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Eye of Argon (S01)
It was a dry and weary day on the road to Gorzam. Small rodents scampered about beneath the weary sun, following the road as it wound into the barren land at the eastern edge of the Norgolian empire. Dust sprayed … Continue reading →
A dark and lonely wood
I am a visitor here, where the woods bleed when you come too close and their branches catch on your clothes. Ever onward and ever downward my guide leads, our only light from a far-off shore. There are hounds here, … Continue reading →
The haunted cemetery
My brother Steve will deny this, which is to be expected; but this is how I’ve told the story to my children for a few years. You’ll have to decide for yourselves where you stand. The Old Stone Church is … Continue reading →
The day a live boy went to school on Halloween
Malcolm attended the charter school in New Brunswick back in 2005, making him one of the kids who enrolled in the charter school the year after it finally had moved into its own building on the south side of the … Continue reading →
The haunted park
A block away from our house is Feaster Park, a neighborhood playground with all the amenities kids these days could want. There’s a sandpit, there are slides and monkey bars, swings for little kids and swings for big kids, basketball … Continue reading →
Tormented with a creepy doll
Oldest Daughter went away to camp about two years ago with Concordia Language Villages to study Arabic in an immersion environment. It’s stuck with her. She learned the Arabic alphabet while she was there, learned a few songs and chants … Continue reading →
Burger King and the little boy’s ghost
I took Youngest and one of her best friends to Burger King today so they could play on the indoor playground. As we were eating our fries — because you have to get fries when you’re at Burger King, even … Continue reading →
Encounter in the woods at dark
Back when I was a kid, there was a giant wooded area nearby that we loved to visit, especially during the summer. Sulfur Creek ran through it, with a bend where the water was deep enough to swim; there were … Continue reading →
Of mice and men
The evolution of mice and humans has converged so nicely that mice keep home with us, often quite literally. We discovered fire and built central heating, and mice gathered around and kept warm by our sides through the long, cold … Continue reading →
Deleted section
I wrote this as part of a scene in a story. In it, a young Lisa is complaining to her father about the bullying she’s been receiving at school, and he’s trying to help her find an appropriate response to … Continue reading →
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