The Pit by Dee Artea

The Pit Dee Artea A rumble of distant thunder – woke me up from a deep sleep. My horse too, reacts to the sound. Doesn’t like rain. Me neither. Plus, he’s been acting skittishly these days. Don’t know why. I just want to get…

Three Factorial! by Dee Artea

Three Factorial! (A Tale in Three Sections, Six Ways) Dee Artea Section One “Where are you taking me? I don’t trust you. Are you that lawyer guy who made me uncomfortable by the way you looked at me – my breasts, my legs? You…

It’s Ten O’Clock Somewhere by Dee Caples

It’s Ten O’Clock Somewhere Dee Caples “Are you sure you want to do that?” Pablo stared at the bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream. It was the perfect compliment to a cup of coffee but he’d never had it speak before. Nancy had been bugging…

Interview with Dee Caples

An Interview with Author Dee Caples AR: Do you write poetry, prose, or a mixture of both? DC: I write both. We talked about my poetry first, I think, and discussed the differences in modern poetry and what I was taught in school. Honestly,…

The Minstrel’s Secret by Dee Caples

The Minstrel’s Secret Dee Caples Once upon a time there was a kingdom ruled by a man that was just and fair, until the day a wandering minstrel arrived. There was nothing outwardly extraordinary about the man. He was as squat as a toad…

Tux by Dee Caples

Tux Dee Caples It was three a.m. The night sky was cloudy with the moon in quarter phase. A perfect night for b&e. Himey pulled his face mask down as he made his approach to the big, Georgian mansion. Supposedly he didn’t need precautions…

If You Can’t Beat Him, Feed Him by Dee Caples

If You Can’t Beat Him, Feed Him Dee Caples Her skin had been supple and smooth but had now bowed to the inexorable march of time. As invisible cracks formed they felt like the legs of creeping insects and she despised insects even more…

A Good Witch or A Bad Witch? by Dee Caples

A Good Witch or A Bad Witch? Dee Caples Caladia’s clientele was quite small, mostly girls wanting a love potion or pregnant women coming around to have the little one’s fortune told. Today it was serious. Mr. Whinge needed to get rid of his…

Wipires by Dee Caples

Wipires Dee Caples “Don’t open the door!” Astrid hissed. I glanced over my shoulder at my girlfriend. Her mouth was still frozen in the hiss, her teeth bared. Raising one eyebrow, I turned back to the door and peeked out of the peephole, studying…