Ellen Moyer
Stories (8/0)
The evening Star
Everynight at midnight the purple clouds come out to play with the blushing sky. This was the image that guided my life. One I confronted boldly, without fear of what others would think of me. I was good and I knew it. I I was the Queen of the Night , Venus, a Goddess of Sexual Love, a maker of wisdom.
By Ellen Moyerabout a year ago in Filthy
Highway to Heaven
Oh , if these walls could talk what stories they could tell about families and relationships and secrets that could make your ears burn for better or worse. My story began in 1862 not far from the Missouri River in Dakota Territory when my family, the Burns, ventured out from a farm near Minneapolis in the new State of Minnesota hoping to find new riches in the call to “go west, young man go west”.
By Ellen Moyerabout a year ago in Filthy
The wise old owl saves the day
The Owl sat high on his tree in the woods near the popular canyon hikers like to explore. It was near time to go hunting but he was uneasy. The air felt heavy and acrid. He smelled it. There was smoke in the air. Smoke meant fire. Fire that could make his tree into ash. Danger. Time to move on.
By Ellen Moyer2 years ago in Fiction
There she goes
Good bye old friend. I loved this old barn. She had stood sturdy for a hundred years on our family farm. Tobacco leaves had hung from her rafters when farming the big T would bring a struggling farmer a pocket full of cash. When the soil was sick and depleted and Tobacco was gone she sheltered several horses that could carry me into our village proper. Hay covered it’s loft …so much fun to play in and hide under in our youthful games of hide and seek. A little older I would sneak into that loft with my best beau. Oh, the story’s this barn could tell through three generations of family.
By Ellen Moyer3 years ago in Fiction
Crime Doesn't Pay
The Talented Mr. Ripley is a work of fiction about a conman who covets a life of elegance and wealth and achieves it through a series of murders when that lifestyle is threatened. There are five Ripley books that have stood the test of time. Multiple movies portray him as a likable, charming, erudite, suave young man who intrigues us as he pursues a life of elegance, marries a wealthy woman and settles in France. His story unveils a thoroughly amoral human who, while often kind to others in his life, doesn’t seem to believe in good or evil. Having illegally achieved great wealth and absorbed the self-confident, elegant character of the friend he both loved and murdered, Tom Ripley sucks us, the reader, into his life. We actually cheer for him on his many escapades to protect the life style he coveted and achieved. Matt Damon played Ripley in the 1999 movie of The Talented Mr. Ripley and that movie may have inspired the making of another con-artist, a real life person, who also coveted the life of wealthy adventures achieved by the fictional Ripley.
By Ellen Moyer3 years ago in Humans
To Fish or not
The Island Queen moved slowly through the narrow gap where the Honga River entered the Chesapeake Bay. Having booked a three day fishing trip on Marylands Eastern Shore at my request , I was the only guest aboard The Queen,a tough little boat outfitted for fishing.
By Ellen Moyer3 years ago in Humans
Blind Date
The sun-kissed Daffodils seemed to be nodding their yellow heads directly at me. “Cheers”, I said as I lifted my glass of Merlot to the awakening of Mother Earth. The water of the Chesapeake Bay seemed sun kissed too as it sparkled back at me over the blue forget-me-nots spawning in my yard. “Cheers to you too” I said as I lifted another glass of wine in applause of Spring.
By Ellen Moyer3 years ago in Humans