Thursday, September 1, 2016


If you haven't noticed yet,I haven't posted in awhile. The biggest reason for this is that I'm currently working on an original novel I intend to publish that is taking up a lot of my time. For now, this website is on hiatus. I'm sorry. To my readers, thank you for sticking with me this far.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Phases of the Moone 2.3

            Shortly after Prom the school year ended and summer break began. For about half that year Basil’s head had been buried in books about folklore and stuff like that in reaction to a strange call he’d gotten from the science lab asking him to bring a rainbow gem and 2000 simoleons to the lab. According to my mom it hadn’t been the first time they got a call like that. As mentioned before he studied chemistry a lot too, desperate to find something that could turn Mystery into a human. From that research he learned that such a gem could be found in Shang Simla, China. On top of all that he somehow managed to build a compelling case for just He, Oberon and me to go on a trip to Shang Simla. I was all for an adventure like that and with some convincing Oberon decided to join us as well.
            “We have to go early in the summer though.” Oberon said. “Starting July 1st, I'm taking extra classes at a local community college to get rid of some of the Basics I need for my future pre-med degree.”  

            On June 2nd  our plane landed in the Shang Simla right next to a commune for adventures like ourselves, it was about the only thing we could afford, even after combining all three of our allowances.

 In front of the commune building was a sign covered with part time jobs and other “adventures” that residents of the estate could take on for a little extra cash.  
            Basil ripped the first piece of paper from the board that caught his attention. “Come on, we’re going to a place called the Hall of the Lost Army.”
            From the tone of his voice, Oberon and I realized there was no arguing with him and we followed obediently.
During out bike ride to the tomb Oberon asked, “So, what’s she like?”
            “Who?” Basil answered.
            “Mystery of course.”
            Basil blushed.  “She’s sweet, but determined and really ambitious. She wants to be the world’s greatest ghost hunter once she’s human and a good mom too.” Basil went on and on about his imaginary friend, but I tuned him out pretty quickly, firstly to prevent myself from barfing and secondly because my mind had drifted to peppermints, brown  hair and witches. 

          A few moments later I almost wrecked my bike when Basil stopped in front of the tomb. We tied our bikes to a nearby  rack and went inside the seemingly small building. It wasn’t immediately obvious where the tomb’s entrance was
Basil asked a fellow adventurer if he knew where the entrance was, but he didn’t. Thanks to the countless hours I spent reading pulp stories about adventuring archaeologists I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a secret entrance somewhere and started to look around for anything remotely suspicious. Eventually, I spotted cement square with footprints engraved in it. Curious I put my feet in the prints and the Hall of the Lost Army started to shake. A few minutes part of the floor opened to reveal a staircase and I experienced my first rush of excitement and adrenaline that I could never get  from anything  else besides exploring. 

            I ran towards the staircase taking the lead and Basil swiftly followed. Oberon on the other hand opted to stay on the first floor.
            “I’ll um.. Keep watch.” He said, but Basil and I both knew he was simply afraid.
            Instead of teasing him though I simply said, “Suit yourself Little brother.” Okay, maybe I teased him a little, a couple minutes hardly counted as younger, but he was certainly acting like it.
            Once inside I forgot all of that and simply took in what would become my favorite scent, musty earth.  There was also the slight hint of being watched, but the experience was intoxicating. A few feet in Basil and I came across our first obstacle, something that would become a common sight after a few more adventures. In this particular instance there was another cement marker, but this one had a symbol on it instead of footprints. There were also several gargoyle-like statues lingering around and a locked door across the room.  It was a little startling at first, but it didn’t take long for me to figure out what needed to be done next.  I walked over to one of the statues and started to pull it towards the marker on the floor.  It was unexpectedly light. Basil looked at me like I was crazy, until part of the floor moved to reveal another one of the footprint markers, then he looked impressed.
            I pointed to the marker. “Go stand on that so we can see what happens next.”
            Basil did just that and the chain on the door hit the ground  and the sound of clattering chains filled the room.
            “Who the heck sets up contraptions like this?” Basil asked.
            “My guess is the people who built the tomb, in order to discourage grave robbers” I said.
            Basil just shook his head. “Who knew all those Appaloosa Rones movies we watched were based on some truth.”
            “Write what you know or can research, I guess.” I said.

The next room was smaller and the only things in it were a strange, circular indent in the wall and a stone pool about the size of a small hot tub. I decided the indent would be easier to inspect and tried to put my hand inside without so much as a glance.

