Posts Tagged ‘Doctor Holiday’

I’m a bit later than I planned on for my latest Doctor Holiday story. Then again, one could argue it’s early. Passover and Easter are already pretty much done with this year, but the story below takes place in 2011, when both occurred later in the month. So, I’ll just say I’m technically early and [...]

A few days late on my holiday tale, but here it is and featuring (of course) Doctor Holiday… Pilgrim’s Progress Beautiful and brown, plump and glistening, fragrant and juicy—the turkey sat steaming on the dingy table that dominated what little open space the kitchen of the apartment offered. Two adults and five children were tightly [...]

All Hollows

Posted: November 1, 2011 in Single-run ("One off") Stories
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Bugs me that I’m getting this Halloween-themed tale up more than a day-and-half later than I intended, but oh well… __________________________________ All Hollows Clarity. Or something like it. He had no idea when last he had felt that sensation filling his mind, but it had been a long time, certainly. Since the time before he [...]

Something struck him in the head. He sensed it must have struck hard, but there was no blood. No bruising. Not even a scratch. I’ve been awakened from my stupor—my fugue, the man realized. When I’m not aware, I’m a Tank. It’s hard to hurt me. But still I must awaken to the world around [...]

She looked up the tall, burly man—a veritable giant compared to her tiny frame—with eyes wide, round and damp with terror. She didn’t know him. She didn’t know where she was. She wanted her Mommy and Daddy. She just wanted to give them the Valentine’s Day card she had made for them in her first-grade [...]

Designated

Posted: December 31, 2010 in Single-run ("One off") Stories
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Raucous laughter, mixing a shrill feminine giggle, a bass-laden masculine guffaw, a gender-neutral chuckle and a bellowing laugh. All reverberated within the tight confines of a four-door sedan. There was a fifth person in the car, but he wasn’t laughing, passed out in the back as he was and sandwiched between the giggler and the [...]

The man walked down Chesterson Road, mere inches from the narrow, dusty two-lane roadway itself, with a steady pace and unwavering steps through the short, dry grass covered here and there in a thin dusting of snow. It was a pair of kids who first took note of the six-foot-four traveler—his shoulders hunched just a [...]