If I Should Die
Peyton Farley has settled into a new life in southwest Montana. Research and fact checking for a local newspaper is a perfectly safe job, or is it? One morning, Peyton awakens and finds a strange man in lace up work boots who is bleeding out on her kitchen floor. As Peyton calls 911 from her bedroom, someone is stealing the body.
Milk Carton People
Milk Carton People is a paranormal thriller about people who suddenly find themselves invisible, able to observe things but unable to participate. Do they go mad? Maybe they find others. It is quite possible that there is no point in being invisible.
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You Can Take the Cat out of the House .. If these wall could talk..
Sure, towards the end we had to hide behind a massage therapy business, but still, everyone had to know. Did you know that even women come for a little rub down? Continue reading
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If Walls Could Talk – Summer Home
Did you know dust is almost entirely human skin that is shed daily? Kind of gross. Really gross. Without humans wondering around, cooking, showering, playing, napping, I don’t really need all that much attention. Continue reading
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Fiction Friday – If Walls Could Talk – Schoolhouse
With two classrooms there is still a lot of repetition. Year after year the teachers taught the same lessons, gave the same hand writing, arithmetic drills, reading circles. One group would work quietly while another group gave recitals on facts and more facts. Continue reading
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Fiction Friday – Poorhouse – If Walls Could Talk
The insane and infirm were given their own shelter, shared, I heard, with those who were dying from tuberculosis. It was a grim time. Continue reading
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Fiction Friday – Crack House
Sometimes a lower form would come in, these kind used heroine a whole different kind of beast. The crack users thought themselves above the heroine users and two the two never mixed for long. Continue reading
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Fiction Friday – The Last House on the Left – If Walls Could Talk
The story I have to tell is creepy. Bad. It isn’t too late to leave the room. Come back next Friday and don’t witness the rest of this.
I really don’t remember when I came to be. Some houses know from the day of wiring, when the lights come on for the first time that they are houses. Me, I didn’t know. I wasn’t much aware of anything at all till the roots of the big tree out front heaved the sidewalk and invaded a huge pipe coming out of me. Continue reading
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Fiction Friday – If Walls Could Talk – Tree House
I began as some scrap board nailed together with big nails. I was a flimsy platform. The smaller kids got a few bigger kids from the neighborhood to help wedge some two by fours against my underside and the tree. I wasn’t very secure but the kids were having a great time putting me together. Continue reading
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The Mill House if Walls Could Talk
With a name like the Story Mill a place like this deserves preservation and telling. Even novelizing if it should come to that. Continue reading
Meth House Woes
- I sit here in dingy aloneness. The electricity, water, and heat are off. My windows are blank. Everything left behind after the bust and search are still here. The food has gone over and I sit in a state of depression and I hope or wish they’d just plow me over and put me out of my lonely misery. Continue reading
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Fiction Friday – A Lighthouse
Fiction Friday - From a Lighthouse – A Spoon River Anthology of Houses. All of these Fiction Friday entries can be found at http://fiction-friday.com . I was very useful in my day. I have seen myself on postcards and … Continue reading
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