In Flew the Raven

In Flew the Raven

  Chapter Eighteen I couldn’t help it. That night, as I sat with Marvie Saunders’ book of poetry in my hands, I couldn’t get Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven from intruding into my thoughts. It was not a pleasant feeling. Maybe it was because Patricia Simms had mentioned Marvie’s admiration for that troubled poet; maybe […]

On the Trail

On the Trail

  Nemo’s wonderful nose tells him many things. When, on his leash, he and I make a trip to the mailbox, the first thing he does is put his nose to the ground. He is like a metal detector, going here and there, sniffing. All those scents tell him who has been in the yard […]

Moods

Moods

  “Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.” – Edgar Allan Poe.  Poe published this unforgettable poem in 1845. Using words […]

Shadowy, Significant Clues

Shadowy, Significant Clues

We all like to find them, don’t we? It’s sort of an aha! moment to run across something significant when reading a mystery. But, beware. Sometimes what looks like a clue isn’t a clue. It’s merely a red herring that a sly and devious author has dragged across the path, to turn you in another […]

Introducing Ulysses

Introducing Ulysses

Chapter 5 As the sun sank below the trees, I decided to make this a short day and go to bed early. Last night, I had been so wrought up from my hair-raising experience, I slept only a little. Tonight, I’d drink a cup of chamomile tea and, hopefully, sleep at least until sunrise. Glancing […]

Just Supposin’

Just Supposin’

Writing a mystery is doing a lot of just supposin’. Come with me a moment into the mysterious realms of the fourth Ned McNeil mystery. Just suppose that it was part of Ned’s job to take a picture of an old farmhouse for her boss, Daisy. But, suppose that when Ned goes inside the dark […]

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