Archive for October, 2006
The Window
By David Niall Wilson
The window looked out over mean streets and dirty dreams. Smudges of soot, wind-blown grit, and splatters of the last things to go through the minds of bugs and birds alike coated the multi-colored panes, creating subtle shifts in the original artist’s intent. What had once been a multi-hued peacock [...]
It’s not Jazz This Time, but…
by Dick Hill
Okay, it’s not jazz this time, though jazz did trigger this little riff, for what it’s worth. I’m not a trained singer, but I’ve always had iron pipes, and a pretty good musical sense. (Not a trained musician of any sort, but I’ve played one on tv. Well, on stage, [...]
The Fugue Devil
I’m several hours late putting this up. Sorry ’bout that; Blogger has been giving me errors that haven’t allowed me to post.
I figured for this month’s Halloween treat, I’d post an excerpt from my mostest favoritest of my tales, “Fugue Devil,” written in 1991, based on the most terrifying nightmare I ever had a kid. [...]
The Return of Entartete Kunst
By Chet Williamson
Politics creates many stupid and ugly things, but none more stupid and ugly that the latest contretemps in the Virginia Senate race between Republican Senator George Allen and his Democratic challenger Jim Webb. I’m not going to go into either Allen or Webb’s background or political beliefs. All you need to know as [...]
Unhaunted House
I’m an October baby. My parents tell me I ran late just to make sure I landed close to Halloween, though I think it’s just a lifelong habit of moseying. Look up at the wall clock on my birthday and you’ll see that Cooger and Dark’s Pandemonium Shadow Show has just rolled into town a [...]
Castoff
by Janet Berliner
I thought this story would be appropriate for the season. Next month I’ll be back with that promised scoop on my work with Michael Crichton. I hope you enjoy. –J.
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Knit one, purl one.
Castoff.
The sweater was finished.
Stretching, Bethany rubbed the small of her back and stared at the [...]
Magic and Young Writers
Stan RidgleyLet me wax reasonably eloquent about a group of folks I shall call “young writers.”
And woven into my thoughts on Young Writers, I’d like to make a related point concerning what I believe to be the magic inherent in books, whether fiction or non-fiction.
To many people, books are magic things.
To me, as well. I [...]
The Halloween Saint
Here’s a little story I wrote several years ago. It is my first published short story, and though I think I’ve improved since then, I still like this one. So, in honor of Halloween, here is a story to make all the parents nervous.
The Halloween Saint
Brian Knight
“Johnny, let me out.”
“Please Johnny, it’s dark in [...]
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Richard Steinberg
It wasn’t a bad place.
But then places couldn’t be bad . . . or good for that matter. Places just were; and if bad things happened there, well, that was accident or equation as much as anything else. The coming together of opposing moments where the relative decent got momentarily swamped by [...]
The Cloud
Since many of my fellow Storytellers are posting fiction this month, in celebration of Halloween, I wanted to play along. But I mostly write novels, with very little short fiction. I set myself a goal one weekend, a couple of weeks ago, and wrote two shorts–not quite short-shorts, but close, I think.
They’re very [...]
