Sunday, August 30, 2015

Lizardian - Chapter 7

The kitchen was empty.  Jim paused by the basement door.  Something fell to the ground.  He spun around, staring down into that abyss of darkness.  He tried the switches on the wall.  Again, nothing.  He felt his way down the stairs, keeping his gun held out before him.  His feet barely touched concrete when a cat yowled and bolted past him and up the stairs.  “Jesus Christ.  Fucking cat,” he cursed out loud.

“You okay?”  The sheriff was now in the kitchen.

“Great.  Just great,” and that’s when Jim noticed the freezer against the wall.  It was half open, and a smell was drifting out, a smell that made his stomach turn.  “Oh, what is that,” and he moved over to the freezer and pushed it open.  Then, he turned, his knees buckled, and he hit the ground, weak, dizzy.  But luckily, nothing spewed out.

“Jim!”  The sheriff hurried toward him, making sure that he was okay, but then he looked at the freezer.

“Tom, don’t,” but it was too late...  

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

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Sunday, August 23, 2015

Friday, August 14, 2015

The Unknown Rider

by, Melissa R. Mendelson

Chapter One:

I used to love the smell of cigarettes.  I was never a smoker.  My friends were.  They would light up, and I would enjoy that aroma, never thinking of second hand smoke.  Now, it was too much, too much smoke, and there were no windows to escape to.  And among the stench of cigarettes and cigars was the bitterness of liquor.  I thought I would be sick, and then the door opened.  He stood there in the doorway, staring at me.

“Hey!”  I blinked, trying to wipe the smoke out of my eyes.  “I’m losing.”  He wavered before me.  “We can’t afford to lose.”

“Can’t we just go?”  He knelt down before me.  “Why do we have to do this?”

“You want to eat?”  My stomach growled in response.  “Look, do it.  One time.  One win, and we go.”

“You said that last week.”

The men at the poker table glared at us.  We normally moved around, never playing the same crowd, but he made a lot of money off them last week.  He wanted to come back.  I knew it was a bad idea especially because I saw that man here before, and he stared right at me.  Luckily, he disappeared, but if we didn’t go soon, we might disappear too.

“Come on.”  He now took my hand.  “Please.  We need this.”

“If you didn’t blow that money away, we wouldn’t need this.”  I flinched as he touched my cheek.  “Okay, Mitch, but I’m only doing this once.  Once!”

“Thank you,” and he eagerly returned to the poker table.

I could hear the ticking of time.  I hated that sound.  I despised it.  The men were all wearing watches, and some were expensive.  It was deafening.  I preferred not wearing a watch, but instead of thinking about that, I focused on the ticking.  I focused on time, and as I focused, a cool breeze rested against my skin.  It was now time.

I rose from the torn couch.  It smelled of beer and cigarettes.  The nicer seats were in the other room, but he insisted on me being here.  My feet stepped gingerly on the green rug.  A small, red stain gave me pause.  Blood, but I didn’t want to think about that.  These were dangerous men, and we used to play smaller, safer crowds.  Mitch got greedy, and now if we didn’t leave soon, we would never leave.  And I was wasting time.

I circled the poker table twice.  Most of the men drank their liquor or puffed on cigarettes or cigars.  Their eyes rested on Mitch, wondering what tricks this young man had up his sleeve.  They never suspected me.  They knew that I did not want to be there, and I did not.  I looked at their hands, the cards waiting for action, and finally I rested beside Mitch.  The trick was not to slide the winning cards into his hand.  We had to be careful especially with these kind of men.  Instead, seeing how there were six players, I turned five of Mitch’s cards either upside down or sideways.  Sideways meant non-threats.  Upside down meant winners.  If I turned the first card upside down, then that meant the guy before Mitch had a winning hand.  Mitch would take it from there, using his wit to outsmart these players.  Time’s up.

I was back on the couch.  The sideways players threw their cards in, disgusted at being outsmarted once again by Mitch.  That only left Mitch and the man before him.  Now, the real game was at hand, and I leaned in, curious to see how Mitch would outsmart him.  I flinched at the drink pressed into my hand.

“That’s quite a neat trick.  I thought I saw you pull something off last time.”  It was the strange man again.  “I’m Stanton Parish.”  I slowly accepted the drink and sipped it.  It was water.  I thought it was vodka.  “Chronokinesis.”


