When I was a teen, I and half of my generation aspired to spotlit dreams of superstardom. To be passionate about something beyond oneself is the
impetus for forward motion, and I was passionate about song. Some of us outgrew our fantasies while pursuing real goals of education and family.
As for me, my rock star glitter paled upon hearing my recorded 'Kermit the frog' vocals for the first time. After drying my tears, I opted for
pen and paper instead of microphone and back up band. Twenty years later, I am still writing...still dreaming. The mechanism has changed from pen
and paper to bandwidth and graphics but my passion for storytelling and for inspiring others remains. As you navigate through this site, this new
endeavor, I hope that you are inspired, uplifted and entertained. My passion is writing...for you...
Peace and Blessings.
T. L. Boehm
Bethany's Crossing
Prologue: Train Wreck
The pristine autumn night waned quiet and still as small tendrils of smoky breath curled from two creatures slinking silently up the graveled side
of the old train tracks. Their prey's fear was tangible energy and the creatures savored the raw emotion permeating the space between them and
their target. The old man felt the evil welling up from the debris-laden embankment as he searched the darkness for the unseen malevolence that
ceaselessly stalked him. Two sets of pale eyes focused on the tattered green backpack the man worked feverishly to unsnarl from the break in the
tracks. Suddenly the night erupted in a crescendo of unearthly snarls and screams. The two beasts attacked each other, rolling and snarling in a
fight to the death. Balmor growled, sinking his yellow teeth deep into Rashi's furry shoulder. Rashi yelped, falling backwards onto the tracks.
So intent on ripping out the throat of his weaker opponent, Balmor never saw the metal monster bearing down on them. Too late, the conductor
attempted to stop the train from impacting the two fighters. The train screamed through the intersection, throwing a shower of sparks just before
impact. With a howl of fear, Rashi tore away from his attacker and leapt to safety. He was running at a full gallop as the train slammed into his
attacker, leaving a swath of ash and burning flesh across the tracks.
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March 2008 - T. L. Boehm will be the 'featured blogger' in the upcoming edition of Nocturne Magazine with a post entitled
"Literary Child". Her poems "Nocturne" and "Disappointment" will also be published in the edition scheduled for March/April 2008 as well as an
excerpt from her novel in progress entitled "Thoughtless".
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