            Basil grabbed my arm before I could do that though. “Are you an idiot? There could be snakes in there or a poisonous spider. “
            I pulled my hand away. “I’m a fairy. I’m pretty sure I could heal a little snake bite.” After that I stuck my hand right back inside and pulled out a small bar of copper covered in colorful beetles of sort. I shook them off easily and turned to Basil. “I told you there was nothing to worry about. We can sell this metal in town and make a little money.” I tucked the bar in my shorts pocket and moved towards the pool.
            Basil stepped in front of me. “Either give me the copper or I’ll explore the pool and you stay here.
            I smirked. “Okay, go dive in the pool then.”
            Basil rolled his eyes and mumbled what sounded like, “Damn, mischievous fairies.” He looked before he jumped in, but he did swim through it until I heard him on the other side of the wall. “There’s a treasure chest in here!”

 “Cool, wait there and I’ll meet you on the other side.” I said through the wall.
            I was halfway in the pool when I heard Basil say, “No, stay out there and I’ll bring out the treasure. It’s really tight in here and I’m not sure how stable this room is.”
            I reluctantly climbed out of the pool and sulked against the wall.  A few moments later Basil emerged with a cracked vase made of some sort of metal.  I complemented his find and then he glanced down at his watch. “Dang, it’s already 6:00 pm.”
            “So, it’s not like we have parents here to tell us to come home for dinner or anything.” I said.
            “Yeah, but the sun is about to set and it’s a full moon tonight.” Basil said.
            I rubbed the back of my head. “Oh yeah, we probably should find somewhere to camp then, since I doubt to commune wants a werewolf running around.”
            A sad expression dusted Basil’s face for a second, before it was quickly replaced with his usual serious expression. “I think there’s a guy in the marketplace that sells tents. “
            It took longer to get out of the tomb than we expected and so, the moment we emerged the light of the full moon hit Basil and he immediately transformed. Thankfully, Oberon greeted us as soon as we got out and he had armfuls of tents and other supplies.
            “I got bored waiting for you guys.” He said with a supply-laden shrug. “I figured we needed camping supplies since tonight’s a full moon and we don’t want a repeat of the Egypt trip when we were kids.”
            Basil howled to say thank you and I  gave Oberon a grateful pat on the shoulder. “Brother, you’re a life saver.” 
The rest of the trip went by without incident and a lot of exploring the gorgeous countryside and its tombs. No matter how much we searched though, we didn’t find a single rainbow gem. 

“Tough luck, Basil,” I said as we were claiming our bags back in Moonlight Falls.
            “That’s okay, I’ll just have to double up my chemistry efforts and save up money for another trip,” Basil said.
            “Just keep trying and Mystery will be all-human before you know it,” Oberon said.
            I’m not sure how much our words helped, but Basil did just as he said he would, although it would  be a little longer before any of us(Besides Basil) saw Mystery for ourselves

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Phases of the Moone 2.2

The first and best mistake I ever made came in the form of a beautiful, older  witch named Brittany Bertiger.  Basil was senior in high school, Oberon and I were juniors and the triplets had just turned two. Basil was still hooked on Mystery, but being basically a ghost (we hoped, for the sake of Basil’s sanity), he couldn’t invite her, so Oberon and I went instead.
             I spotted Brittany on the other side of the dance floor being hit on by a bad boy looking type and she was not returning his flirts.  I had a weakness for people in distress, so when the asshole wouldn’t leave her alone, I stepped in and cast the spell, chattering teeth on him.  He responded by sucker punching me in the face. Next thing I knew the two of us were in the middle of the dance floor beating the crap out of each other. Chaperons quickly pulled us apart and kicked the two of us out of the prom. As soon as we were outside the deuce climbed in his car and drove away.
            I was about to fly home myself when she stepped outside and walked towards me. “Thanks back there, I mean I should have cast a spell myself before the fight escalated before it did, but I’m really grateful none-the-less,”

