Category Archives: Fiction

Red Sky At Night

Posted on March 7, 2017 by princessdeloso

  “How’d that old saying go?” muttered Silas.  “Red dawn . . . red morning . . . oh yeah, now I remember.  Red sky at night, sailor’s delight, red sky at morning sailor’s warning.” “I wonder where that came … Continue reading →

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Snow Queen

Posted on February 20, 2017 by princessdeloso

She stands outside, glittering in the morning sunlight.  She whispers through the door, “Come outside and play with me.”  She undulates between the tall pine trees, pulling their boughs to her. The wind picks up the lacy hem of her … Continue reading →

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Stan Cage, Private Eye: The Case of the Disappearing Dame, part three

Posted on August 7, 2015 by princessdeloso

Read Part One here Read Part Two here Morning fog rolled in from the bay, flowing and ebbing along the streets as Stan made his way to his appointment with his mystery woman.  He had been held so mesmerized that … Continue reading →

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Stan Cage, Private Eye: The Case of the Disappearing Dame, part two

Posted on August 6, 2015 by princessdeloso

  Read part one Here After returning to his office and napping on the broken down sofa the rest of the afternoon, Stan made his way down to the waterfront as the sun set over the bay.  It was still … Continue reading →

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Stan Cage, Private Eye: The Case of the Disappearing Dame

Posted on August 5, 2015 by princessdeloso

It had been an unusually long night, followed by an inordinately short morning.  Stan Cage, Private Eye, found himself at his lower east side desk, too early in the morning, 11:07 am to be precise, nursing the grand dam of … Continue reading →

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Deane’s Diner

Posted on April 1, 2015 by princessdeloso

Joshua had been on the road for several hours and when he spotted the red neon sign blinking “Deane’s Diner” he let out a heavy sigh of relief.  His arms were numb from the vibration of the Panhead and his … Continue reading →

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Any Given Sunday

Posted on March 17, 2015 by princessdeloso

  It could be any given Sunday.  There she is, standing at the corner, in her usual running attire – tank top, shorts, and sneakers – her leg hooked over the other as she chooses what songs to listen to, … Continue reading →

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Don’t Tease The Animals

Posted on February 26, 2015 by princessdeloso

  Mom said there’d be days like this. The twins just won’t leave me alone.  What was in that seal last night?  I can’t recall them being this rambunctious. “Kaneq! . . . Pirta!  Would you two please go outside … Continue reading →

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End Of The Innocence

Posted on February 25, 2015 by princessdeloso

  Ever’ summer me an’ Bobby would get in all sorts a trouble.  It a start out the same; first day of summer break, Bobby would be at the kitchen door, bangin’ on the screen.  “Hey Mz. Peterson.  Can Billy … Continue reading →

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Enter The Colosseum

Posted on February 18, 2015 by princessdeloso

  Ophelia could hear the roar coming from the end of the tunnel.  Each time she traveled the now familiar route she was always shocked by how raucous the citizenry could be. The dead and decaying leaves swirled around her … Continue reading →

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