Darkness, Beautiful Darkness

By C. D. Moulton

Daren Clowers had a difficult childhood. He learned to hide early as a simple survival trait.
He was a normal-seeming type of person in the daytime
Then came the night.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. D. Moulton
• Release date: Jul 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201469498

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Darkness, Beautiful Darkness

by C. D. Moulton

© 2014 & 2019 by C. D. Moulton

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

Daren Clowers had a difficult childhood. He learned to hide early as a simple survival trait.

He was a normal-seeming type of person in the daytime

Then came the night.

Contents

About the author

Childhood Memories

The High School Memories

University

Classes

Psychology Lessons

Darkness

Reminiscences

The Prologue to the Thesis

Fade Out

About the author

CD was born in Lakeland, Florida, in 1938. He is educated in genetics and botany. He has traveled over much of the world, particularly when he was in music as a rock rhythm guitarist with some well-known bands in the late sixties and early seventies. He has worked as a high steel worker and as a longshoreman, clerk, orchidist, bar owner, salvage yard manager and landscaper – among other things.

CD began writing fiction in 1984 and has more than 300 books published as of 3/15/16 in SciFi, murder, orchid culture and various other fields.

He now resides in Puerto Armuelles David and Gualaca, Chiriqui, Panamá, where he continues research into epiphytic plants and plays music with friends. He loves the culture of the indigenous people and counts a majority of his closer friends among that group. Several have adopted him as their father. He funds those he can afford through the universities where they have all excelled. The Indios are very intelligent people, they are simply too poor (in material things and money. Culturally, they are very wealthy) to pursue higher education.

CD loves Panamá and the people, despite horrendous experiences (Free e-book; Fading Paradise). He plans to spend the rest of his life in the paradise that is Panamá

- Estrelita Suarez V. de Jaramillo – 3/15/2016

CD is involved in research of natural cancer cure at this time. It has proven effective in all cases, so far. It is based on a plant that has been in use for thousands of years, is safe, available, and cheap. He has studied botany, and was cured of a serious lymphoma with use of the plant, Ambrosia peruviana.

Information about this cure is free on the FaceBook group, Artemisia Cancer Cure plus. CD asks only that all who try it please report on its effectiveness on that group.

Childhood Memories

Daren Claude Clowers sat staring blindly into space. He didn’t feel anything, even in a time such as now.

He knew that was strange, but it was the way it was. It was the way he was. He couldn’t be hurt, because nothing anybody did could ever reach him.

At times like this, when he had absolutely nothing to do, he always retreated to memories.

Not the good ones, of which there were very few. The ones that made him what he was –

Daren Claude Clowers, you open this door this minute or you’ll regret it! I promise you that! his mother screeched.

She was drunk again. She had hit him across his back with a leather belt – same as a hundred times before. She got drunk and blamed him for being born.

It was her who couldn’t keep her knees together after a couple of shots! His uncle said that a hundred times.

Hell! He was only six years old! He didn’t ask to be born! He wished he never had been!

He had put a big piece of rerod through two bolt holders, like he saw a picture of in the paper when they said to put extra locks on your doors, because there was somebody breaking into houses and doing something bad to the women in them at night.

He liked the night. She wasn’t there until late, and he could lock her out. She’d be in her dirty bed until almost noon, and wouldn’t even remember why she was beating on him. She’d come home a little early, and had caught him in the kitchen, this time.

Daren! You open this door right now – and I mean right now! she yelled.

There was a banging on the front door. She said, Oh, shit! Not them again! and left. It would be the police. The neighbors called them, not because of him, because she was yelling like that at two in the morning. They pretended like they didn’t even know about him, but he saw Old Lady Hames watching once when she was yelling and hitting him with the belt on the front porch. The police came, and she said she didn’t call them, that she didn’t have anything to do with the neighbors, and liked it that way.

Maybe that was the time when he really did do the wrong thing. The cop asked if she had hit him. She was standing behind the cop, and he could see the way she looked at him, sort of like when she said he was going to regret something, so he said she yelled a lot.

He didn’t say she didn’t hit him.

The cop told her she should get anger counseling or something that sounded like that. She said she had the flu, and was out of sorts, and she would do better. He said he could smell the flu from ten feet away. It was bottled flu, so knock it off with the stories. He saw it every day, and wasn’t fooled.

She didn’t hit him again after the cop left because he didn’t say she did before, so she would let it ride.

She said that a lot. She would let it ride.

A month or so later, she had hit him with her hand. In the face. A guy from some church was walking by and saw it and he called the police and they came and he told them she hit him in the face.  One was the same cop from before, and he made Daren get in the car and took him to the doctor. The doctor took