I received a touching review on ‘Don’t Be A Sally’ a short story based on true events.
“Wonderful short story about Adam and Goldie, lyrical, honest, masterfully written (with a sad touch), plus a lot of suspense along the way and a great character building. A remarkable treat for short story-readers!” –Victoria Ohlsson
Victoria is a fantastic author and has a wonderful blog which you can find here: https://raynotbradbury.com/
An excerpt, Chapter 1
His heart pounded in his chest and his ears rang. He was in hell. He was sure of it. This moment; with this feeling of sickness, and pure hatred for what he felt, was hell. Welcome to hell.
No vomit came from his stomach. No vomit came from his throat and no vomit came from his mouth. His mid-section wretched up and down looking like an October cat in a filthy dance. Up and down his body rose and nothing came out. Yet he smelled his own vomit lingering all about him. Again, he rose up, and again he produced nothing. Beads of sweat were on his forehead and it wasn’t long before they fell onto the surface of the tub. He lurched heavily downward with a massive cough and something came up. Something vile and red landed onto the tub’s floor. Black. He saw nothing but black as he slowly faded and fainted again.
I think about my cousin, Adam, often. I haven’t spoken to him in months. He has chosen a path that most wouldn’t and I can only hope he is as happy as possible. The photo on the cover is the valley where the story takes place. I took the photo. This is a self published, raw and honest story.
The unfortunate part of a thought, is sitting on it. -M. Taggart
Spooky, creepy, Halloween fun!
Want to read a frightening story about two boys sneaking out at night to learn if a local ‘story’ is true…are there really bodies in the basement of the old church on top of the hill?? Find out!
This is the perfect story to read to your kids as soon as the sun drops. It’s fun, creepy, and filled with imagination.
There’s just something about dark basement stairs on an October night.
Read ‘Bodies In The Basement’ here:
Bodies In The Basement
“It was a crisp, damp, October night.
“When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking of the moment when both he and Aaron would be standing at the top of the basement stairs peering down into the darkness.
The old stone Church was perched at the top of the largest hill on the prep school’s campus. Colin’s parents were professors at the school and their house was on campus grounds. They’d been waiting for Colin’s parents to fall asleep upstairs. Both boys were comfortable in their sleeping bags on the screened in porch. The lights had been turned out an hour ago and Colin felt it was time to slip into the night.”
Bodies In The Basement
Recently I was blown away by a kind and generous man. I approached him about reading a published poem of mine, on stage, in NYC. Charles Joseph (aka SirCharlesThePoet) has an energy about him which I admire. Charles had, from my point of view, very little reason to do this for me, but he did. Because apparently, that’s how he is.
When Charles first sent me the video I couldn’t watch it. I tried, but needed to shut it off each time he started to read the poem. Not only because of what the poem means to me personally, but because of how large I view this moment- his act of kindness reached through my screen.
Please visit and participate with Sircharlesthepoet:
His About page: https://sircharlesthepoet.wordpress.com/about/
“Charles “Sircharlesthepoet” Joseph is a poet living in NYC, although he was born in Haiti. At 11 years old, Charles discovered America. Soon after his discovery of the States, at the age of 12, Charles started writing.”
Here is a link to the video. I am so very thankful for this. For Charles to read this poem on stage in NYC is a dream come true. I’m in shock that you did this for me, Charles, I will not forget. You are a talented, intelligent, creative mind. I’m happy to know you.
Our Self Embrace, orginally published on SpillWords Press:
Our Self Embrace
Cheers, Everyone! I do hope you are lucky enough to know Charles.
We’ve been smashed pretty good by the Nor’easter Storm that just hit the Northeast. We haven’t had power since 1 AM. It will be a bit until we have power again
I love this type of adventure. I won’t be able participate on social media, but will be having a hell of a time, happily.
There’s something about a good book, a place to read it, and the rising of your eyes from its pages to think about it. -M. Taggart
Was gifted this sunrise this morning. If you look closely you’ll spot the old road we are uncovering.
I love October.
Some dirt roads follow you home. -M. Taggart
I have a thing for leaves. This one found me while I was beating back saplings and other various growths such as ferns and thorn bushes. We’re uncovering and old stone road in hopes to ‘bring it back’ and even make it functional. Anyway, while I was clearing a portion of the road this brilliant red maple leaf dropped next to me. It’s often the little things which capture my interest.
Feel free to use this photo. If you do, please be kind enough to give proper photo credit to my cell phone 😉
I’m almost ready to write.
It’s a strange feeling knowing that I’m putting if off.
A purposeful thing found in the back of a thought,
lingering, like a vibrating sponge left on the beach
just out of reach of the waves.
Soon though, I will.
Maybe I’ll remember some of it.