Many Midnights

Hey there, my name is Rick. I'm a published author of short stories of horror. I have written over one hundred stories, including three novellas, and I`m working on many more, including my first novel. I have had nearly 200 publications so far. My four anthology professional books and my eight 'homemade'books, "MANY MIDNIGHTS","STORIES THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT", "FRACTURED DREAMS","SLICES OF HORROR", "MANY MORE MIDNIGHTS", "CHILLS BY CANDLELIGHT", "A TOUCH OF HORROR" and "COLD, DARK TALES". as well as my horror novella, "PRIVATE NIGHTMARES (THE TREES)" are for sale here on my site on the "STORE" link. I will update with new stories at the beginning of each month. Here are a few samples of my work, so brew a cauldron of hot tea, light a blood red candle and enjoy. MY FOUR ANTHOLOGY BOOKS ,"MANY MIDNIGHTS", "CHILLS BY CANDLELIGHT", "BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT" and "AS MEAN AS THE NIGHT" ARE NOW AVAILABLE ON LULU.COM., AMAZON.COM, BARNES AND NOBLE.COM, BORDERS.COM, SHOP.COM and TARGET.COM! Send this site to a fiend

  

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Here's a little tale that I started to work on but never finished. It's in the vein of Harry Potter, Spiderwick Chronicles ( at least I hope so). I might actually continue work on this story one day. It's a nice change of pace doing a different genre other than horror. Anyway, I hope you like it. There's not much to it but it still has possibilites.

 

 

 

            THE MAGIC STONE

 

           Tommy clenched his teeth when he leaned over the ropes and saw just how far above the water he was. The river far below him churned and bubbled as if inviting anyone who dared to try to cross it to try their luck.

Tommy was scared, as any young boy would be in his situation, but he knew he was the last hope for his family, possibly for the world.  He had a mission to complete and he wasn’t about to let any old creaky bridge slow him down. He couldn’t afford to.

He looked back the way he came, nearly fifty feet so far, but he hadn’t even reached the middle of the bridge yet. There was still a long way for him to go. Behind him he could hear the goblins, they were screeching and fighting with each other in an attempt to reach him. Fortunately for him they were somehow scared of the bridge, or what was beneath it.

Tommy stopped walking when the planks on the bridge began to loosen beneath his feet.

 Would they hold his weight?

Probably not, but he had no choice because the goblins had formed a huge wall with their bodies, blocking any chance of retreat. They glared at him with yellow eyes. They chomped their mouths open and closed. They yelled at the top of their lungs.

He stepped forward, gripping the small square stone in his hand. He twisted it in his palm, hoping to somehow release its magic, but he knew that it wouldn’t work. It only worked when the person holding it didn’t need it.

The river below raged on and on. The water splashed up against the walls of the canyon. Tommy watched it flow back and forth. It relaxed him despite his situation. He hardly noticed the enormous watery arms reaching up from the river to swat the stone from his hand.

But Tommy didn’t care. He had nothing to fear. It was only water. It wasn’t some demon lord who was served by the goblins. It wasn’t. Without a second thought he dropped the magic stone into the river below. He didn’t need it. He could reach the other side of the bridge by himself. He could save the world all by himself.

The water at first reached up for the stone, but when it began to glow brightly, releasing its power, it drew back in an attempt to avoid it.

But it was too late. 

The magic stone plunged into the river, drying the water demon up instantly and killing all his goblin servants as well.

Tommy breathed in deeply and started to walk back to his house. His family would want to know where he’d been. He smiled to himself when he thought that they would have no idea how close they were to the end of the world.

 

           

 

 

 

"BOOK #5- UNTITLED" 

THIS IS THE COVER PIC FOR MY FIFTH ANTHOLOGY BOOK. AS OF YET I HAVEN'T NAMED IT YET AND THIS PIC WILL UNDOUBTABLY UNDERGO SOME MORE MODIFICATIONS AS WELL.