Negotiating with an evil spirit is no joke. Not from the human side, anyway. The spirit stopped even attempting to hide its snickers as I went through the arduous and occasionally embarrassing ritual to make my request. But at last I had it: one hour in my hometown fifty years to the momentContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Link to the Past”
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MIDWEEK FICTION: Get-Together
“How are we doing? Turkey’s started, cranberries cooling….” “ Ma! Uncle Burt says he’s coming after all.” “Okay, we’ll get one more blueberry pie out of the freezer, then.” “That’s easy. Oh, for…. He’ll have Aunt Alyxxa with him, won’t he?” “I suppose so. Just remember, when she asks youContinue reading “MIDWEEK FICTION: Get-Together”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Creston and the Crown, Pt. 2
Stug’s eyes went all round, and nearly rolled down his pale cheeks at the sight of Creston putting the big jeweled hat on. It just sat on top of Creston’s head, being the type of crown that wasn’t designed to come down over the ears. “Hmmmm,” said Creston, “I guess I’ll have toContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Creston and the Crown, Pt. 2”
The Collectible Trade
In our last thrilling installment, we were discussing collectibles, and how collecting said collectibles, especially those which are produced as collectibles, is subject to change without notice. And it occurred to me that I have a few examples of what was once the hottest collectible in the market: the trade card. Not to beContinue reading “The Collectible Trade”
Limited!
A. Edward Newton, one of the great American book collectors suggested, when people asked him how to buy books as an investment, that they buy the best of whatever they happened to like. That way, he said, if the market didn’t behave as expected and that collection did not appreciate, they’d at least haveContinue reading “Limited!”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Creston and the Crown, Pt. 1
There once lived a king named Nestofar. Like most of the kings who ever lived, he died. Nestofar had known for some time that he was dying. He had, however, passed no kingly wisdom on to the person who would succeed him, partly because Nestofar never had much kingly wisdom in the firstContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Creston and the Crown, Pt. 1”
FRIDAY FRIGHTFUL FICTION: Scrabbling By
“Yow!” “You the varmint who wanted an interview?” “You mean you’re one of the….” “Spooky Scary Skeletons? That’s me.” “But you’re….” “Dead? And you’re a smart little reporter. We gonna do this or not?” “Let me grab my notepad. So you had to die to be a spookyContinue reading “FRIDAY FRIGHTFUL FICTION: Scrabbling By”
WEIRD WEDNESDAY FICTION: Ex Libris
“Good afternoon, sir.” “Good afternoon. I came to ask about that book I dropped off. The one with the curse on it? Or that’s what I thought.” “Yes, sir. I was able to work out Abigail Bergoo’s handwriting. And it IS a curse.” “Is it just another one of those cursesContinue reading “WEIRD WEDNESDAY FICTION: Ex Libris”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Big Princess, pt. 2
Drewvia stopped and licked her lips. Then she whispered, “Here, kitty, kitty.” The tiger now stopped and licked its own lips. “Good kitty,” said Drewvia, a little more loudly. “Come on. Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you.” The tiger frowned. “Dear little kitty,” said the princess. “I like kitties. I won’tContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Big Princess, pt. 2”
Another Halloween Tradition
“Aren’t you that bloke who was JUST complaining about people telling you every single year that the original jack-o-lantern was a hollowed-out turnip?” Yes, curried candy corn, but I have to see those videos. I don’t have to read my own blog. MY Halloween refrain, while repetitive, at least adds a little varietyContinue reading “Another Halloween Tradition”
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