Category: fiction
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ALEEN Continued
And so as evening fell fully away from the day and Those watching went their separate way Speaking not of evil left there cloaked in dark wings And left behind small Aleen to sit high upon the hill The rocky hill that overlooked the city of LLandia Where the mission keeper sat and looked past…
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Eric the Tiny Field Mouse contin.
Eric suddenly realized something was wrong. The hay smelled stale, rotted actually. How long had he slept, he wondered? Hours? Days? No, impossible, he had never slept for more than a few hours and if he had someone would have woken him. He heard shuffling and mumbling coming from off to his left and then…
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Eric the Tiny Field Mouse Chapter Two
So it happened that Eric fell asleep for what appeared to be only a few minutes, but the reality was it was hours and days and months that had passed in a twinkling when Eric finally yawned and sat up in what was now a pollution of rotted hay for he had been left there…
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Aleen the Winged
He sat up high on the hill above the city of Ilandia His six foot wingspan had been closed and wrapped securely around him more for warmth than stealth and concealment. He sat alone, disliking being near the others who were mostly newlings out for their first hunt and kill mission. They were all several…
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Eric the Wee Field Mouse Part One
Eric the wee field mouse had spent the night cuddled in a warm spot in a glorious pile of summer fresh-cut hay piled up in a luxurious stack near the old barn on the Parrish Family Alpaca Farm. He stretched and yawned and looked around where he lay at the others still asleep and wondered what wondrous…
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0400 Martian at the door.
I had the oddest thing happen this morning at 0400. Well, first I woke up which wasn’t odd in itself. I had bumped the table near where I was sleeping on the floor and of course it complained that I had done so and rattled and clunked while settling back where it should have been.…
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Poem from Standoff: Bare
STANDOFF is a book of poems that I will be publishing soon. This poem is one of them: BARE. I simply decided that I would post this one for the time being. I hold the copyright on this. BARE Flesh laid back, Bare! Raw, no cover to protect From salt thrown upon there where the…
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I wish I could play a harmonica.
I wish I knew how to play a harmonica. For that would be grand to sit on my porch and let the sound slip out towards the sky. I wish I knew how to play a violin, for that would be awesome as I love the sound of such. And then there is the guitar.…
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The Zoo Keeper will be a book of intrigue and mystery. A child grown to manhood but has seen things beyond his years and suffers from without and within demons not seen by others, not known by others, ….. only felt. They are the kind that make the hairs stand upon the skin and noted…
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TWISTED Section Four Chapter Two
CHAPTER TWO The three dwarfs found themselves stumbling through a heavy fog on the slopes of Desperation. “I don’t suppose it matters to any of you but,” began a voice tinged with a bit of sarcasm. “Are you complaining about the mist again?” another spoke from somewhere in the moist film that surrounded them on…
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 