The Power of the Full Moon


As he arrived he stepped from his car and down the path to the front door of the dimly lit structure. He interlocked his fingers with nervous anticipation and shook out his shoulders to relieve the tension which was mounting.

He approached the old, wooden door. It was a sturdy looking door, one which had been chosen wisely to keep the things inside in, and the things outside out.

His right hand trembled as he reached for the knob. He quickly reached up with his left to steady his hand, trying to stop the trembling.

When he steadied one hand with the other he realized he could feel his heart beating throughout his entire body. The steady thump coursed through each limb. He could hear it too.

The story of the Tell Tale Heart played through his mind as he fought back the idea that he had done anything wrong.

This was not the first time he had arrived at this very door. It was a familiar sight to him, except one thing was different. Tonight, he arrived as the full moon rose into the starry night sky. It shone brightly against the newly fallen snow.

It would be beautiful, if his mind and heart were not reminding him of the power which came with the full moon.



Ghouls of every kind.

The stories of the terrors of the night ran through his head with the speed he wanted to run from the door.

It wasn’t from any of these beings he was fighting the urge to flee on this night.

He reached for the door and twisted the knob to the right. It felt cool in his hand, the brass almost sticking to his skin.

Then he was met with the cry:


He was rushed by numerous little creatures. The arms and legs which rushed him and tackled him to the ground were too numberous to count.

As the man went down he caught a glimpse of his wife standing one room away, helpless to do anything. Her hair was standing in many different directions; he was sure he saw many different colored objects lodged and tangled in her brown hair.

Her eyes were glazed over. The little minions had been around her ankles and climbing on her and over her all day. Her strength was zapped.

At least the last thing he would see in his life was something so beautiful.

He had received texts throughout the day calling out for help.

“Why won’t they just sleep.”

“They are constantly feeding. I’m not sure how much longer I can sustain them.”

“Please hurry home. The house is just about in shambles.”

She had called out to him so many times yet he had been just as helpless to help her as she was him in this moment. The full moon had changed the tiny humans into something beyond human.

Each moon cycle they develop super human strength, screeching abilities, speed, tantrum powers, and the paradoxical need to be cuddled and run around all at the same time.

Hours and hours later the man and his wife crashed on the couch. They had been turned into creatures of their own, resembling mindless zombies. They starred blankly at the wall, laughing into the silence.

They had survived.

Theirs was the victory.

The battle was won.

Suddenly, at the same time, they heard, “Give it back! That’s mine!” The scream was followed by crying and more screaming.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

The man and wife held each other and cried at the horrors they knew headed their way.

It was going to be a long night.

Noah’s Wife Tells of Life on the Boat

Dry land.

You cannot possibly know the level of my excitement when we were finally told to exit the boat onto dry land.

We were no longer afloat.

We were not exiting the boat to wade.

All of the rain which had flooded our world was gone.


Life on the boat had as many highs and lows as the wakes we hit along the way. At first we were devastated. All that we had ever known was now gone.

Everything green was quickly washed away by the rolling and crashing waves. No more grass. No more trees.

No more people.

We had never been close with anyone else. Nobody understood our devotion to do what pleases God instead of just what pleases ourselves. Still, it was heart wrenching to think nobody we had ever known had survived.

Some of those people were my children’s ages. I still cannot imagine what their final moments were like. It still  sends a cold chill down my spine.

After a while, though, excitement set in. We were the only ones alive and we were living on a boat!

We each had daily chores, tending to the animals and making sure there were no leaks in the boat. It kept everyone really busy and occupied. Or, at least at first it did.

It is true that sons will always hold a special place in their mother’s heart. It has always warmed my heart to have my boys running back for my help or advice even after they had grown.

My boys.

It is also true that brothers will torment each other no matter their age.

Can you imagine, having three men, who are now one hundred years old, bickering while doing chores.

“Mom, Shem won’t let me feed the lions the way I know how. He says I’m doing it wrong.”

“Why does Japheth follow me around? Mom he’s driving me crazy.”

“Mother, Ham is threatening to throw the monkeys overboard!”


One hundred years old and still fighting like they would as they ran around my ankles….over and over again.

But then, in other moments I would see them tend to their wives. They would jump at the call of their names when assistance was needed. Never questioning or grumbling. That’s their father in them. They would stroll hand in hand with their wives as they walked down the line of wild beasts, talking about their futures off the boat.

My boys.

They are still so young. I pray everyday they keep seeking God even as we start over. Far be it from us to start the world down a path leading to another moment like this.

Another world destroyed.

The hardships and wonders of life on the boat were in the past. The sun was shining, and it really felt like it was the start of a brand new era.

Noah and I stepped off the boat side by side. I had squeezed his hand tightly as we descended into what felt like a brand new world. I had butterflies in my stomach. It almost felt like our very first date all those years ago.

I felt my cheeks warm as I blushed at such childish feelings. But I could not hide my giddiness as my family made their way onto the ground below.

We were followed closely by all of the animals.

Even after the struggle and stress it was to care for them it warmed my heart to see them just as excited as we were to be landlocked again.

