his wrath... He is coming for you.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherA Rare Breed of Horror
    Release dateSep 15, 2011
    ISBN9781465713414
    Gravestones
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    Nicholas Favaza and William David Birch

    Nicholas Favaza: "I always been drawn to the far side of conceptuallity, and thereore have concentrated my efforts on redefining horror through the conceptual realities deeply rooted within the realms of science fiction and fantasy. Feel free to wander amidst my delusions..." William David Birch: "Is he who comes before me now one of fate? Could this be a calling? I am the born and raised southerner, none other than he who comes in the dark. Fear not my wretched pen till it strokes thy will of thy master, till his intrepid style accentuates my chillingly script, offering both the thrilling fantasy of its dark horror, and the lasting fear of its reality..."

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      Gravestones - Nicholas Favaza and William David Birch

      CHAPTER ONE

      "…The day dissipated to darkness of night,

      The moon was hidden from cover of light,

      Casting no beam to the valley below,

      Fear crept ‘round the edge of his mind,

      Encasing his soul within its confine,

      Forcing from him a scream to bellow,

      If not for the tattling sound of his voice,

      The creature would have had no choice,

      But to save his soul for another time,

      But the revealing sound of his cry,

      Enabled the creature to his way fly,

      For ever ending his reason and rhyme

      And from thus arose your weekend assignment. Write a short essay, of no more than one hundred words, describing the culprit in Wallow’s poem, and with this, I bid you adieu; I will see you on Monday.

      The ‘aw’s could be heard rising from the class, and then there was the rustle of backpacks being quickly stuffed with belongings as the students hustled their way from the classroom.

      Wait up, Jake Peterson said, as he struggled with his baggage.

      Hurry, replied Timothy Harris, as he slowed his pace to accommodate his pal, and Ashton Perry stopped, forcing Kerry Johnson to circumvent him. She let out a sigh and shook her head before marching past her obstruction.

      Boys, she muddled under her breath as she raced to catch up with Taylor Marks and Gina Wilkins, whom were already halfway down the hallway. Wait, she cried, as she dodged her classmates in route to her friends.

      Taylor and Gina slowed somewhat as they urged Kerry on, Come on, Trina’s waiting, almost in unison as they hesitantly paced their steps till Kerry caught up, and then all three hastened to the parking lot. They could see Gina’s sister parked across the street in her new convertible as they raced to her car, and the girls were speeding away by the time Ashton, Timothy, and Jake were exiting the building.

      The three boys took to the street and headed down Clear Creek Rd. They walked several blocks before veering off the shoulder towards the water’s edge, where a tree trunk lay across the shallow clear stream. They carefully traversed the narrowing trunk to reach the other side, and then they ventured several hundred feet into the wooded area to a small clubhouse built of tree branches and vines.

      Dropping their bags, they stooped down to enter the rickety structure, and they crawled into the cramped space as Timothy reached for the pack of cigarettes in his jacket.

      Come on, Ashton demanded, We don’t have all day.

      Here, Timothy replied, as he handed the pack to Ashton, who immediately turned to Jake and said, The lighter, dimwit.

      It was right here before, Jake replied, as he continued searching through the pockets of his jacket. Oh, I remember now. He crawled back out to his backpack for a moment before returning. I forgot where I stashed it.

      Ashton shook his head before snatching the lighter from him. He lit the first cigarette and began taking drags and coughing, as the others followed, and before long the tiny crawl space was inundated with smoke as the trio coughed their way through their first cigarettes.

      Why do people do this? Jake asked, as Timothy shrugged his shoulders, and Ashton replied, For the buzz, dweeb, why do you think? And the chicks… He took his final drag and put the cigarette out in the dirt. The others followed as Jake questioned, The chicks?

      Do I have to spell out everything? The girls, get it, they think it’s cool, Ashton replied, as Jake just shook his head and said, Oh, and Timothy maintained a quiet, assured demeanor, pretending he had already known the answer.

