Fiction

A wicked and decadent sequel to the Cinderella story...

2 CREEPY DREAMS

Well, I start to tell my story.  Cars rush up to us, lights flashing.  Men get out, bullhorn in one’s hand and guns in the hands of others.

FRENCH CARTOON DREAM

A fantasy adventure set in a strange indoor universe, inhabited by puppets, which is told in the form of a child's book report that keeps wandering off the topic...

or, what do you do when the fictional characters from the stories you created find your home address and decide to come knocking at your door?

                   SKIDS AND DIGGER

TWO TALES OF AMERICAN BOYHOOD... 

The disappearance of a local high school girl has been on the news for several days now. A compact disk arrives at the police station relating a grotesque and utterly unbelievable tale. Is it the product of a deranged imagination or a factual account of an all-too-real horror lying just outside of our known reality?

FLESH

You might not know my name but if you’re reading this, than it worked, maybe...

One day, there was a young woman named Sandra Lee. She had begun learning about magic in high school with her parents consent and love and was ready for the final transition into a Earth Mother.

 An Awful Short Story

The Comet Prometheus
In 1933 a re-examination of photographic plates taken at the Lowell Observatory in the 20s and early 30s revealed the existence of a large, fast-moving object in the outer Solar System. Moving too fast and in the wrong part of the sky to be a planet, it was considered a comet.

After calculating its sun-grazing orbit, a scientific committee suggested the name Prometheus which is the name that stuck in the public mind when the object began to make the news.

It's still called Comet Prometheus today when its nature is better understood though much disputed. And CP is the symbol used for Prometheus in astronomical references.

Choices, a conversation overheard by Dean Vandusen

It was a dark and stormy night
...no, no, no that’s no
way to start a story.

I posted this elsewhere, but it was commented by one who read it that this needs to be read by more folks. So, I'm posting it here, as well. Please, tell me what you think.

Too Far
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

The silver Dodge Durango, pulled up the gravel road toward a grey house with blue edging. Flowers bloomed all around, the air was heavy with the scent of their blooms.

  "That is good news for you, my little one," said her Father, .....
  "Yes, Father, I can go outside for the first time in many days," she replied," I love the North Wind"

Some people have all the luck...

Birdsong

15. Synchronicity of Fortune

by Joyce Melton

Here and Gone 

By Bel

The sun was bright and overhead.  A woman walking along a path towards him was slowly coming into focus.  

The old man closed his eyes for a moment and rubbed them slowly.  As he opened them, he looked around, adjusting a blanket on his lap.  Benches, trees, stones and paths: this was a park.  Looking closer at the stone in front of him he recognized the markings on its smooth face.  Carved into the centre of the stone’s surface was a large oak tree with a wolf sleeping contently at its base.  The roots of the tree continued down, beneath the imagined ground, forming two boxes, one on the left and one on the right.  The left box had a name and two dates, the right, a name and one.  The left name was his wife’s; the right, his.  He realized where he was.  It was the afternoon and he was in a graveyard.  He was visiting his wife.

HEAVEN AND HEAVEN AND

HELL AND HELL AND HELL

Kissing the Rat

by Joyce Melton