            “It’s no big deal, really. When people need help I can’t help, but act,” I said. 
She took a wand from her dress pocket and pointed it at me. “Let me at least help the swelling on your face go down.” She stepped closer, I remember her breathe on me and the scent of peppermint coming from her hair.
She waved her wand and a warm glow filled my face. When it faded there was no trace left of me being punched.  The warmth drifted a little lower, but that had nothing to do with her spell. “Thanks. That helped a lot.”
            “Are you busy Saturday night?” she asked.
            “Next Saturday is a full moon there’s a silly trial of courage thing going on in the graveyard. It sounded fun, but you need a date to finish it.”
            “Sure, sounds like fun.” I said, not that any guy in their right mind would say no.
            She kissed me on the cheek. “See you Saturday then.” After that she hopped on her broomstick and flew home.
            My cheek warmed where her lips touched it and I flew home in a pleasant  daze.
            Saturday couldn’t get here soon enough. I wasn’t too nervous, instead I was excited. When I told Oberon about my first date he practically grabbed my hand and pulled me to the closest clothing store. He even offered to pay for me to get a haircut, but I refused. At the time I liked my hair long and only trimmed it when it was absolutely necessary, and I preferred to do that myself. Finally Saturday night arrived and I met Brittany at the graveyard. She wore a hoodie and shorts, but she could of worn a bag and I still would have been head over heels.
“You look great.” Brittany said.

            “Thanks, you look good yourself.” I said.
            She grabbed my hand. “Let’s go. “
            Inside the cemetery it was dark except for glowing blue lamps, Brittany’s wand and the Aura of Soothing I projected to give a us a little bravery boost. The trial itself consisted of following the lanterns on a fence around a  pre-determined path.  Zombies and ghosts shuffled by occasionally, but thanks to the fence they were only as dangerous as a lion or cow plant at the zoo. One zombie did reach over the fence to try and get us, but Brittany and I cast spells at the same time, knocking out the unfortunate zombie.
            When we reached the end of the trial Brittany pointed to the night sky and said, “the stars are lovely tonight, wanna watch them with me for a little while?”
            “Sure,” I said and led her off the path a little, keeping a careful eye out for zombies and ghost, just in case.
            We sat on the ground and Brittany scooted close enough that her knees brushed against mine.  “Thanks for taking me out. “She said in a soft, husky voice.
            “I’m glad you invited me to come with you.” I said.
 She smiled and held my hand in hers. After that we sat in silence for some time just enjoying each other’s company.

             Our date ended when a couple ghosts appeared, chilled the air and killed the mood.  I walked Brittany home and, but when we got to her house she paused in her driveway and grabbed my hands.  I knew what she expected me to do, but I completely froze when I remembered that I’d never kissed a girl before, aside from my mom.  What if I messed up?  When Brittany noticed this she pulled me towards her face and the rest I could figure out on my own. We shared a peppermint scented kiss that I still remember every detail of to this day.

Monday, August 1, 2016

Phases of the Moone 2.1

Anyone who glorifies large “quirky” families has never actually been a part of one.  I have five siblings.  My brother, Basil is the oldest followed by me and my twin brother Oberon

            After that are the triplets, who are thirteen years younger than me, because my parents just couldn’t keep it in their pants. As you may have guessed they’re that couple, you know the type, no matter how old they get they can’t keep their hands off one another, its gross, especially when they’re your parents. 

            Growing up I spend most days fighting over our two bathrooms and trying not to kill anyone else in the house that busted at the seams with people and a cat.  On the plus side our house was always lively, especially around the full moon when three of my family members changed into raging wolf beasts or when Basil’s   imaginary friend, Mystery felt like making herself known to the rest of the family. Everything else in life should have been easy compared to dealing with my family, I learned my family would be the ones that would make the harder parts of my life bearable . Trust me, I built the school of hard knocks from all of my bad decisions starting my junior year of high school ,but my family  was always there. 

Friday, July 29, 2016

Phases of the Moone: Gen 2 Intro

Meet Ashe Augustus Moone 
Occult Type: Fairy
Traits: Good, Adventurous,Brave, Loves the Outdoors, Snob
Lifetime Wish:Seasoned Traveler 
Summery: Ashe Moone grew up in a huge family and struggled to find his own place within  since both he and his twin brother, Oberon were always stuck in the middle of six kids. To get himself noticed he was always a bit of a rebel( although his intentions were never malicious) and did things like date an older woman and refuse to go to college with his twin, at least at first. His protectiveness got the better of him and he chose to join Oberon  after all. There he meets a woman named Nina who forever alters his life's direction.  His story begins Monday, August 1rst. 

Phases of the Moone 1.14

            Towards the end of the pregnancy we put the finishing touches on Basil’s bachelor pad.  Like his nursery and bedroom before that we painted most of it orange. We also added an extra bathroom in it since he needed one and one simply wouldn’t be enough anymore after the new baby arrived. 
Around the same time Ashe and Oberon turned thirteen. Since the house was a mess after the construction we decided to celebrate their birthday  in a nearby park. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, maybe not, but I cried when they blew out the candles.  A few days after the party my water broke and Jasper rushed me to the hospital. 

