Old Man Bither’s…

The cemetery spread along the area known as Devil’s Abode. Though, no one alive remembers why or how it got that name other than Old Man Bither’s. He knew a thing or two about the town history, and many of the young folk teased that the only reason he did was because he was alive back in those days. Continue reading Old Man Bither’s…

Little Luigi…

The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be… over 7 foot tall. But, there is that saying that goes something like humble beginnings and greatness. I don’t rightly remember, some dilly-dally said it once and with his fancy pants and his fancy mustache, I really didn’t pay that much ‘tention to him. ‘Sides, hes’n was just selling some snake oil bout how “if elected, I will reform America”. How you gonna go and reform land anyhow? Not like you can just pick up a plot and move it. City folk was always tryin’ to sell us and what this coot was pushin twain’t  first, nor the last, time any of us folk heard a tall tale spun like yarn from Rapunzel’s hair.

Anyway, I always fount it silly to call him Little Luigi. Guess’n just goes to show, people’s lie bout all kinds of stuff.

MFtS 8/24/15

Blaze of Glory…

Where did they go?” Carver asked as he dove behind the old brick wall. Several shots rang out and kicked up brick-dust in response.

“Had to ask?” Gabby said as she tucked even lower behind the wall. Carver just smiled and shrugged as he checked his Peacemaker’s and pulled back the hammers. “What are you doing?” Her voice notched up an octave. Continue reading Blaze of Glory…

Of Petroglyphs and Meanings…

The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event. And as Dr. Archibald Diggery studied them, he began to regale of their meanings in a most stupendous fashion.

“First, ‘Darkness. Then there was a great battle.” He flailed his arms around almost knocking off his pith hat. “Afterwards, there was a mighty feast, celebrating the conquering of the darkness.” He moved along the wall, reading. “A great fire erupted in the sky, killing many people. See how they run around here. Then finally, the fire died out and the great evil ‘Darkness’ returned.”

“What do you think Tomas?”


“Of the petroglyphs.”

“Oh, well, I think someone just painted the different positions of the sun throughout the day.” He said, arms folded and very matter-of-factly. “I mean, that’s just what I see, sir.” He added as the professor glared at him from under his bushy white eyebrows.



Too Much?

The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it? And yet, today it was almost on the sidewalk. He shook his head again and closed his eyes as he looked out the large paned window. As he opened them up, even the ball the hedges played with seemed to be moving in his direction. “I think I need a vacation.” He said to no one in particular.

Curious, the customer at the counter asked. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m going crazy, but…” he paused looking at the hedges again, “those hedges moved over night.” The customer backed away a step and looked out the window.

Hesitantly, and trying not to offend the obviously crazy barista, the customer asked, “You sure you aren’t just watching too much Doctor Who?”



The Glass Marble…

At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it. Professor Iain McDuggle knelt down on his hands and knees and brushed more of the dirt away. Adjusting his spectacles, he leaned in and stretched his hand forward. As his fingers neared the glass orb it began to emit a soft blue light, causing him to pause as the glow spread across his face. Continue reading The Glass Marble…