Ten - Game Day

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...

Silver Blood-Epilogue
As we lifted away from the now burning city, I heard a voice emit from a solitary figure in the back, "Well done, but there are questions to be answered."

I am new to this website, so please excuse my challenged "ability" to navigate a new website. But how in the heck do I submit a story for the contest? I have the story in microsoft word ready to download. Thanks in advance for the information

Vern

Chapter 10 coming soon. It's considerably longer than the previous chapters were and is taking more time to edit. Please be patient.

Wow, the way things happen.  So Raphael knows some people.  He’s been around.  He’s a surprising surprise.  Quite the cosmopolitan.  He has been helpful.
We are looking over the digs when men come up and talk with Jacques.  Jacques comes over with them.  They have uniforms on.

“Mon Dieu!” Raphael exclaimed.
“What is it?”
“La Mer Morte.”
”The Dead Sea?”  Chloe asked.
“Quite so,” Raphael said emphatically.  “Look at those!!  It’s a total row of doors!”
“Yes,” I said.
Raphael moved closer to inspect.

“We were nothing too.”
“Nothing, too.”
“Nothing too.”
“But you’re not nothing.”
“Nothing exists in the Nothing.”
“Okay,” I said, “let me show you.”  And I pulled the door out of my pocket.

We sit down at Raphael’s restaurant, at a sidewalk table.
“Won’t somebody notice “Pierre” there?”  Asks Chloe.

Nine – Preparations

The Children of Lilith

“Raff!” shouts the sales clerk, “Comment allez vous?”
“Tres bien,” Raphael replies, “Est-ce que tu connais mes amis?”
“Un peu. Porquois ils et tu entre sans habiillement?”
“Long story,” Raphael replies.
Then he turns to me.

                   SKIDS AND DIGGER

TWO TALES OF AMERICAN BOYHOOD... 

Eight – Second thoughts

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

Seven – The Shock

...Even more strange, she’d just spent at least half an hour in the presence of other people without shouting at anyone, without cursing, without really thinking at all about not being able to see. Just what was she really feeling?

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Excerpts from a longer work:

The Canyon Sketches
(An Irreverent History)

Let's shift gears a little and look at events from Amanda's point of view. Let me know if you like the shift in focus. 

Six – Life Sucks

                          Tiny Johnson

Nobody’s watching as I look around to see if anybody’s watching.  There’s the door.  Here I am.  There’s everybody else. 

Hoodwink

by Joyce Melton

Perhaps someone might read this post and direct me through some minor steps, how to post a story which I'm having difficulty to find...thanks

“That is quite all right,” Chloe replies, “I think we should consider other matters.”

A Real Writer Blogs To "Release"

(culprit: car dealer woes)

Well, I am writing this because I don't want this to cause writer's block--so excuse if this is not the appropriate blog item for a writer's-type blog.

I am new here, so I couldn't be more grateful that someone might read this and leave me something to let me know that "this too shall pass."

I expect to have another chapter to post soon but I may be interrupted by Hurricane Ike. Looks like I'm out of the worst but just barely. Could still get hurricane force wind and plenty of rain. See if we keep power and internet (doubt it). C ya next week!

Okay, I may have stepped a little over the science fiction line in this story, but I am headed in a certain direction and I hope there aren't too many objections. 

 Would anyone here be interested in a story contest? We could offer actual prizes, perhaps?

- Joyce