They frolicked and bounded. They howled with joy and rolled around on the soft earth.

Noah led us in worship of our Almighty God and created an altar and made the proper sacrifices. It was good to be able to do this again.

It was a perfect start to our new life.

Then God spoke, promising never to destroy the world by flood again and He placed what He called a rainbow in the sky.

Words cannot express how beautiful it was. The colors were so vibrant, and the light danced around the bow in ways I had never seen colors move.

I’ve seen other rainbows since, but each seems only a shadow of the first.

God is good. I continue to thank Him for my family. My sweet, boys and godly husband. I just pray we do not mess up this new chance.

Now I wonder where Noah has gone with that wine.


The Day Noah Heard From God

Noah came charging through the field. His mind was racing faster than his feet could carry him. His clothes whipped in the wind which was blowing across his body from the west as he ran south toward home.

God had spoken to him! He couldn’t wrap his mind around the experience. God had actually spoken.

Noah had just left town when it happened.


He hated going into town.

People there were so vile. When he would brush against the crowds to gather supplies for home he felt dirty. It’s not that he felt better than them. Their actions were just blatantly sinful. They flaunted their vices as if they were a prize of which to be proud.

It was both heartbreaking and disgusting.

“Are you certain we need the cart fixed?” Noah had asked his wife, even though he knew the answer. The front wheel had busted off in a rut which had been hidden in the knee-high grass close to home. The cart really did need to be fixed, but he loathed going into town.

He hated sending any of his family into town even more than he hated going himself. So he had made the trek, praying to himself as he walked.

“Please don’t let me witness any murders today, particularly my own. Help them to change. Let them see the error of their ways.”

Noah had once witnessed a group of men beating another. When he questioned the crowd the only answer he received was something along the lines of, “Who cares! You can’t pay enough money for this kind of entertainment.” The man being beaten looked up with one last pleading glance before his body went limp.

It all made him sick to remember. It made his heart heavy to know these people had strayed so far from the Creator that they no longer saw any wrong in their actions.

When he would question people in town about the rampant violence, adultery, and crime he would be met with answers like, “I don’t care what someone does. Everyone is free to do as they wish,” or, “Hey, as long as it doesn’t hurt me or my business people can do as they please.”

Noah slowly made his way through the crowd, trying to keep his eyes on the ground, only looking up to purchase the items he needed. Then he had begun to make his way home.

Noah had not gotten far out of town before he had a strange sensation about him. It felt as though someone were watching him from afar. When he turned, no one was there.


No answer came. He walked a little further but could not shake the feeling. The hair on the back of his neck began to stand and he felt a prickling sensation down his arms. It was at that moment the afternoon light began to shine brighter. It made everything impossible to see.

Then he heard a reply. The voice boomed, although he could not tell if it was actually out loud or speaking directly into his mind. It was a dominant sounding voice, but there was never a moment it did not sound kind. At the sound, Noah’s heart leapt within his chest.

It was God, the Creator. He spoke to Noah and told him how dispeleased He was with the condition of the world. It seemed the disgust Noah felt over the blatant sinning was a reflection of how God Himself felt. He said He would send a flood to destroy the world but Noah was to build a boat and he and his family would be safe.

Noah was overcome with emotions. He still could not believe God had chosen to speak to him. There were tears in the old man’s eyes and a smile across his face.

He was not sure what the words, “rain” or “flood” meant but he believed God would reveal them in time.

For now, he had a mission. He needed to rush home to tell his wife and children about this amazing encounter! They needed to begin following the call of God at once.

They had lived their lives following the way of life he had revealed to their anscestors on how to live. Now He had revealed an even more specific plan.

What excitement. What a priveledge. Noah always knew that following God’s plans were the right way. He knew he would be rewarded. He had felt the blessing of God a few times in his 500 years on the earth.

This however was the greatest he had felt. He finally knew, with no doubt God was with him and his family. It had been difficult but worth it.

Only 500 years to hear God speak. Tears were flowing steadily as Noah ran.

He ran all the way home, and rushed up to his wife.

It was not until that moment he realized he had dropped his supplies. Hopefully God’s message would help his wife overlook his blunder.

The elation in her face and the tight embrace Noah received from his wife let him know she had just as quickly forgotten about them.

Cursed: Cain’s Tale

Here I am, kneeling in the dry, dusty soil. My head in my hands as tears turn the dirt on my cheeks to pathways of clumpy mud.

The air around me feels as dry as the soil under me and the wind burns my skin, as if it is also angry with me.

All in a matter of moments my world has been changed and I do not know if I can bare it.


“Abel,” I whisper through the tears. “What have I done.”

A part of me still blames him. His body is still warm, lying where I left him; yet I still blame him for what has happened to me.

Abel, or “breath.” They literally named him breath. And that is always how they treated him, as if he was some breath of fresh air. I was their trial run. I was the handful, but not Abel. No, with Abel they could breathe. A sigh of relief that they finally had blessing worth celebrating after they were forced from the garden.

Not my fault they couldn’t keep the one command He had given them.