“It’s a rare, rare ability, and you’re wasting it.”  He knelt down before me.  “I could use someone with your ability.”  A commotion broke out behind him.  “You might have to run first.”  He pressed a card into my other hand.  “When you’re done with him, give me a call.  Don’t let him pull you down even further.”  He stepped away.

“I did not cheat,” Mitch roared.

“Take your money, and get out while you still can,” the winner snapped back.  Well, if he had won, but Mitch did cheat.  “Get out!”  The other men were already reaching under their coats for something, something not good.

“Mitch!”  I was now by the door, wondering where that strange man had gone.  “Let’s go.  Now,” I begged.

“Listen to her,” one man said.

“And don’t come back,” another snapped.

Mitch threw his cards on the table.  He grabbed up the small stack of cash before him.  He glared at me like this was my fault, and then he hurried away, grabbing me bitterly by the arm.  As the cold air snapped its greeting at us, he snapped at me.  “What is wrong with you tonight?”

“Mitch, those were dangerous men, men that you do not screw with.”

“Why?  You want to screw them?”

“You know what I mean.  Look, when I talked you into leaving your mother’s house and coming to New York with me, this was not what I had in mind.  You are putting us in danger.”

“Who was that guy that you were talking to?  Who was he?”  I tried to put the card in my pocket, but he grabbed it from my hand.  “Red Flag?  What the hell is that?  A reject artist?”


“No.  I don’t want to hear it.”  He ripped up the card.  “Let’s get some food, go to the hotel, and forget about this.”  I finally relaxed.  Maybe, he realized how dangerous this was getting.  “We have to be ready for Friday’s game.  There’s a lot of money at stake, and you need your rest.”

“Mitch, we can’t come back here.  They’ll kill us.”

“We’re not coming back here.  I heard them talking.  The next game is near Grand Central, and if they happen to be there, then we’ll get the money and run.  You just might have to use  that trick of yours more.”

“I told you.  I might be able to speed up time or slow it down, but it’s not easy.  It takes a lot out of me.”

“Well, we have three days, so let’s go.  Come on,” and he dragged me away into the growing darkness.

Stanton Parish stepped out of the shadows.  A sad look stretched across his face.  He shook his head and watched the two disappear from sight.  Then, he glanced down at the ripped up card.  “I found you once,” he said to himself.  “I’ll find you again.”

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Saturday, August 08, 2015

Lizardian’s Coming

Lizardian’s Coming
(Parody of Pink’s ‘Get The Party Started’)
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

Oh, Lizardian’s comin’ soon so you better get yourself ready
Oh, Lizardian’s comin’ soon so you better get yourself ready

Lizardian got started one day at school
I got ignored by all those believed to be cool
Sendin’ nasty notes to my so-called friends,
Who held knives behind their backs with razor sharp ends
I disappeared inside my notebooks, the shy girl in class,
Writing stories of characters kicking some ass

Oh, Lizardian’s comin’ soon so you better get yourself ready
Oh, Lizardian’s comin’ soon so you better get yourself ready

Oh, the teenager life is a dangerous street
Cruisin’ through the cliques, trying not to get beat
We’ll be fighting just to survive
Some call me freak, slash, or act like I’m not even alive
The bus will be burnin’ rubber, taking me home
But once there, I’m still alone
Disappearing into notebooks keeping my heart from turning stone

Oh, Lizardian’s comin’ soon so you better get yourself ready
Oh, Lizardian’s comin’ soon so you better get yourself ready
You better get yourself ready

Oh, all those notebook stories buried in my room
Why have I ignored all of you
Pumpin’ myself up to dive back into the past
How can all those emotions I once felt so long last
I’m ready to operate, calling on that monster written some time ago
I’m ready to unleash you, so come on. Let’s go.

