http://slow.writerscafe.org/roymerritt The original writings of author R. A. Merritt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776196667 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A diatribe against religion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1427820/ Nature's inspiration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1422086/ 135CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: By the time Snoops arrived at the Watkins house the awful Luther had come and gone.  Again he had disturbed the scene, trying to conceal evidence of the pale man and his slaves crimes, his other accomplice as it were.  But now he had virtually committed murder there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421880/ 126CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: Inside the house a conversation was taking place at the kitchen table.  “Ain’t there any goddamn Moon Pies?  You know damn well I want a Moon Pie for desert to enjoy with my coffee!”  Jasper Watkins said to his long, suffering wife Faye. &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421875/ 122CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: Luther Newton didn’t think all of them were aware that he was following them, but he was almost certain that the pale man knew it and yet was apparently undisturbed that he was doing so.  That is as long as he was discreet about it.  He did not fear he would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421873/ 119CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: They looked about the barn for several minutes.  But Mabry didn’t betray anything that he was thinking.  Trumbo and Carter stood and looked about acting impatient because they weren’t sure what they were doing there since it was obvious all that had occu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421871/ 117CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: Mabry left the porch and looked out on the farm.  He noticed the giant oak tree far away in the pasture, it looked very old a poor elderly victim of the storm.  “That tree looks rather old.”  Mabry said pointing at the downed gargantuan.  T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421870/ A poem about money grubbing preachers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421763/ Evil from hell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421680/ A humorous poem about being a dog http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421675/ 107CHAPTER TWENTY: Once Carter and Sheriff Trumbo returned to the front porch they saw a gray sedan approaching down the dirt road.  It turned out to be Special Agent Mabry.  His driver was an agent from the local FBI office in Sayerville and who chose not to leave the comfort of the sedan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421441/ 103CHAPTER NINETEEN: Cyril Carter looked about the yard.  “You say there was a tornado that touched down?”  He asked.  Now Trumbo looked about also.  “Yeah sure did, but it doesn’t look like it did that much damage.  It blew down some trees, but that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421436/ 99CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Upon arriving at the Reese farmhouse Sheriff John Trumbo saw two of his deputies standing on the porch looking somewhat taken aback and quite nervous.  They hurriedly came out into the yard and were seemingly rushing to meet him.  He nodded at them as they approached hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421434/ 87CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Once Clarke Arrington contacted the Billing’s Police Department about what he had discovered at his business the person on duty at the small force immediately called the chief Enos Howell.  Needless to say the chief was excited by such news and thus contacted all the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421427/ 84CHAPTER SIXTEEN: He rode the narrow byways for hours seeking them out.  At last the quest brought him onto a seemingly abandoned stretch of blacktop save for a worn out Buick that slowly crawled ahead of him and coughed black clouds of smoke like a declining smoker.  Eventually he manage.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421420/ A man disappears http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421315/ A tale of a man who refuses to face facts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421283/ A poem about werewolves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1421078/ A homage to Jim Morrison of the Doors http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420992/ A humorous poem about a southern cad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420985/ 81CHAPTER FIFTEEN: When Clarke Arrington received Crumpler’s call concerning the arrival of the new Chevrolets he’d been expecting he was so angry that he started to dial up the GM plant in Atlanta and tell them he was starting civil procedures against them come the next day.  He wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420952/ 75CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Dwayne Crumpler did have one advantage over his quarry that is if they weren’t locals.  And that was his knowledge that this stand of trees would soon give way tothe well-manicured greens of the nine-hole municipal gold course.   Of course at this time of the year.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420949/ 67CHAPTER THIRTEEN: The security guard was agitated with the arrival of the automobile carrier.  The owner had told him they were expecting a truckload of new cars, but he didn’t expect them to be pulling up while he was on duty.  This was a part-time job anyway and he had never been.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420947/ 63CHAPTER TWELVE: Once he had passed the scene of the deputy and the pickup the truck driver geared the truck to a greater velocity.  Looking in the mirror he saw that the motorcycle he had seen at the motel was behind him and had also increased its speed.  He grew suspicious.  That w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420945/ 58CHAPTER ELEVEN: There were two beds in the room and on each lay one of the women sprawled out like a fish ready to be scaled.  Their clothes were torn and tattered as they hung from their flesh.  Each woman had a very deep wound on her neck with faint smears of blood, which formed i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420941/ A humorous poem about the disappearance of the Australian PM Harold Holt in 1967 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420895/ A humorous poem about a wild baseball pitcher http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420884/ 54CHAPTER TEN: They stood there among the few cars parked in the lot.  The weak lights of the lot cast their shadows eerily about.  Then they heard voices.  They were soft and sweetand ever so cheerful.  Encouraged by Clay the pale man and he bent low beside one of the cars like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420658/ 44CHAPTER NINE: After the death of his parents Clay Reese was initially befuddled by the situation.  The terrible image of his violated father and mother had as yet not penetrated his altered cerebral cortex to a degree, which would bring forth an emotional response to the tragedy before him. &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420656/ 41CHAPTER EIGHT: As the Harley expelled mud from beneath its wheels his brain was churning with questions.  This was a rare moment indeed for Luther Newton.  Who had committed these murders, where was the kid Clay, and who was in the pickup that he’d seen leaving the place?  Onc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420648/ 37CHAPTER SEVEN: Luther scrambled to his feet as quickly as his aching bones would allow.  Sleeping on the bench in such an awkward position had been unkind to his muscles.  He was 37 years old and right now he felt every grievous day of it.  His boots landed onto the overgrown vegeta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420647/ 33CHAPTER SIX: After his conversation with the kid Clay, Luther Newton got antsy.  He lay there on the musty bed and stared at the ceiling.  He now intensely wished he had not taken this job.  Strong armin’ could be a dangerous gig, especially trying to extort money from some in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420643/ A humorous poem about the king of the beasts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420214/ A humorous poem about drooling, which Homer Simpson can surely attest to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420198/ Poem about the soap opera surrounding Celopatra http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1420051/ Revision of a humorous poem about a couch potato http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419982/ A tornado comes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419914/ Chapter four of The Pale Man Rises http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419906/ A storm at hand http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419894/ At home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419864/ The beginning of my novel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419849/ Vampire chronicle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419824/ Revision of a tale I wrote about man in the 19th Century disappears in the Appalachian foothills based on a rumored story that happened in Tennessee in the year mentioned. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419554/ Revised version of an old story I wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419540/ A revised version of a story poem for children about a forgetful bear named Beecham who doesn't know where his hair is http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419497/ Revision of a poem about the human condition and the despair of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419282/ Revision of a poem about social and political animus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419272/ Revision of a story I wrote concerning nature turning on mankind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419247/ Dealing with a overbearing spouse and her equally irritating mother. A tale of a man who wants to escape. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419084/ The final day of Doctor H. H. Holmes infamous serial killer during the Chicago Expedition in 1890. He was prominently featured In Erik Larson's "Devil In The White City" and what inspired this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roymerritt/1419054/