I wrote this in 1991 when I was about 17. I have resisted any temptation to "improve" it. It’s a short poetic story recounting a real event in my life where I realized that I’m just not a killer.

Hunting Poem.

Has been set.

A condensed/short story.

In the early fall, folks in town began talking about a large, pure-white deer that was seen roaming the woods near Brookhaven at night. Several hunting parties were gathered to go after the large animal, but it seemed to be impervious to bullets, and folks began saying it was a phantom deer. Around about that time, several women in the town began having trouble with their churning and a number of cows and pigs began to sicken and die. Folks blamed the incidents on the phantom deer, though each of the people afflicted with the trouble had crossed Aunty Greenleaf at some time in the last month.

An inspirational story.

An inspirational story.

An inspirational story.

Short story.

Short tales.