Doc Holliday and his Mudd Creek Regulators (Book) - 7/9/2015 4:26:44 PM
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Half Life (Short Story) - 9/17/2015 12:06:02 AM
The theory of evolution at play? You have the knack for turning something routinely annoying as a traffic snarl into horror.
Who Walks Your Psychosis? (Short Story) - 7/23/2015 6:40:06 AM
This satire is heavy, man! Although a bit unfair to women who have to go through menopause, while men don't. On the other hand, you didn't write about the problem that men have watching those younger single, psychosis free women. About 40% of all men, rich or otherwise, have a problem with ED. But there's a pill for that, and probably a sitter. I would like to see what kind of story you could make from that.
Ron
Under The Soft Moss Covered Ground (Short Story) - 7/21/2015 3:31:34 AM
I like this one because it has the ring of truth to it. It took me a little bit to figure out that Jeff was one of the boys that worked on the conscience of the two women that had killed the boys to prevent them from spreading their disease to the other children. A severe kind of quarantine it may or may not have happened in orphanages in those days.
Consumption is generally the word used for tuberculosis, known for coughing up blood and a long, slow, painful death. Pneumonia may or may not cause coughing up blood I usually results in death within a few days and is not contagious like tuberculosis.
Ron
Under The Soft Moss Covered Ground (Short Story) - 7/21/2015 12:17:39 AM
This story gave me the chills--that's a compliment. Beth's walk on higher ground will never be quite the same, as it shouldn't for those who did commit such atrocities in orphanages, burying their victims under the moss-covered ground.
Under The Soft Moss Covered Ground (Short Story) - 7/20/2015 6:38:06 PM
I guess all of us have let things slide, at least once or twice. Why snitch on a brother or sister or dear friend? But then...
Two Candy Wrappers (Short Story) - 7/20/2015 4:23:41 AM
Both of these seem to be tragedies with unknown aspects as a result of the paucity of words. Something like that kind of thing. Just leaves me wondering if they could be written better. Dead men don't talk, but it's interesting what might be on their mind.
Often, I'm in my bed like that with little things like spiders, fruit flies, and occasional itches, that I can't deal with. But, I'm perfectly alive. I just can't deal with these little irritations that I can't scratch because I'm paralyzed and can't move to address them. It's a bit like your corpse, only my brain is still working hard, imagining all these things need attention as though my body were dead.
Ron
Two Candy Wrappers (Short Story) - 7/20/2015 12:11:21 AM
Through an economy of words, you've managed to write two descriptive stories with impact and feeling.
Reading Speculative Fiction (Short Story) - 7/19/2015 8:04:04 PM
And here I thought the 6:00 p.m. news was speculative fiction.
Those Spores (Short Story) - 7/19/2015 6:17:50 AM
As if mushrooms had eyes. Stomped a few puff balls in my day… Didn't know at the time that they were good to eat.
The rise of the mushrooms are upon us.
Ron
Help! There's a Man Stuck in Our Septic Tank (Short Story) - 7/16/2015 6:46:21 AM
If something like this did ever happen, you've at least raised the legal ramifications of getting in too deep.
The Bloody Rook (Short Story) - 7/16/2015 6:36:50 AM
Your short story gets to the heart of matters. Sometimes it's best to just live in the moment.
Whispers Scream (Short Story) - 7/15/2015 12:21:09 PM
Thanks for reading Ron. Sorry you did not understand the work. Actually about the loss of a loved one from a child's perspective. Specifically my Grandfather. I appreciate all reviews and critiques but judging from your consistent negative reviews of my work I can save you time and trouble now by letting you know it gets no better. Thanks again,
Robert Kasch
Our Upstairs Neighbor (Short Story) - 7/13/2015 2:53:15 PM
Always a pleasure to read your stretches of imagination. Maybe it was "murder" - the liberating Kevorkian kind.