Oh, Lizardian’s comin’ soon so you better get yourself ready
Oh, Lizardian’s comin’ soon so you better get yourself ready
Oh, Lizardian’s comin’ soon so you better get yourself ready
Oh, Lizardian’s comin’ soon so you better get yourself ready
You better get yourself ready
You better get yourself ready right now
You better get yourself ready
You better get yourself ready
You better get yourself ready right now

Artwork by Joe Fed

Thursday, July 09, 2015

Online Publications

Bartleby Snopes Literary Magazine:

Doll House (Short Story): 2007

Essence (Short Story): 2010

When The Dust Settles (Short Story): 2011

Gadfly Online:

2011: Passenger; No Leaders Among Men

2012: We Are The Villains Of This Story; Letters Cast Away; Leaving Nowhere Behind; After Dark: My Favorite TV Shows; My First Taste of Road Rage; Bleeding Through Reality (Let The Fiction In); Rampage; Going Haywire

2013: Living According to Tolstoy; Welcome Back to Tango of the Road Rage Drivers; When I Tried To Become A 9-1-1 Operator; Alarm Set; King of the Lonely Hill; Never in Stone; Saving Gifted Men and a Touch of Paranormal; (Alien) Baby Got Back; Glass Eyes; One Way Ticket; Friendship Rises Over The Dead Zone; Hail to the Three Kings, Baby; The Death of the State Employee; Heroes in Dark; Beyond The Spielberg Dream (My Love of Science-Fiction); A Brief Glimpse Over The Edge; Ghost in the Sands of White (For Walter White); Bye, Bye Mr. Burn Notice Spy; Simple Thoughts; Feeling Yourself Explode (My Take on Being Mad as Hell); Never Meant to Love

2014: Burning Down The Doll House; Over The Porch; Concrete Dreams; Front Page; Cruising Along Fate's Darkness; Where I Hit Record; The Trouble with Past Lives; NeedlePoint; Rhythm of Life; Checkmate; The NY State of Mind Does Not Brake For Enlightenment; You Killed Me Before; Guns Talk (A Parody of 'Little Talks' by Of Monsters and Men); Bleu Room with a Red Vase: Catching A Star At Jones Beach; Dialing The 4400 (A Parody of Adele's song, Set Fire To The Rain); 'Slip and Fall': A Review of Nick Santora's 2007 Thriller; Movies That Speak Volumes; Faded Shades of Rainbow; Remembering The Final Cut: Dedicated to Robin Williams; Don't Forget To Tip Your Cows; Lies (Parody of Sia's song, Chandelier); I Am A Clone; Here We Go Again (Another Tango Driver); Gold Beyond Blue; If Sam Axe Died; Unions; Fragments of Broken Youth; Extra, Extra; D.T.A.; Footprints in Sand; Alien Dream; Along The Rails; Cellar Dawn; Seeing Through The Facade; Blonde Android Shutdown

2015: Flirting with Revolution; Wanting to be a Cool Kid; The Silent War We Wage; Taking On The Universe; 24 Won't Come Back No More (Parody); Death Made a Pie; Spirits Among Us; Underground; Book Review: The Branches of Time; Gone Without a Trace; The Parachute Kids; The World is not Black and White; The Quiet Room; War Of My World; Remains of Peace; Carry On Winchester Sons (Parody of Kansas's 'Carry On Wayward Son'; Hanging Out in the Drive Thru (Parody of Train's Drive By Song); Book Review: Fifteen Digits; A Bitter Mockery; Blazing Eagle; Comic Book Heroes Gone Wild (Parody of Skid Row's "Youth Gone Wild"); Broken (Parody of Rihanna's "Diamonds"); The Waiting Room; What If Heaven Were Really Real?; The Tin Man's Heart; Missing Horror Movies of Days Long Ago; Iron Thorns; Gone But Not Forgotten

Mouse Tales Press:

Waiting (Short Story): 2011

Clay Pigeon (Short Story): 2012

Bittersweet Farewells (Short Story): 2013

Fiction 365:

Discussion (Short Story): 2011

Jolt Literary Journal:

One Mile Left to Go (Short Story): 2012

The Useless Degree Magazine:

Touch of Winter (Short Story): 2015


Poem: A Child's Dream:

Porcelain Log Line:

Glass Skies Over Home Log Line:

The Unknown Rider (Winner of Twitter Short Story Contest):

Waken Dream Log Line:

Bystander Magazine:

Glimpse Over Darkness (Poetry): 2015

Antarctica Journal/Soul Fountain:


Shining Through The Echo (For Robin Williams)

Are We Real

Behind The Door


Stone Slate

Dream Always




Blue Surface

Silent Post

Who's Ready For Church

Fog Rolling In

Song Lyrics:



On White Wings I Fly