As soon as the car started going anxiety crept into my skull. According to the doctor we were expecting twins again, two girls, but he also warned me that my advanced age of near forty meant  that  a C-section was almost guaranteed. Before this moment building Basil’s room had kept my mind busy so I didn’t worry about everything that could go wrong or worry my kids about it, now nothing was holding them back.
            Jasper grabbed my hand and held it until the paperwork was signed and I was in my hospital bed. I wished he could have stayed throughout the entire birth, but as my doctor expected, I needed a C-section.
            The rest of the labor is a blur of anesthesia  and Epidural until one phrase cleared the fog, although the voice that said it was distant. “There’s one more’
            A few minutes later a nurse held two little girls and Jasper held a little boy. I grabbed at the air trying to get a hold of at least one of my kids, but a nurse was pulling me away.
            “Mrs. Moone," she said in a cold, stilted voice, “You’ve lost a lot of blood, we have to get you a transfusion immediately.”
            In my medicated state I tried to stand and my head spun. The nurse gently pressed me back down onto the bed and I didn’t fight her.
            The triplets and I spent an extra three weeks in the hospital just to make sure everything was okay. When we returned home I was greeted by Jasper and three handsome young men. Wfen I saw them  a thousand stresses melted away. There would be a lot of growing pains, but for now I was relieved the triplets were alive and healthy.
            The oldest of them a werewolf like me, Like Basil she should no signs of being an occult, but by them we knew better. We named her Maribelle Jane Moone.

 Next in line was another little girl with wings matching Jasper’s, Ashe and Oberon’s, we named her  Posie Olivia Moone. Like Ashe she took after Jasper in many other ways as well.

            Lastly there was our last boy, he was a fairy and we named him Jack Michael Moone, after my boss who passed a couple  years after he retired.  He helped we a lot when I first moved to Moonlight Falls a lifetime ago. 
 I looked from the miracle triplets to the older kids to Jasper and tears welled up in my eyes.
            “Are you okay, Mom?” Oberon asked.
            I didn’t say a word, just nodded, no words would fit.  This was my legacy and I couldn’t have wished for a better one. 

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Phases of the Moone 1.13

Before I knew it, Basil reached his thirteenth birthday. It was a bittersweet moment because he had grown into a wonderful young man, but I knew that in just a few years he’d be out of his house and on his own.
 With his birthday I was positive that he’d forget about Mystery completely, but he didn’t and instead asked for a chemistry set so he could create the potion needed to bring her to life. I didn’t want to get him the set at first because he was much too old for us to encourage his frankly delusion behavior. However, strange things started to happen around the house. For instance one day I swore I saw a plate moving towards the dishwasher on its own, when I moved in to get a closer look it was right back on the table where it was left earlier. 
            Things got even stranger when we got a call from the Science Lab mentioning that they saw Basil talking to an invisible  being on one of the class field trips. They requested he come back to their lab with 2000 simoleons and a rainbow gem. I couldn’t help but wonder if there something to be said about Basil’s claims. 
            Jasper seemed to feel the same way. “Perhaps we should get Basil chemistry set and see what happens.”
            “I think you’re right.” I said.
As soon as we got him that chemistry set, Basil’s life greatly improved. While he still had few friends and talked about Mystery constantly, he did join both The Science and Shop clubs to help improve his chemistry skills. I had high hopes that he'd make actual friends in the his  clubs. 
            Life became pretty routine after that. The boys would go to school and their clubs , I would go to work and Jasper would  tend to his plants  and manage the house. One spring morning, Jasper and I decided to change up the routine after the boys left for school. I didn’t have work for a few hours yet so we decided to take advantage of our alone time. What started with a simple  dance to shake up the morning routine  ended in the shower and  most people could guess what happened after that. 

            I was older than I was when the boys were born, so I figured that my child birthing days were over, but a few weeks later I woke up feeling more nauseous than I ever had before.  I had my suspicions, but refused to believe I was expecting any more kids, until I puked my guts out shortly after the boys got home from school. The one bathroom we had was occupied so I spilled basically everything I’d consumed that day on our front lawn.

 I pulled Jasper to the side and told him about my symptoms. “What are we going to do?” I asked him in a hushed tone.
            “We’ll be fine. What’s one more kid? We’ll build Basil his own personal bachelor pad outside the house and give his room to the new baby. Not to mention Ashe and Oberon’s thirteenth birthday is just a few months away, we’ll have plenty of help,” Jasper said.
            At the time I believed every word he said and even looked forward to the new baby, but sometimes life isn’t quite as simple as you’d like it to be.