These little beauties homegrown rascals hang their heads up high tossing petal smirks at impending Old Man Winter They keep summer near close at hand…
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Hello everyone. I am guest blogging today on the gracious and talented Colleen Chesebro’s blog. I invite everyone over to read my story, “What Happened…
A fairy tale parcel an invitation to be unfolded as the silvery shadows of evening deepen draping us in the lustrous purple robes of mystery…
Part 1 is here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/30/through-the-desert-with-the-stones/ “Is there a mechanic up there in town or do you know?” asked Greg to Mustache Man. The man stared back.…
Is Halloween over? I’m running late, but I invite everyone to read my poem and the other frightfully neat stories and poems on Slasher Monster…
The hairy one a rough-edged loon stood in the silvery light and howled at the moon… I don’t fear zombie brides or teens that can’t…
It was 1986 when Greg Taylor decided life was limited in small town. After all, he had thoroughly blasted it with Led Zeppelin back in…
Part one of this story can be found here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/22/at-the-shopette-pt-1/ “What’s your name?” asked the dark cop. “Greg….Greg Taylor,” I said. “So Greg, you…
I was always a baseball fan, ever since my granddad signed me out of school one day to watch the Baltimore Orioles in the 1973…
The place to be is not my town on Halloween when things go down. The Perfect Pumpkin Picker, OCD must leave things just so and…