Terror Underground

Terror Underground

How long would it be until the ceiling collapsed? Even though it looked like the builders of this tunnel had used railroad ties or something similar to shore it up, these had weakened with time. Surely, it’d be safer to move on down the narrow passageway. Cobwebs clung to my hair and arms as I […]

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 […]

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 […]

What Would You Do If

What Would You Do If

  What would you do if, out of the clear blue, someone gave you a Victorian house that was more than a hundred years old? The house came with a lot of warm memories and, although you wouldn’t know it at the time you inherited it, a lot of mysteries too? Would you accept the […]

The Fog

The Fog

Yesterday, I wrote practically all day, taking time out only for a trip to the dentist. But, that was okay because I had inhaled laughing gas and was feeling fine. Here’s an excerpt of yesterday’s efforts from my work-in-progress, Murder By Moonlight: A line of low, purple clouds lay along the horizon in the direction […]

The Wind in the Trees

The Wind in the Trees

The wind in the treetops this morning is making the branches restless. I wonder if it’s telling them to get ready because cold weather is on the way. Funny–wind make me feel restless too, unsettled and a trifle uneasy. Weather change or not, the birds and squirrels will be well-fed on sunflower seeds. It’s funny […]

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