      Come on, let’s get going before we’re missed, Ashton said, as he handed the cigarettes and lighter back to their rightful carriers and crawled out from the tiny space. Timothy and Jake were quick to follow, and they were all soon crossing the creek, unbeknownst of the smoldering ash they had left behind as the clubhouse they had built years earlier began to slowly burn.

      They were quickly back on the road, picking up their pace to make up for lost time, and fifteen minutes later they were arriving in their neighborhood.

      An hour later the sirens could be heard as the fire engines roared towards the blaze, which had engulfed several acres of forest before being controlled. Within hours, questions were being asked of the entire community as to how the fire could have been started.

      Ashton had no problem keeping his cool, assured it could have by no means been his doing, but Timothy began to wonder if he could have been at fault, while Jake’s simpler mind began to fear the worst. He was almost assured of his responsibility, and he began to act a bit awkward, almost suspicious as his insecurity grew. Luckily for the trio, Jake’s parents were perhaps even simpler minded then their boy, and they no sooner expected their son’s involvement than they could have perceived their own. So, no insinuative thought even crossed their minds as the entire episode played out in their small community.

      As tempting as it was to go back to the scene of their crime, the trio resisted the urge, and did not see the wrath of their destruction till early Monday morning when they were on their way to school. They paused at the sight of the barren land; a large patch of the forest had been cleared to the creek, and the dark ash extended for hundreds of yards in all directions from the site of their old clubhouse.

      We were getting too old for the shack anyways, Ashton said. We’re not kids anymore.

      Timothy just shook his head in agreement, and Jake followed along as they began making their way down the shoulder of the road, and five minutes later they were arriving at school.

      CHAPTER TWO

      During the course of the day there was much buzz about the fire, but no one had any idea as to the cause. The three boys were wise enough to avoid the subject as their day progressed, and it was soon time for their final class.

      Welcome fellow Clear Creekians, we will begin our short time together with a few essays, Mr. Jamison said, and as the class began to settle he added, But first I would like to introduce our newest member, Billy Andrews. The tall, slender boy stood for a short bow and immediately returned to his seat.

      Everyone looked upon the newcomer as his long dark hair and deep blue eyes briefly towered above them, and they all had different opinions of their newest classmate. Gina thought he was kind of cute, but a bit lanky, while Kerry cared a bit less, and Taylor found herself immediately smitten with the boy. It showed in her eyes as she looked upon him, only making Ashton envious, for he had always had a bit of a crush on her. So while Timothy thought little, and Jake even less, every class member formed their own unique opinion based upon their first impression.

      Kerry could see her friend’s interest in the boy and began to giggle, embarrassing Taylor, who snapped back, inadvertently drawing Billy’s attention. He glanced around to see Taylor’s bashful smile. Her bluish-green eyes began to glisten more radiantly, temporarily mesmerizing him before he could turn away.

      Mr. Peterson, would you please come to the front of the class? Mr. Jamison asked, as he gestured towards Jake, who stumbled a bit through his folder before retrieving his homework and walking towards the blackboard.

      The culprit in Jeremy Wallow’s poem is a big bird.

      Yeah, like the one on Sesame Street, heckled Ashton, as he made fun of the simpleton; the class broke out in laughter.

      Quiet everyone, Mr. Jamison interjected, As you will one day learn, the meaning of poetry is as much in the mind of the reader, as the awe of beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So, how about your interpretation, Mr. Perry? And by the way, Mr. Peterson, nice job of keeping your essay under one hundred words…

      The class laughed a bit more. Mr. Jamison quietly put his finger to his mouth to shush the students as Ashton stood up and walked to the front of the class.

      The culprit in Jeremy Wallow’s poem, ‘The Seeker’, is a giant creature of imaginary proportions. It combines the wingspan of an albatross, with the talons of an eagle, and the head of cobra. It soars high above the earth in search of its prey; ready to pounce!

      Ashton smiled as he finished his short description and went to take his seat.

      Good, overall, not a bad description; does anyone else have anything perhaps a bit different than what we have already heard, anyone? Mr. Jamison asked as he looked about the class.

      Ready to give up his search he began to turn around just as Billy raised his hand.

      "Mr. Andrews, do

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