The first books I remember reading are “Winnie the Pooh” and then “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.” Under the influence of those stories, I spent many afternoons trying to get the animals to talk—from chickens to cats to the goat. It was my ultimate dream: That all earthly beings would be able to … Continue reading Drabblecast 407 – “The Evolution of Trickster Stories Among the Dogs of North Park After the Change”…a Review
The Masque of the Monochrome Marionette
Out on the farm, in the dead of night, no one was asleep. Beyond the trees and the end of the driveway, big, bellowing vehicles roamed up and down the road running north-south, red lights strobing, blinding flood lights sweeping the eastern edges of our property. We were under threat of invasion by some dark … Continue reading The Masque of the Monochrome Marionette
PSST…Don’t look behind you.
A Drabble: Uncle Ernie
On a clear day, the basement flooded. We had no sump pump. “I’ll siphon it,” Uncle Ernie said, grabbing a hose. He stuck one end through the hopper and the other into his mouth. Ma said, “That hose has been lying in the garden all summer. No telling what might’ve crawled inside.” Ernie’s eyes widened. … Continue reading A Drabble: Uncle Ernie
Weird is Beautiful: The Drabblecast – A Podcast of Speculative Fiction
I came to know The Drabblecast while driving to work one morning. I’d downloaded exactly one episode, being slightly skeptical of the name but strangely attracted by the tentacle. As I bumped along the dusty road, I was subtly drawn in by the distinctive voice of the show’s founder and host, Norm Sherman. I was … Continue reading Weird is Beautiful: The Drabblecast – A Podcast of Speculative Fiction
The Damned Eaves
The young man with blond curls was immortal, an instrument of some ancient, evil force. He’d committed terrible crimes against my family, tried to kill us by bombing a building we were staying in. When we cornered him at last, we beat him until he would have died, had he been mortal. His body was … Continue reading The Damned Eaves
First Monster
I think this was the first one. It's the oldest one I can find, anyway. Mom says I was about eighteen months old, so as of this posting, this would be approximately forty-eight and a half.
