Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled His Princess. Strap in as it is perhaps the longest story I’ve written on the blog thus far. Please enjoy. I am currently listed at #16 on feedspot’s Top 20 Short Story Blog page. Please check it out. Also, if you haven’t already checked out my FAQ on my upcoming book, Magic Once Removed, please check that out as well. Thanks again!
People were surprised by my sudden retirement and distraught over my subsequent behavior. Most blamed mental illness but I assure you that I am not afflicted with any such malady. Rather, I am cursed with knowing the truth. Perhaps a discussion of my last case is warranted to help enlighten how a hardened police detective became a blubbering mess sitting alone in a cheap hotel. This may be my last chance as this is one of the few moments of lucidity I have experienced since the accursed event.
Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled The Hands That Move. Please enjoy.
Introduction by Harold Koonce, police sergeant, Evergreen, Washington
So a lot of people want me to talk about this story and post it online but to tell you the truth, I don’t find the story all that interesting compared to how we found it. You see, I was just sitting in the station talking to my pal Murphy when suddenly this man busts through the doors like a bat outta hell.
He starts talking about how he and his friend decided to do some exploring over on Douglas Island right off the coast of Evergreen, one of those places that are supposed to be off-limits to everyone by the Douglas Island Natural Area Reserve an account that it is one of the few places that has all those Ximuce trees, though now that I think about it, I’m not sure why that’s sort important. We got plenty of those in mainland Evergreen.
Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled Veiled Intentions. Please enjoy.
My wife and I found the place on an unassuming four-way corner in University Place after visiting family. I wanted to drive on but my wife insisted we pull over and if you knew my wife, you’d know it is often best to do what she wants. The name was what appealed to her. “Magick Sanctuary.” She has always been fascinated with that kind of stuff. Melinda can never resist the lure of the so-called forbidden arts. I’m certain that she really believes in magic though she denies it whenever I ask her. It is childish to even suggest she’d believe such silly notions as spells and curses, she always claims. Her eyes always betray her, though. Whenever she speaks of mysticism, her eyes always light up with the kind of brightness you’d only get from someone who truly believes. Not to mention all those times she’s really been fooled.