Note: This story follows The Blue Man on the Current River. The number on my caller ID looked a little familiar, but I get a lot of calls from the 314 area code and I just can’t tell them apart. As soon as I heard her voice on the line, I wished I’d let the call … Continue reading Ainsley Sure Likes Walnuts
Rather someone else do the reading? Listen to Mr. Creeps tell the story. Back when other folks were becoming Robber Barons, or at least homesteading good farmland, my people didn’t have the good sense to do anything that would set their descendants—namely, me—up for an easy life. Instead, they decided to homestead in the Current … Continue reading The Blue Man on the Current River
The Resurrection began right on time. The rapping started as soon as the shadows in my study merged into a deeper darkness. I tossed down the rest of my whiskey and walked to the front door. I opened it wide and looked out at my creation. "Hello, Molly," I said to the familiar stranger on … Continue reading Resurrection
Rather someone else do the reading? Listen to Viidith22 tell the tale. I called him Bubba, but it was just an ironic moniker for the annual Grist Mill Festival. You see, we don’t have Bubbas around here. They’re a creation of another place, and maybe even another time. “Bubba” is a southern nickname, and this … Continue reading Bubba the Bloodsucker
There’s this joke that old-time musicians used to like to tell, but maybe now it’s only popular amongst us fiddlers: Q: How do you get a banjo player off your porch? A: You pay for your pizza. It’s just a bit of good-natured humor, but I don’t think Michael liked it. I knew Michael was … Continue reading How do you get a banjo player off your porch?