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The Vanishing Corn Mystery Chapter Three Chapter Three Hank-the-crank sat on the top step of his back porch, staring across the yard toward the storage sheds, mumbling to himself. At sunup, he recounted his stock of water supply tubes; for the fourth time since he found the shed's latch shank loose. He claims locking up, is something he would never forget to do. Hank does not remember how many of anything he owns, [...]

The Vanishing Corn Mystery (03)

 

The mountains possessed a dark but seductive beauty, and they lay in wait for the ones who came through the Fire Hell. The powdered white peaks of the sparkling black mountain-world watched for them with longing. The Diamond Mountains gave the illusion of being much closer than they really were, and many a pilgrim had been lured to his death by the promise of riches hidden on their slopes. These mountains [...]

DRAGONBRIDE, (The Dragon Chronicles, Book #1)

 

In the original long-form version of Rome's Revolution, the trek back to the fallen Ark was much more arduous and used as an info-dump so that you could come up to speed as to the ecosphere of Deucado. However, once Rei and the Ibbrassati came upon the Ark, it was time to whip into action regardless of which version of the book you were reading. In both versions, Rei had to [...]

MINIMCOM's Sacrifice

 

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The only thing I regret about leaving Ohio in such a hurry was that I didn't have time to choose an urn for either of the two older-than-dirt feeble minded geezers, Paul and Michael.  If I had, I think I would have chosen a silver one for Paul since he required a walker to get around which of course was silver and a white one for Michael since he was wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe when we killed him.  Yes, silver and white (respectively) would have been the appropriate colors for their urns.  [AMAZONPRODUCTSasin="1493181505"]

Beatrice Belladonna's Black Magic Web - 14

Henry Lion Oldie NEVERMORE  (short story, mystics, horror, post-apocalyptic) Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' E. A. Poe, "The Raven"   ...Dead gray waves were running over the dead molten sand and with metronome precision rolled back to the horizon where the foaming sea medley touched upon the dull sky, torn by gaping atmospheric holes [...]

Nevermore

In the original long-form version of Rome's Revolution, the trek back to the fallen Ark was much more arduous and used as an info-dump so that you could come up to speed as to the ecosphere of Deucado. However, once Rei and the Ibbrassati came upon the Ark, it was time to whip into action regardless of which version of the book you were reading. In both versions, Rei had to deal not only with the mechanics of how to extricate his people, he also had to deal with the emotional toll knowing that MINIMCOM had died in saving the people. [...]

MINIMCOM's Sacrifice

The mountains possessed a dark but seductive beauty, and they lay in wait for the ones who came through the Fire Hell. The powdered white peaks of the sparkling black mountain-world watched for them with longing. The Diamond Mountains gave the illusion of being much closer than they really were, and many a pilgrim had been lured to his death by the promise of riches hidden on their slopes. These mountains were so named because of the rough gems strewn about the black volcanic soil. When the sun shone overhead the gems made the mountains sparkle and shimmer brightly, and at [...]

DRAGONBRIDE, (The Dragon Chronicles, Book #1)

The Vanishing Corn Mystery Chapter Three Chapter Three Hank-the-crank sat on the top step of his back porch, staring across the yard toward the storage sheds, mumbling to himself. At sunup, he recounted his stock of water supply tubes; for the fourth time since he found the shed's latch shank loose. He claims locking up, is something he would never forget to do. Hank does not remember how many of anything he owns, but is certain four pipes are missing. Twice during this past weekend, he spotted a few young neighborhood children playing around on the far side of his property. The first time [...]

The Vanishing Corn Mystery (03)

Next, Celine the Courageous came to the children and said," We have fought Baphomet, the black balloon, for centuries. He is evil. He has brought many dangers and troubles. Together, we have faced him and stopped him from doing harm. We are afraid sometimes. But, we do not let our fear stop us from fighting him. That is Courage!"        

Celine, the Courageous

A collection of stories about people balancing the undulations of life: wars,social discord, unemployment,homelessness, hunger, immigration, parenthood, illness, relationships and more. It is my wish to encourage you to sit in your favorite chair, pour a glass of wine, let it breathe, and connect with people through the written word. Recommended wines are listed with each post to inspire expansion in taste and literature. My stories are intended to bring to light the lives of people around you. Many victims of discrimination suffer abuses mentally and physically by people who do not realize that he or she is prejudice. Rumors generalize a [...]

Wine and a Story

Home by: K.Z. Morano They came to her when the weather was foul and their stores were empty. But when a sickness descended over the town, they burned her cottage to the ground. “Home…” the hag kept saying in a monotonous murmur, sounding like her pets in their abhorrent apiaries. The bees fled their incinerated homes in monstrous micro-whirlwinds. The villagers rejoiced while her screams hacked into the air like an axe, following them home. Against the deathly stillness of the village, the persistent electric humming deafened their ears. The children hanged from trees as berserk bees rebuilt their homes in their silken stomachs.   from 100 Nightmares by K.Z. [...]

Home -- a 100-word story from 100 Nightmares

Set in Spain, Just to Be Held is the story of two friends whose common search for happiness and satisfaction brings them briefly together for a mutual journey of discovery and self-revelation. One morning, during her daily commute to work, Caroline decides to abandon a lucrative career and an unfulfilling marriage of seven years. Without a plan, she finds herself at JFK airport, boards the first available overseas flight, and arrives six hours later in Malaga, Spain. As a young feminist from the United States, life has been gradually smoldering her faith in religious teachings, hope in politics, and trust in [...]

Just to Be Held by Elisabet Cairo

‘Dobyns Chronicles’ starts out with a picture of an Indian Territory Map which I especially enjoyed looking at. This story gives the reader a true taste of what life was like in the 1890’s. The setting is in Chickasaw Territory, North East Texas and in Eastern Oklahoma. Turning the page from this map to chapter one, line one, the reader is struck with “OLD AGE IS hell, but it’s something all of us have to go through” and shortly thereafter another line that reads “You never know what road life will lead you down. Pa told me when I was a [...]

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