Another enchanting, magical, and entertaining episode of Teagan’s Guitar Mancer serial.
Monthly Archives: April 2016
Miss Laura Mae’s House Part 12
Another entertaining visit to Miss Laura Mae’s House.
My grandma was in the hospital, we had a houseful of company, and we didn’t go to Miss Laura Mae’s house for several days. I was happy to be sitting on her top step with a biscuit again.
“Well, I ain’t seen y’all in a month of Sundays,” she said “Where you been?”
“Right there at the house,” answered Mother. “I’m so tired I can hardly wiggle. Bill’s mama thought she was having a heart attack and they kept her in the hospital overnight. It turns out it was just a hernia. She was doing fine but they still kept her overnight for tests. They were supposed to let her out the next morning. You know how Dr. Hawkins is. You can’t go to see him without him wanting to keep you overnight for tests. Anyway, she was sleeping and the nurse came to check on her. She thought she…
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THE ORIENTAL ODDITY SHOP
Photo Copyright: Mary Shipman
Here we all are for another week. Today we’ve gathered in a virtual small shop. Our hostess of four years this month is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to write an original story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Mary Shipman. Thanks, Mary.
To read the other stories by the group, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.
The link for this week’s stories is as follows:
https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/04/27/29-april-2016/
Genre: Horror Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
THE ORIENTAL ODDITY SHOP by P.S. Joshi
On Elm Street in Wickton is a diminutive shop. Printed on a sign over the door is “Mr. Chang’s Oriental Oddity Shop”. To the ordinary person, it’s just that. To his special clients, it’s much more.
A stranger enters and hands him a card.
“Ah, yes. I have just what you need.” Chang reaches under the counter. “It is an ancient powder, guaranteed. Instructions are on the bottle label.”
Next, an old client appears. “You said this would work. It came again, bleeding from the mouth.”
“Ah,” Mr. Chang sighs, “I saw a similar case over two hundred years ago.”
Miss Laura Mae’s House Part 10
Hard times but people survived. Another good story from the past.
One of my favorite eavesdropping episodes was about a friend of Miss Laura Mae’s whose husband was in prison and daughter in the orphanage.
“I got a letter from my friend Alice Marshall today. Her husband has been out of jail a long time now and her daughter Helen just had her fifth. Just look at this picture she sent me of Helen’s family. She is so proud.” she said, passing a picture to Mother.
I wanted to see that picture so badly I forgot I wasn’t supposed to be listening in. “Let me see! Let me see!” A daddy, a mother holding a baby, three little girls, and a small boy stood in front of a car. The woman and little girls had on matching dresses. The man and boy looked neat in dark pants and plaid shirts. “Their dresses are all alike! How did they get dresses alike?”…
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DEAR WORDPRESS FRIENDS – I could really do with your help in sharing this around :-)
A request from Nick Vernon.
TYRANNOSAURUS REX–THE HUNTER
NOTE: If anyone is interested, there’s a literary magazine, CQ INTERNATIONAL, that started a short story competition in the last issue. There’s going to be the second competition. The magazine is online and free. The entry for the competition is also free. The winner’s story is published in the next edition. The magazine is published in the UK, and the editor is Paul White. The link is as follows: http://shoutout.wix.com/so/5LGgR6hs
This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–April 24th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words and inspired by the prompt.
To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box.
The link to the other stories this week is as follows:
https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/04/24/sunday-photo-fiction-april-24th-2016/
Genre: Prehistoric Fiction
Word Count: 4+198=202 Words
TYRANNOSAURUS REX–THE HUNTER by P.S. Joshi
The massive Tyrannosaurus hid in the tall growth, her mate nearby. They watched the unaware, ravenous Hadrosaurids munching on vegetation, their duck-like bills opening and closing on the tender plants. Back at the nest was a young rex, also dependent on a successful hunt.
