And here we have my first of fifty-two stories that will appear here over the next year. This story is as yet untitled, but since I only had two days, really, to work on it, I’m putting it out now, anyway. Please comment, criticize, share, reblog, and enjoy.
The doors slid open on the atrium of the Psych Ward. He didn’t necessarily mind the other floors of the hospital, but this one did smell a little less like a sterile mix of a medicine cabinet and a janitor’s closet than the other floors did. The guard here wasn’t half as loquacious or a third as friendly as Walt, but today he did nothing more to Tommy than make him sign in. He expected Mr Christopher to say something brutal about how late he was, since on any other day he liked to remind him that they used to do the same job, and still should be, as far as he was concerned. But he did nothing more than slap the log shut. By this time, Nurse MacKaye was waiting at the head of the hallway, though she didn’t stop looking at her watch until he was right in front of her.
The excellent writer, commentator, and self-publishing motivator Sarah Hoyt is currently serializing her new novel Elf Blood over at the Mad Genius Club. She’s a little ways into it, and I haven’t quite caught up (see my last post on moving hell), but I can speak for the first five chapters that this is an enchanting and well-written fusion of fantasy and mystery fiction. Everyone who’s listened to or read my work at Way Too Fantasy should already know that fusion fiction makes me tingle in places I never talk about in polite company (and only rarely bring up in rude company). I highly recommend you check it out.
Elf Blood, Chapter One
So, you’ve already listened to the podcast from this morning, and you want more stories. Well… I’m here to tell ya, you’re in luck. I recently heard a rumour that there are people out there who have not only never seen the excellent UK stop-motion animation version of The Fool of the World and the Flying Ship, there are even people who are actually not familiar with this story, a shocker to me since I like this one so much I’m writing a serial based on it. Since witches have been known to curse people for lesser offenses, I’m here to remedy the situation. Below, I’ve left handy-dandy links to all five parts (about 60 minutes) of Cosgrove Hall’s production of this most excellent fairy tale.
The Fool of the World and the Flying Ship HD Part 1
The Fool of the World and the Flying Ship HD Part 2
The Fool of the World and the Flying Ship HD Part 3
The Fool of the World and the Flying Ship HD Part 4
The Fool of the World and the Flying Ship HD Part 5
Anyway, it might not be the usual surreal horror that I like to recommend, but it’s still one of my earliest influences. Russian and East European folktales captured my muse back when I was un piccolo bambino and I don’t ever plan on growing out of them.
The first of a recurring series of stories by and about writers desperately trying to write away their insanity. This week, we don’t have much, since we’re still feeling our way around the community. So, we’re featuring CJ Casey’s magic realism short story “Mrs Shaw.” You can also find this on the Way Too Fantasy blog, or here.
In the future, I’d like to add other readers and writers. Please, if you have anything you’d like me to feature, or if you’d like to join while we talk about stories and writing, drop a line. I would love to talk to you.
For now, set aside a mere fifteen minutes so I can tell you the somewhat autobiographical story of “Mrs Shaw.”