Our Upstairs Neighbor (Short Story) - 7/13/2015 6:59:15 AM
New to the site and not sure where to respond to critiques etc. Always appreciated and thanks to all who have read my work. However , I would kindly respond to Mr. Hull's comment/critique that the story is one of fantasy and requires the reader to suspend disbelief and just enjoy the break from reality. Also if one is to read the story for a 'lesson' I'm sure it is fairly obvious. I would agree with Mr. Hull that it is strange and thankfully so.
Our Upstairs Neighbor (Short Story) - 7/13/2015 5:43:27 AM
Nice stretch of reality into the unknown...
Our Upstairs Neighbor (Short Story) - 7/13/2015 4:55:36 AM
Quite imaginative. However, stories like this usually have some kind of lesson to be really good. Otherwise, they are just strange.
Ron
Nine Lives (Short Story) - 7/12/2015 6:52:46 AM
Cats will be around long after we are gone. Many are living their lives out feral like pigs. While I hated it, my high school hunting friends would shoot any cat they saw in the woods claiming that they killed the wild game they hunted. They claimed that excuse for killing small predators as well. Fortunately, that attitude has changed. I never shot any animal that was not in season and food for my table.
Like our understanding of small predators, it takes stories like yours and education to change people's attitudes towards their pets. Pets should be considered intelligent animals that require good care and should not be considered toys or property to be discarded when tired of. My ex-wife acquired a kitten that was half wild and a good mouser while still half grown. There was no way for her to get outside without opening the door for her, so she peed there. She also became pregnant. She was immediately taken to the ASPCA and probably euthanized.
Ron
Nine Lives (Short Story) - 7/12/2015 1:08:03 AM
A cat lover, your story moved me. One of my two cats was a condo parking lot stray along with her litter siblings. I'd already had three cats at the time, so my mother was able to kidnap one in a cat carrier to save. Hope has been with me going on twelve years. I often think of just how long the others lived.
Nine Lives (Short Story) - 7/11/2015 2:00:48 PM
One night returning from work, I picked up a stray cat. The cat stayed with me for 15 years.
The Blue Berry Pie Man (Short Story) - 7/10/2015 5:24:59 AM
Totally weird. I would agree with Eva on the taste of those pies.
I'm sure he was from an old blue blood family back in Ireland.
Ron
The Blue Berry Pie Man (Short Story) - 7/9/2015 12:31:06 PM
A rather "distasteful" story as you intended.
Just An Old Chicken Farmer (Short Story) - 7/2/2015 7:27:41 AM
I never heard of cutting the legs off chickens to keep them from running around, headless. But then I never heard of making sales like this. An unlikely tale with a bit of shock to it. Still not sure if the sale was result of an organic need for walking chicken or peer intimidation. But you seem to like to write stories with multiple interpretation.
I rented my house in Atlanta to the Chicken Man. He had 5 or 6 straight trucks with that written on the side. Having worked for a large commercial chicken processor, he would buy their castoff (probably didn't meet USDA standards) chickens and delivered them to poor neighborhoods about the 5th of the month just after the welfare checks went out. And then, he would sell the chickens directly off the back of the truck. Claimed that he made $10,000 a month… A pocket full of money any day.
I had to evict him after he got a divorce and quit paying the rent.
Ron
Just An Old Chicken Farmer (Short Story) - 7/2/2015 12:29:48 AM
'Ol Chet certainly honed and hewed his craft as a businessman by using fear and intimidation. I enjoyed your character.
Welcome to Grist Mill (Short Story) - 7/1/2015 5:19:23 AM
I'm with you on more traditional, realistic horror stories. The quest for ever more surprise and gore has gotten to ridiculous proportions in some tele-dramas these days.
Like Eva, you turned the tables on me after describing the history of Grist Mill as a sort of diabolical place to start with. There is something terribly wrong with Jack Larson and I'm not sure where it comes from. Would need a longer story to determine that. One hundred words doesn't do it. Just leaves more mystery than conclusion.
I must be really old-fashioned, because I believe a good story must have a beginning, a middle, and an end. And should be as long as required to accomplish that in a reasonable way. It seems like serialized stories are geared to leave people in suspense before every commercial and at the end of each episode.
Ron
