Tag Archives: Horror

The Last Yodel

There is nothing I like better than a bit of horror.  In this story, written three years ago, an insomniac gets more than he bargained for when sleep eludes him… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Blame it on the insomnia – that damned inability … Continue reading

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The Client

This quirky little story is a bit of fiendish fun.  There are some clients no public relations firm should take on… .  I hope you get some ghoulish delight from this tale, written three years ago.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Let me get … Continue reading

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The Electrifying Dorinda

The first time I met Dorinda she was appearing in Phineas Todd’s Circus of Wonders, sporting an electric crown and tresses that danced like flames about her beautiful face. She was breathtaking, my electrified Dorinda, charming the rubes; charming me … Continue reading

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Food for Thought

As time passes, I keep getting fatter, thought Effie, reaching for her third pastry. “Another glass of tea?” asked Loretta. Effie looked at the icy, sugary tea with longing. “I shouldn’t… but, Lord! You make the best sweet tea, Loretta.” … Continue reading

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Traveling Companions

“You’ve got spunk, kid, I’ll grant you that,” said the grizzled old man, watching the boy jump onto the boxcar just as it gathered speed. The boy, thirteen and covered with grime, said nothing, content to stare at the old man while moonlight … Continue reading

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You’ll Thank Me

Slowly, my eyes open. He doesn’t look up.  He’s painting my toenails. Telling me I’m beautiful, that my figure makes his heart melt, he says I’m just about perfect. Or would be but for my feet, which are big and … Continue reading

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The Cruelest Month

“Humans are right. April is the cruelest month.” “What’s wrong, Snagthistle?” asked Thornbriar. “My numbers are down. You know how He gets when we don’t meet our quotas.” “His Eminence realizes suicides and murders dip in spring. The monkeys taste … Continue reading

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