Her mate moved first. He sprang forward. She followed. The terrified warning cry of the Hadrosaurids thundered–too late. Each rex grabbed a plant eater by the neck and wrestled them to the ground. The herd took off and galloped across the plain, dependent on numbers and tremendous speed for safety.
The female ripped a huge mouthful from her kill’s bone and headed back to the nest. Her mate watched over the remainder as he gorged.
At the nest, she dropped a dripping mouthful near the baby and started to eat. Following her example, he bit in, ripped a small piece off, and started to chew. He’d done this before.
She turned, left the baby, and ran back to the main kill. Her massive head lowered, she started to repeatedly rip the lukewarm flesh, her sharp, strong teeth grinding bone and meat into one mass. It slid down her throat to fill an empty stomach.
Miss Laura Mae’s House Part 7
Great true stories.
We could hear laughter as we opened the screen door. Miss Laura Mae and Miss Oly were dawdling over coffee when we walked in, tears running down their cheeks.
I stared, having no idea people could laugh and cry at the same time. “You ladies are having a great time. No don’t get up. I’ll get my own coffee. What in the world is so funny?” Mother wanted to know. They both took hankies out of apron pockets, wiping their eyes before cleaning glasses.
“It’s just so good to be together again after twenty-five years apart. Ory was just tellin’ me about her ol’ man comin’ in drunk an’ blackin’ her eye one night. Once he went to sleep acrost the bed, she took a bed slat to ‘im an beat’im black an’ blue.”
She gave me my biscuit as Mother shooed me out to my roost on the back…
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Guitar Mancer — Episode 5: Bodaway
Another interesting and entertaining episode, Episode 5, of Teagans serial, “Guitar Mancer”.
TROUBLE IN THE GRAVEYARD:
Photo Copyright: Madison Woods
NOTE: If anyone is interested, there’s a literary magazine, CQ INTERNATIONAL, that started a short story competition in the last issue. There’s going to be the second competition. The magazine is online and free. The entry for the competition is also free. The winner’s story is published in the next edition. The magazine is published in the UK, and the editor is Paul White. The link is as follows: http://shoutout.wix.com/so/5LGgR6hs
Here we all are for another week. Today we’ve gathered in a virtual graveyard. Our hostess for this gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to write an original story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Madison Woods and is a repeat. Thanks, Madison.
To read the other stories by the group, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.
The link for this week’s stories is as follows:
https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/04/20/22-april-2016
Genre: Horror/Humor Fiction
Word Count: 4+100=104
TROUBLE IN THE GRAVEYARD by P.S. Joshi
Two men had been sent to the graveyard on a vital assignment.
“Okay, here’s the mausoleum, Charlie. Hand me the stake.” Bill stepped forward and pulled on some gloves. “I’ll open the door.”
Charlie looked confused. ” I thought you had it. What’ll we do?”
It was one hour before dark.
Bill, always a quick thinker, went to the truck and pulled out a roll of barbed wire.
“Alright, here are some gloves. Let’s get started.”
Count Sucksalot rose, opened the mausoleum door, and turned into a bat.
“But what is this, a cage? How dare these people. No respect!”
The Melding of Aeris goes Indie
Diana has now gone Indie with some great new covers.
A month ago, I wrote a post about my decision to cancel my publishing contracts and go indie. The reason for the decision was two-fold. One, to gain control over the actual book: fix typos, edit back matter, and update covers. Two, to gain control over pricing, both retail and promotional.
The first contract came up, and The Melding of Aeris has new life.
Ta da!
The most exciting part of the process was popping on the new cover designed by talented artistJennifer Munswami. The new one is above and the old one at left. Sort of a no-brainer. Of all my books, this is my brother’s favorite, and he’s a wonderful supporter of my work. When he worked for the Navy in Alaska, the old cover presented a challenge. He couldn’t give it away. Covers matter!
How did the rest of the process go, you might ask? A…
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Musings on Life & Experience 