Then, just like my father, I worked the ground. I’d often hear him grumble. He’d spend time while we were in the fields talking about how much easier it had been in he garden. He didn’t have to work so hard to get the crops to do what he wanted.

I never understood. Farming came easy to me. There’s something honest about working the ground with my hands. I spent season after season in our fields making life from almost nothing. By my efforts I was able to produce a crop 100 times what any of our family could produce.

Now, He’s taken that from me. “When you work the ground, it will no longer yield to you it’s strength.” My life is gone. Perhaps that’s the point. I took my brother’s life, and now He, in a way, has taken mine. Life for life.

Then there was the sacrifice. I don’t work with the animals. I’ve never been able to care for the living, breathing, Abel side of life. There’s no joy to be had in caring for the animals, not that I found.

I thought He’d be happy that I took something I had worked so hard on and sacrificed a part of it to Him. Yes, He had mentioned to our family a sacrifice required blood. He had said to give of the firstborn, the fatty ones, the best ones.

I still brought the best of mine. I just tweaked the command a little. I thought it would be fine, but He showed no favor for me and I hated my brother, the breath of fresh air, all the more. His name tasted bitter in my mouth.

Then, I killed him. Day after day I had dreamed of draining the life from his body. A blood sacrifice is required? How about his blood? As I would work the fields my hands would tremble as the thought of putting an end to his breath played over and over in my mind. Suddenly I realized maybe that was the thrill for him in caring for the animals. Perhaps it was the excitement of the kill.

He came to the field. I don’t even remember if he came to help or to bring news. I saw him from far off and I rushed to him, and before I knew it he lay as my feet. The dust rose from the ground where his body had fallen and for the last time I took in a breath of Abel’s smell. Only now, it was even more sour.

Terror gripped me as I realized what I had done. I needed to cover this up. A wild animal had killed him obviously. Another curse from mother and father’s sin. Really it would be their fault.

I could live with that.

Until He came around asking for his favorite. He asked me about Abels whereabouts, but I now know he already knew. Just as He had when he asked mother and father about the fruit.

He always knows.

Cursed. The land will no longer produce for me as it had. My life taken, and I am to leave. I am alone.

How can I go on? This isn’t fair. If Abel had not been so…

I’m not even sure what he was. I am sorry. I’m not sure if I’m sorry for killing or for being caught, but sorrow is what I feel. I’ll travel east now.

Perhaps there I’ll find new life. Because for now I have none.

Everything Changed

It’s so cold.

The sun is still shining in exactly the same place is was a moment ago, except now the warm rays must be bouncing around me. Instead of it’s warmth I only feel the judgement it’s rays carry.

Why must the sun be so bright? All it does is expose what is meant to be hidden.


Hidden? I’ve never been worried about needing to hide before. I’ve been free to run through the garden with the animals. I’ve explored over the land and through the rivers.

We’ve shared this overbearing…no, not overbearing. It’s beautiful. We’ve shared this beautiful world together.

Eve. My wife.

She was a gift to me. We have been working together, tending to the garden. Finally an answer to the longing deep within my being. She was perfect.

Is. She is perfect.

What is happening in my mind? I feel like a battle has been waged and I already lost before I even realized it had begun.

I need to be covered. What if He comes around. What if he sees me?



Why had I never realized? How is it possible we have spent all of this time exploring together and not realized how vulnerable we are? I need to be protected.

“I am your protection.” His words resound inside my mind. He had affirmed His constant watch over us during an evening walk. The sun had been enveloped by the horizon and the sky left behind had taken on breathtaking, warm colors.

All of the colors now seem dull. The lush green of the trees appear bland. The flowers which had bloomed only this morning seem to be knocking on death’s door.

The night had fallen after our walk that evening and He had left Eve and I to lay and gaze at the vibrant stars in the sky.

How I wished it was night right now. A night with no moon, no stars. I could hide in the dark easier that way.

Perhaps then He would have more trouble finding us. More trouble finding me.

And what if He did find her? She was the one who tricked me. I was just standing back, minding my own business. We had been tending to the trees in the garden. I’m not sure how we ended up so near that tree. I can’t even remember who was leading who anymore. It was probably her. Yes, I’m sure of it, almost sure.

Then she got talking to that snake. I’ve always had difficulty understanding snakes so how was I to know what it was saying? I just decided to tune it out.

Next thing I know Eve is handing me some fruit which she had already taken a bite of. Just like her to just give me the leftovers. She couldn’t even bother to pick me a fresh one.

Anyway, like I said, I had not even been paying attention and she handed me this fruit to eat. If I did not take a bite she would have been, offended. Yes, offended. It may not have ever happened before but it sounds just like the kind of thing a woman would become.

So, I took it. I felt the tingle of the fruit in my fingertips. I’m not sure how, but it even felt delicious before I took a bite. Then I carried out the action.

Now I’m here. Cold and alone.

There, now I just need to rehearse that a few more times. I’d be convinced of my innocence. I certainly hope He is.

I hear Him now. Maybe I should just hide here in this bush, just in case.