Caleb Branam
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Mr. and Mrs. Squirrel, Owl, and the Sycamore Tree
Mr. and Mrs. Squirrel, Owl, and the Sycamore Tree. By: Caleb Branam A certain owl set out one day for new lands. This was a particular barn owl who tired of his drafty barn, its rustic setting and meager offerings. In truth no barn in the world would be enough. No place ever would, Owl suffered from one of the most powerful curses ever known. Owl wanted more. Always he wanted more, and his cunning and power were such, that what he could not achieve by guile, he took by force. Driven by ego and insatiable avarice Owl took wing in search of more, and more, and more. After many days and nights of flight he came to a sprawling city. Owl soared above the snow-capped rooftops until at length he found a church. Weary from the journey he landed on the steeple and took in the scene below.
By Caleb Branam4 years ago in Fiction
Showdown at Buzzard Creek
Showdown at Buzzard Creek There was always something strange about the boy. “He was an only child after all, and perhaps I failed him after his mother died.” Dutch thought to himself as he rode across the frigid plain. He had never quite warmed to the boy, but then “How could you?” he asked himself. Always odd, always made Dutch feel ill at ease. He recalled the time on his eleventh birthday when he found him standing in the corral in nothing but his long johns staring up at the immensity of the Texas sky. The cold February moon shone down its warmthless light upon them, and he remembered how the boy had acknowledged his presence, greeting him coldly in a distracted monotone cast carelessly over one shoulder. “Hello Dutch. I’m almost done here. I’ll be inside soon.” Dutch knew full well that at three in the morning in the Texas panhandle at that time of year they both should have been inside nestled alongside the aged and reliable pot-bellied stove long since. However, the chills that ran up his spine and the sensation of others watching from somewhere led him to accept the child’s odd explanation for his behavior and leave him to his peculiar business. He could still feel the uneasiness follow him as it had followed him on that cold walk back to the ranch house nine years ago, almost to the day.
By Caleb Branam4 years ago in Fiction
The Jade Chalice
The Jade Chalice By: Caleb M. Branam The Sea had been calm all morning. It had been too calm in fact, as the empty fishing nets strewn about the deck gave testament to. It was more than just the nets though; Jacque had felt it all throughout his bleak predawn preparations. He felt it as he made his way out to his usual fishing haunts.
By Caleb Branam4 years ago in Fiction
