I remember those summers up on the high-line ranch, where Pa would toil in the forge all day — his calloused hands blackened with soot — and Ma would busy herself with the housework. There was no counter top too clean, no floor too spotless, that wouldn’t pass her scrutiny unscathed. The kids — Suzie Mae,… Continue Reading
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Subscribe to Phantasmagoria RSS Feed“A Dream of Mirsad, Part I of I: The Awakening” and Other Halloween Scariness
It happened upon me that, in the second loneliest month of the year, I should journey to the barren flat lands beyond my woods. I set out on an early Friday morning, before the rising sun’s rays meagerly shown through the overcast skies. A cold wind howled from the west, causing me to pull my… Continue Reading