A START

December 26, 2017

My new middle grade fairy tale novel has a beginning. It might be called BREDLA AND THE RED VELVET ROSE. It begins thusly: “And do you know what else?” said Bredla, “I hate the colors around here. I should say I hate the no colors around here. There are gray rocks and white snow and […]

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HOWARD

December 23, 2017

The incandescent bird monster scraped barnacles from the scow’s hull with its tongue. Howard missed the show, digging through garbage with his back turned to the river. Finally finding an acceptable rind, his pivot back to the river was too late, the incandescent bird monster having flown out of sight seconds earlier. On the following […]

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THE VILE CAMEL

December 17, 2017

The vile camel spat on the wall. It broke wind. It belched. ‘The meeting will now come to order,’ it said. The flunkies, grins cemented in place, nodded enthusiastically. The vile camel wiped its lips on the shoulder of nearest seated flunky. ‘Anybody have any objections to anything I say or do?’ asked the vile […]

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MILLARD FENWICK, QUAIL AT LAW

December 5, 2017

Millard Fenwick, Quail at Law, ended his summation with an emphatic plume nod. The judge instructed the jury and sent them into seclusion to deliberate. Returning almost before they left, the jury forebird announced a verdict of not guilty. Millard Fenwick, Quail at Law, gave one triumphant plume nod to his client and hurried off […]

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THE POTION

November 28, 2017

‘Describe the pain in your knee. Is it sharp? Dull? Does it throb?’ said the witch doctor. ‘Yes,’ said the witch. ‘It starts every Tuesday as a kind of long stabbing. Then it dulls on Wednesday and Thursday, throbs Friday, retreats until I think it’s gone on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Then Tuesday. Stab, stab, […]

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THE BAD SKOON

November 14, 2017

‘If you don’t behave, I’ll send you to where the ferns grow, and there you’ll be eaten by the Bad Skoon.’ The witch’s daughter narrowed her eyes and presented to her mother a skeptical expression on her as of yet still smooth green face. ‘Oh, there’s no such thing. And if there is, what is […]

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HALLOWEEN INCIDENT

October 31, 2017

A lone hill, a substantial bump on the otherwise flat prairie, overlooked the town. A barrier fence of barbed wire circled the hill. It was hardly needed, for no resident of the town ever dared to consider for a moment setting so much as a boot toe on the hill’s flank. Terror of the hill […]

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WHEN THE RED LEAVES SHOW

October 24, 2017

The great brick castle on the hill wore a mantle of magic ivy. In winter the leaves were white. In summer and spring they were green. In autumn they blushed red as red. The people at their labors in the village and fields below paused from time to time to gaze with pride at the […]

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THE TRIDENT

October 11, 2017

‘Where’s my slender trident? I distinctly remember leaving it leaning against the shed. Is it leaning against the shed? No, it is not leaning against the shed. So where is it? I’m looking at you, Bernard,’ said the witch. ‘Look at me all you want. I know nothing about the silly trident,’ replied the raven, […]

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THE HOLLOW

October 4, 2017
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‘Oh, find the ghostly hollow where color melts away, and deadly shoots of cane await in silent fog so gray,’ sang the grandmother. ‘Why is the cane deadly? Why is it foggy in the ghostly hollow? How do I find it?’ asked the granddaughter. ‘You must discover the answers to the first two questions on […]

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