Something is taking from Sanford Witter. Something in the walls.
~6~ A New Day Dawns The winter had been long and grueling. More than a few animals on the Farm had succumbed to the cold or shortages in rations. Others had been dragged off in the twilight hours by the ravenous animals of the Forest who always struggled in the cold months and became frantic… Continue reading The Farm and the Forest (Part VI)
~3~ All Seems Calm Before a Storm And so it was that the crotchety wild goose came to be a member of the Farm. The biggest of the farm geese fell all over themselves to earn the favor of the exotic foreigner, retrieving his grain for him and expanding his place in the pen to… Continue reading The Farm and the Forest (Part III)
~2~ Discussing the Way Forward “Now see here, dog. I know very well the Rules of the Farm. What is more, I know why we have these rules. But this is the modern age, and in these times we must consider carefully this issue before us, no matter how strange it may seem.” After the… Continue reading THE FARM AND THE FOREST (PART II)
~1~ How It All Began To End It all started when a crotchety goose and his gaggle of ruffians, hailing from parts unknown, landed in the Pond on the edge of the Farm. The Pond was divided by the fence, leaving a small portion just outside the bounds of the Farm, its bank up against… Continue reading The Farm and the Forest (Part I)
Text-to-speech reading of my (very) short story, The Brass Rat.
The old curio-shop was half buried in the tumbledown tenement, it were as if some arcane force held the cement at bay, differential by its diminutive size. The man walked in the door and was greeted by a strange old man, the pawnbroker, who stood at the counter. Pawnbroker nodded; wordless and stoic as statuary.… Continue reading The Brass Rat