It is a collection of fictional 21 short stories that I have written over the past 10 years. The stories are eclectic but some can be described as historical fiction, modern literary fiction, and science fiction
My personal favorite stories:
Murder on O'Hollow's Eve-a Mystery story that takes place in c. 1775 Salem Massachusetts on Halloween.
The Minuteman from Lexington-A short-story about a 21st century couple, the Blakenships who come across the 18th century journal of Massachusetts Minuteman James Willis
The Queen from Knossos- A gripping tale about a young woman, Korinsia, who becomes queen of Knossos in Ancient Crete after a horrific earthquake and the policies she enacts in order to rebuild her country, her people but also how she will rebuild her own personal life.
The Antique Quarter- Emily Gladstone of Gladstone Antiques in London, England travels to Dijon, France to purchase an 18th Century Burgundian Writing Desk for her very wealthy client, Lady Featherway....however a mysterious stranger that she encounter's in Dijon's Antique Quarter holds the key to a powerful way to travel through time
The Ballad of Anatole Fournier- Short story about a young French baker who is forced to immigrate to the US because of the French Revolution; however he becomes caught in American politics because of the heated rivalry between the Federalists and Jeffersonaian Republican Democrats
The Persian Judge-Short Story about an Ancient Persian Judge who gets framed for murder
Hastia of Rome- A tragic love story about an Etruscian royal woman who didn't know when to stop regarding how many lovers she had at one time.
The Glassblower of Jamestown- A graduate student at William and Mary discovers information about her early Polish ancestors who immigrated to Virginia during the early years of the Jamestown colony to work as glassblowers
Excerpt
Murder on O Hollow’s Eve
Thunder rolled in the distance. Twilight soon turned into darkness. As the land grew dim rain started to pour. Harder, harder, harder the rain fell on the roofs of the houses in Salem, Massachusetts. At this time, I, Andrew Moore, was pacing back and forth in my study. I was still upset about an earlier incident, in which I had heard a raven crowing. It was a bad omen, I thought, too onerous to ignore. I told my good friend, Mr. Hartings about it, but he thought my suspicions to be balderdash! “If you excuse me, Mr. Collins but I must retire to the salon. Would you care to join me?”
“No,” I replied, and once again I was left alone in the study. As soon as he left, my wife Mary and my adolescent son, Abraham entered. “My dear husband why dost thou pace so vehemently?” At the moment when I turned to her and opened my mouth to explain to her my predicament, Abraham interjected, “leave us, mother.” “As you wish,” she replied, curtsied and left us. “Father, I know why you are acting like this. However, you must realize that your fears are mere fantasies! We live in an age of reason, father, have you forgotten your Locke, Hutchinson and Burke? Yes, I heard the crow too but it’s just a bird like any other. There is nothing to fear.” “Abraham, you are correct,” I replied, “however even though I realize it’s merely a raven’s cry I cannot help it that my affections are otherwise disturbed.” “Well, I guess all I can do is just leave you to your affections, however I beseech ye to see reason father.” With that he retired and I was left alone once again in the study.
Meanwhile, Mary began talking to one of our servants in the hallway. “Mr. Horace, can you please fetch for my husband a whiskey? My husband is acting rather queer and I worry for his affections.”
“Yes, Mar ‘am, I will surely attend to Mr. Moore,” he said with a slight bow of the head.
I welcomed the thought of a whisky to restore my affections however I still could not relax. I then see my son outside the window talking with Mr. Hartings’ daughter. I could not hear a word, however it looked like from their gestures that it was a conversation filled with passion. I then see them caress each other and kiss, and part. I found this to be very queer, because I was not aware that my son had any interest in courting Mr. Hartings’ daughter.
However, this was not the only event that was queer that day. At that very moment, Mr. Horace enters the study and demands my attention. “Sir, Madam Moore requested a whisky to help you restore your affections.” I took the whisky out of his hands, took a gaff and expressed my gratitude. “Is that all Mr. Horace?”
“Actually no, that is not all sir because a Lt. Colonel Arthur Canton has come a calling to your house.”
“Really? I know not a Lt. Colonel Arthur Canton. What business does he wish to have with me?”
“Well, Lt. Canton is a British officer and he seeks for lodging for himself and his Lt. Robert Jaykinson.”
I was silent at this news. This made my affections become even more distraught once I was reminded that our colony was still at war and that I was to welcome a respected member of the enemy in my home! However, I had friends in Boston inform me that they had no choice but to harbor British soldiers therefore I realized it was safer for my family to allow Lt. Colonel Canton and Lt. Jaykinson lodging.
“Are you sure about this sir?”
“Yes, I am sure.”
“Very good, sir” replied Mr. Horace.
I then realized that it was futile to remain in the study. Now that I had guests, I could not stay locked up in this room like a coward but instead meet Lt. Colonel Canton and Lt. Jaykinson. I walk out of the study, down the hall and directly into the salon. In there, I find my wife, two British officers, my brother and Mr. Hartings. They did not notice me at first because they were heavily engaged in conversation.
“Oh my, this weather is dreadful, isn’t Mrs. Moore?” The British officer with the long face, sunken in cheekbones and high class British accent inquired.
“Oh yes, Lt. Colonel Canton,” replied my wife, “indeed.”
“Do you think it not to have anything to do with the fact today is O Hollow’s Eve? Maybe its an omen for treachery to happen today” Interjected my brother.
“Oh come on now,” replied my wife, “that’s a rather preposterous thing to suggest! First my husband is all nerves about today and now you? Quit this superstitious hogwash now! Just because the weather is dreadful and today is O Hollow’s Eve does not mean anything ‘treacherous’ is going to happen.”
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London: Lashed, Lacerated, Lampooned and Lambasted satirizes 18 popular Jack London novellas with adult content and language and the work is author Jay Dubya's 37th published hardcover/paperback book.
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