Category: Original Fiction Series

June 9, 2020

Roland and Hayes

“Is there anything to be said for it?” “I really haven’t the faintest.” Two silhouettes haunched over a grave offered no prayers. Yet, it was not an occasion entirely lacking in reverence. The strange light of the lantern diffused spectrally through the fog like a priest with a censer. “That’s done it then.” The crunch…
December 24, 2019

The Cottage – Chapter Thirty One – (Short Story)

There amongst the stones he lay again. And again he had no thought. And again he found it good. But now there was no fear. There was no apprehension. For he had reckoned the symmetries. The propitiations had been made. The ginseng laid. The feng shui done. He rose and strode without fear through the…
September 30, 2019

The Cottage – Chapter Thirty – (Short Story)

The cottage seemed even emptier than before. Luckadoo’s party had pressing matters across the pond. They did not tarry long. It was annoying. Everything was always open ended. Just left there laying vague and cryptic. It felt like trying to get a direct answer from a Sunday School class. Jim pushed an empty tumbler across…
June 27, 2019

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.6 – Elevenses

I didn’t have much reason to hang around the dawning of Atlantis. So I cleared my mind and rejoined the expedition. “Is it elevenses already?” Sam inquired. “Huh?” “What’s with the teaball man?” “Oh..uh..I just had forgotten I’d put it in my pocket.” “That’s pretty weird my dude. Heh..say what’s in that tea braheem…?” I…
June 20, 2019

𓇽. The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.5 – Nullification 𓇽.

𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. “Well you’re certainly supposed to be dead.” “Am I?” “Yes.” “I am dead?” “Yes.” “And what are you?” “This again…” “Do you consider a period a sentence?” I was tired of being riddled by ghosts. “Well, sonny Jim I’ll answer for you. You are a period. I am a sentence.”…
May 23, 2019

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.4 – Cameron

Stunned and speechless I wheeled around. How familiar. I knew this face. This face that smiled at me with thin lips. “Gr…grah..am?” I stuttered. The lanky tweed clad thing chuckled. “Hardly.” I just gawked. “That fool nephew of mine has gotten you into quite the conundrum. But I suppose it was in the cards…” “Nephew?”…
May 20, 2019

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.3 – Marooned

It had taken some time to locate the third tree. As I burst through the canopy I saw that the balloon had stopped. The thing hovered over the thicket about a football-field away. ‘Shit.’ Had they seen me? How would they? There would be no reason to scour the treetops. Unless these were Saturn’s soldiers.…
May 16, 2019

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.2 – South-East

My task now lay in tracking. A task rendered doubly difficult due to the need for stealth. I didn’t know if the balloon was friend or foe. If I found a suitable tree every mile or so I would follow the UFO. Since it was unidentified and indeed flying the acronym fit. I was glad…
May 13, 2019

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.1 – Rope

That’s not right. That tree wasn’t there. None of this was there. I’d looked down at the trail. I’d looked for only a few seconds. Schmidt was behind me. Lucas just ahead. The sounds of our over-encumbered out-sized expedition echoed all around. Now there was an eerie silence. Now I was alone. It wasn’t very…
April 23, 2019

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.0 – Pop Quiz

“I see that the test went swimmingly.” Thornton’s corny dad joke landed dully in the comm tent. He ignored the silence and our high-res grimaces. “If these coordinates are to be believed you boys are less than a month’s trek from your destination.” We groaned collectively. The old spook was fond of subtle psychological torture.…