| As The River Flows by Ilene Rubin |
"You go lookin' for adventure and you know what you find? Trouble, that's all, just trouble!" Blanche Tucker ~ As The River Flows |
| Take me with your ebb and flow, Let my embers follow whence you go, Through winding curves of yonder discourse, Teach me what it is you know Whilst time enough to see, to feel, To smell the ruddy scent of tide's freedom on my heel. What's upriver beyond the bend? Past for mine eyes what nevermore can you lend. Where does the river flow as you traverse downstream? Past sight of my yearning and dreams? On my lost love's and deathly spirit's journey, Over the next tide, past the jetty? Will my fleeing soul continue past my time, Into lifetimes as your heart's desire intermingles with mine? For surely, as my scattered ashes float into tomorrow on the currents of tonight, from here to towns unknown, My vein's blood, my hopes and dreams will travel downstream As the river flows. How can it be that I am wasted, My spirit most newly inspired? How can it be that I am no more Upon this land so freshly conspired? On my last and final journey While my mind screams with a burning That in all else I was not done! Find another to place me into Find another, let my place be won! Take me with you, Oh river so swift, Take me with you Upon your waves I'll drift, Until the ones are there and new, To live again and this pain renew, Find what it is that let this happen, That I found my life drifting on your mires lapping. Take me with you on your waves of hope, Trickle past shores, my soul's last earthly rope, Your guide to be the ever moon, Take me with you for my soul condemned suffers death's bell tolling much to soon, And I shall follow where you lead . . . As the river flows. |
| Ever Hear of a place called Witch's Hill? Supposedly it's a place where 3 witches were hung in Pennsylvania. True of Urban Legend? Think you know? Email me! |
A murder is about to take place.
The reader can feel it coming, sense it in the description of dark roads.
The place is rural Maple Grove during the summer of 1939. Two men
travel north toward Canada. Away from the depression. Away from
the law and the rotten lives they led. Away from a botched robbery
that left a man dead on a chipped tile floor, a crowbar still clutched in
his hand.
Corn fields. The smell of neglected crops, pungent and ripe after a mid
summer storm. The crunch of kernels as they eat raw corn in a field.
Damp fog. Narrow winding roads. A stolen old Chevrolet that refuses
to go fast enough and far enough.
A cold-hearted man named Bill Foster.
He is a quietly sinister man. Evil broils just below the surface of his
charming facade, an evil that goes back centuries. He is the sort of
man that beckons a second look even if there is an instinct to turn
away. Those with a pure heart feel uneasy in his presence.
How did he get that way? Who is he? It matters not. He’s near. He’s
determined and dangerous. He’s on the run and running out of cash.
A pathetic accomplice named Carl Parkinson rides in the car with Bill.
He smokes, brushes greasy sweat off his face. His obsessions and
simplistic criminality kindle Bill's brutality. He is most dangerous during
brief moments of clarity.
A small town in Bucks County will never be the same. Maple Grove,
fifteen miles north of New Hope is a quaint historic Bucks County
town on the Delaware River.
Fifty miles north of historic Philadelphia.
Rich in legend, myth and the ghosts of Indians, Colonials and Pirates,
the location is ripe for this story, a location where residents covet their
secrets.
Bill and Carl wreak havoc on Maple Grove and start a chain of events
that spans decades. Death and time are mere terms, no barrier for the
killers or the killed.
They are coming. They've been here before. This will be a battle of
good versus evil, of heavenly proportions or is it just a demonic
possession? That is left for the reader to decide. One thing is certain;
Retribution, absolution or damnation will finally be determined for two
evil killers named Bill and Carl. Don't think it's true? Go ask the people
from Maple Grove . . . they'll tell you. They remember the summer of
1939.
The reader can feel it coming, sense it in the description of dark roads.
The place is rural Maple Grove during the summer of 1939. Two men
travel north toward Canada. Away from the depression. Away from
the law and the rotten lives they led. Away from a botched robbery
that left a man dead on a chipped tile floor, a crowbar still clutched in
his hand.
Corn fields. The smell of neglected crops, pungent and ripe after a mid
summer storm. The crunch of kernels as they eat raw corn in a field.
Damp fog. Narrow winding roads. A stolen old Chevrolet that refuses
to go fast enough and far enough.
A cold-hearted man named Bill Foster.
He is a quietly sinister man. Evil broils just below the surface of his
charming facade, an evil that goes back centuries. He is the sort of
man that beckons a second look even if there is an instinct to turn
away. Those with a pure heart feel uneasy in his presence.
How did he get that way? Who is he? It matters not. He’s near. He’s
determined and dangerous. He’s on the run and running out of cash.
A pathetic accomplice named Carl Parkinson rides in the car with Bill.
He smokes, brushes greasy sweat off his face. His obsessions and
simplistic criminality kindle Bill's brutality. He is most dangerous during
brief moments of clarity.
A small town in Bucks County will never be the same. Maple Grove,
fifteen miles north of New Hope is a quaint historic Bucks County
town on the Delaware River.
Fifty miles north of historic Philadelphia.
Rich in legend, myth and the ghosts of Indians, Colonials and Pirates,
the location is ripe for this story, a location where residents covet their
secrets.
Bill and Carl wreak havoc on Maple Grove and start a chain of events
that spans decades. Death and time are mere terms, no barrier for the
killers or the killed.
They are coming. They've been here before. This will be a battle of
good versus evil, of heavenly proportions or is it just a demonic
possession? That is left for the reader to decide. One thing is certain;
Retribution, absolution or damnation will finally be determined for two
evil killers named Bill and Carl. Don't think it's true? Go ask the people
from Maple Grove . . . they'll tell you. They remember the summer of
1939.
| Think you know where Maple Grove is? Is it in Minnesotta? Illinois? Vermont? Pennsylvania? Scroll to the bottom of this page to find out! |
| In this story, Maple Grove is in Pennsylvania, between New Hope and Upper Black Eddy, along the Delaware River. |
| Comments on this story? Please click here to send an email. |
| I love New Hope and Bucks County, PA that I've painted several scenes. Click here to view some of them. |
| For a virtual Tour of Bucks County, Pennsylvania, click here to jump to a website of Bucks County Photographer, David Hanauer |
| The Center Bridge, actually WAS struck by lightning in July of 1923! 25 Firemen plunged into the river below! The painting above was created of that night by Bucks County artist Edward Redfield. |
| A Clairvoyant named Margaret who lived in New Hope for over 40 years told me that the story I wrote was not made up but was true and was actually a past life experience! Want to hear other weird stuff about the writing of this story? Send an email! |
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| WARNING: This novel contains scenes of graphic sex, violence and religious content that may be offensive to some. (Definitely rated R) It also deals with murder and matters of the darker side of human nature. This is NOT appropriate for children, young adults or anyone seeking lighthearted reading. Please use good judgment in your purchase of this product. |
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