Archive for the ‘Fiction’ Category
I Don’t Want to Meet Him/Her/It
It’s a rainy, dreary, cold day here in my part of New York today, not at all the ideal day you want to have to kick off the first unofficial weekend of summer or a three-day weekend, but hey, we work with the cards we are dealt and move on.Since we’re trapped inside today, Michelle […]
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Tags: fictional character you are afraid to meet, Hannibal Lecter, horror fiction, horror movies, question of the day, scary books, scary fictional characters, silence of the lambs, Thomas Harris
Going Up… Or Not
I like the idea that the Daily Post has for their daily prompt of the day today but I think I’m going to alter a little bit just for the particulars of this post. I do think I am going to take up the mantle and tried to fulfill what they are talking about in […]
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Tags: getting stuck on an elevator, question of the day, The Daily Post, who would like to be stuck on an elevator with
The Taking of Martin Hill
A chill wind went through the entire forest, blowing some of the late summer leaves off the trees. Darrin lay behind one of the larger rocks on the ridge, providing him with just the right amount of hiding space and protection. It allowed him to avoid the view of the enemy and still keep watch […]
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Tags: fiction, prisoner of war, storymatic, success at last, taking of martin hill
Lydia
Frank pulled into the rest area off I-95 heading south in Virginia. He had been driving for almost ten hours at this point with only breaks for gas and he was pretty tired. There was no way he was going to reach Raleigh, North Carolina by the time he had hoped. It was already 3 […]
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Tags: fiction, Lydia, the storymatic
Okay, so it took me longer than I wanted to before I got back here, but here we are again. Last time I mentioned that I had started reading “The Prague Cemetery” by Umberto Eco, and I am still trying to wade my way through the beginning of it. There is just something about the […]
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Tags: Papa Was a Rolling Stone, storymatic, the luckiest thing that has happened to you, The Prague Cemetery, The Temptations, Umberto Eco
Okay, Now I am going to get back into the swing of things like I want to do. The holidays are over, all the promises have been made and started and I finished up a work project that for some reason was bogging me down, so now I can have more time to blog. I […]
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Tags: Cross Roads, Filter, Hey Man Nice Shot, question of the day, song of the day, storymatic, the luckiest thing that has happened to you, The Prague Cemetery, Umberto Eco, where there's a will, William Paul Young
Where There’s a Will…
Jason never understood why his grandmother didn’t like him that much. He was successful, easily the most successful in his family, and much more than his younger brother Tim. What had Tim ever done besides have a constant need for money? Yet their grandmother was always complaining about how Jason could do things differently or […]
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Tags: fiction, fiction writing, mother's necklace, person who will do whatever it takes, storymatic
Well the holidays are over, all the decorations are down and put away, I think I am finally over whatever cold plagued me for a few weeks and it i time to start getting on with things. With the new year, I want to try to commit myself to some new things. My attitude has […]
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Tags: change, eating right, exercising, Fool on the Hill, New year, reading, song of the day, the Beatles, the storymatic, William Paul Young, writing
A big flash of the fluorescent light overhead jolted Steven back to the present. He stared at the access point again, hoping for some kind of answer to either what happened back then or what was happening now. The door offered him nothing, just the coldness and silence of the cement crusting the inside of […]
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Tags: below the surface, fiction, horror fiction
The Office of Iguana Flats 