Forging The Mappa Mundi | Part 1

Of the essentials of a story, characters, theme, style and setting, the latter is perhaps the most difficult for new or dilettante writers to manage. Take for example this first paragraph excerpt from the short story Family Gathering by Paul Beckman from Fictive Dream (a excellent site). The laughers come first. They always arrive early… Continue reading Forging The Mappa Mundi | Part 1

The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 5

(continued from part 4) He smiled ever so slightly, as if the act were difficult for him and then removed two cheap shot glasses from the same desk drawer which had previously held the ambered and aromatic liquid and filled them halfway full and slid one across the table to me. I picked up the… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 5

Fiction Circular 2/9/19

Editor's note: Links affixed to author/publisher names will redirect to social media or personal website of the author/publisher. Links affixed to story/article names will redirect to the named story/article. INDEPENDENT AUTHORS From John Parham, The Old Man & The Three Legged Goat. The story of a young man, down on his luck, who encounters a… Continue reading Fiction Circular 2/9/19

The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 4

(continued from part 3) "How extraordinary." I muttered dejectedly, mouth falling open slight. Merric raised a brow and laid a firm, finely manicured hand upon my shoulder. "Are you feeling quite alright?" "I... no. I don't know what came over me. Its like... damn it. I can't explain. It were as a fit of... of-"… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 4

The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 3

(continued from part 2) Weeping. Faint and feminine and coming from the immediate upper floor. From Ward M-B. I thought at first that it might be a television one of the orderlies or guards had left on. Some of them carried small portable TV sets around for viewing during their lunch-break. I paused near the… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 3

The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 2

(continued from part I) He looked up then, panic clouding his sallow, shunken-eyed visage. I could tell I had disturbed him. "But I hear her at night. You said I wasn't mad!" "Calm yourself, sir. The mind plays tricks. Tree branches scratching the windows. Animals calling." He cut me off, speaking up quite stridently, his… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 2

The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 1

I know not how to begin nor how much time I have left to scrawl down the memories that squirm so uneasy in my thrumming skull. How does one describe such a thing? "Thing," that is the only word for it. For it was no man. Though doubtless fantastical my tale will seem, I feel… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 1