http://slow.writerscafe.org/Oscillationman The original writings of author Thomas Allen Erb en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022558 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Chapter Seven:      Carrie watched as Warren’s head was swallowed up by the huge ebony arm of her neighbor. Blood started to pool under his dark brown hair as the hulking frame of Vernon Murphy stood over Warren’s limp body.   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/225435/       ON THE TRAIL OF THE DEAD By:Thomas A. ErbNovember 18, 2007                      &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/224812/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/224810/               CHAPTER SIX:     Gustav Moltke stepped out onto the terrace of the ancient palace and drew a deep breath. It had been a long five years of planning and hard to get to this point and time. Bel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/224805/ Follow Carter Billings on his search for meaning in life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/219586/ Short story in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/219575/  CHAPTER FIVE     The smell of human waste and rotting dog food bombarded Warren as he stepped into the dingy trailer. But above all, the stench that filled his nostrils was that of a growing all too familiar one, the one of death. He lifted his head to hear anything c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/219570/  CHAPTER FOUR New Friends, New Enemies!      Warren stepped out of the store, over the broken door and turned to the young girl.     “I’m Warren, Warren Young. And again, thanks!” he said, offering her his hand.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/219566/  CHAPTER THREE-ROUGH      Morning came and Warren awoke with a shutter. Mayko lay next to him, providing an additional blanket and sense of security. Looking around the dark cellar, he realized with a bleak heaviness that it was all a dream and that all he had fea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/219564/ CHAPTER TWO-  “Rainy Day…Dream Away.”      The setting sun caste a ghastly shadow upon what was once Franklin Gossman’s face. A handsome man of late mid-fifties, now the slug from Warren’s shotgun made softball sized hole where his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/219554/  AETERNO UMBRAChapter One: 1985 was a good year to die“Reach out to me as if from the grave…I try to run, but I’m tied to you like a slave.”-Judas Priest     SUNDAY, JUNE 7th, 1985 6:29pm“It was early spring when the world came .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/214787/ PROLOGUE PART TWO: Grand Central Station, New York City: 7:15am- Rush Hour.  Monday, December 20th 1984  Basel Ghaalib stood before the large ornate doors of Grand Central station with mixed emotions of awe and disgust.  “Infidels!” he cursed to himself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/214770/ The beginning of the end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/214759/ coming soon... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oscillationman/214750/