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BRCMD -10- Uncle Hank and the Cold Potato - Part II

Uncle Hank and the Cold Potato Part ii

Daddy's brother, Uncle Virgil, dropped in on the New Years party that had turned into an Arkansawyer wake for Hank Williams. Naturally, the story had to be retold about the time he had shown up at Ma Dale's and eaten two whole fried chickens all by himself, with biscuits and corn on the cob and buttermilk to drink. Uncle Virgil stood five-foot-five and weighed about 120 pounds, but he was a legendary eater.

He claimed he hadn...

Cover Preview - Love Less from DopplerPress

Love Less is going to be available from DopplerPress, just as soon as I get the bonus chapter done!

Cold Rain Gotta Fall -2- Pick-up

I never did get the seat belt buckled. In 1964, not every vehicle even had them and especially not pick-up trucks. I hung onto the belt though, while going in and out of consciousness— it kept me from sliding off the seat. We drove for a time, I have no idea how long, and he kept talking. The words washed over me like the cold rain had, and I paid them even less attention. Sitting up and hanging onto the belt was almost more than I could manage.

When we stopped, I started a bit and al...

BRCMD -9- Uncle Hank and the Cold Potato - Part I

Uncle Hank and the Cold Potato

Mom taught me my letters and how to sound-spell and I would puzzle out some of the shorter words, getting good enough that with my supply of imagination, a lot of people thought I could read. By the middle of the following summer, before my fifth birthday, I really could, though I still needed help with some of the harder words.

A few things happened before that next birthday that I particularly remember, though. The biggest was prob...

Sixteen the Hard Way -4- Walk

I didn’t say much to Donna, just handed Fooler’s leash to her and kept running but by the time I got to the corner, I was done. One problem I had was the jiggling of my— my breasts. Even inside three layers of shirt they rubbed against the fabric with the impact of each step. It made it uncomfortable to run and impossible to think. How do girls with bigger breasts manage it?

I walked across the intersection and headed home, taking the longer route around the block. I needed time t...

Cover Preview - Aunt T's by Angela Rasch

Coming out in a few days to a week - Art by Melanie E - Letters by Joyce

Cover Preview - Brainjacked! by Melanie Brown

This will probably be out in a few weeks but here's a preview of the cover. Do you want to read the book? :D

BRCMD -8- Little Golden Memories

I’m not sure how long we stayed with Ma and Pa that time, not more than a few weeks I’m sure. We moved into a house in town that wasn’t much more than a shed for a short time and then into a place I called The Little Red House. It had asphalt siding made to look like red bricks and it sat on a wide lot between the schoolhouse and The Big Red House where another bunch of cousins lived.

When we moved in, no one had lived there for more than a year. The place was surrounded with tall...

Pete's Vagina -9- Stop the Clock

We found a room at the first motel, and Megan paid for it with a credit card, forty dollars plus tax and a city fee. I tried not to wince. I didn’t have that much money on me, and I didn’t have a credit card.

“Third cabin, second door,” said the clerk with no curiosity at all. We made our way along the walkway between slender evergreen sugar pines and rose bushes that had begun to lose their leaves.

The door opened on a typical motel room for the area, two regular-size bed...

Cover Art - My New Assignment by Melanie Brown

Art by Melanie Ezell - this book will be coming out from DopplerPress very soon. :)

BRCMD #7 - Ham Biscuit on a Green Glass Plate

Ham Biscuit on a Green Glass Plate

We moved back to Senath, Missouri, midway down the western edge of the Bootheel sometime in 1952. Both sets of grandparents lived there and aunts, uncles and cousins; too many to shake a stick at, as the saying goes.

My mom's parents, Emma and Francis Dale, were known as Ma and Pa to all the grandkids, probably because of the Ma and Pa Kettle movies. They lived in a farmhouse about four miles out of town. We stayed with them for ...

Cover Candidate - Her by Angela Rasch

Probably out later this week...

Special FX -020- Dah-dah-DAH!

I put both hands up to cover the spill over. It wasn’t a reflex I had developed over time, I had to invent it right then and there. I clamped my teeth shut on my squeal, too.

No one laughed. Mr. Delgado shed his coat and stepped close to wrap it around me while Mr. Harrelson, the AD, put himself in the way of any stares, his back to me. He shook his head. I couldn’t see his face but I imagined him smiling, still, he didn’t laugh.

“Somebody find Amanda,” I heard him tell ...

BRCMD -6- The Left-Handed Cantaloupe

The Left-Handed Cantaloupe

by Joyce Melton

Momma took an immediate job in one of the agricultural sheds since Aunt Opal would stay at home to take care of me and John. Daddy soon joined Momma, sorting fruit and vegetables for shipment. I seem to remember this as being cantaloupes, but that doesn't seem right since we arrived in fall after most of the melons would have already been harvested.

Many years later, I sorted cantaloupes myself duri...

Dragon's Mark -9- by Shauna Rousseau

DRAGON'S MARK

Shauna J. Rousseau

Edited by Angela Rasch

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CHAPTER NINE

I walk into the War Room and try not to react to the stunned looks. Of course, no one is expecting me to be walking. The fact that I also look like I'm ready to audition for the next centerfold Playboy Bunny, doesn't help. I focus on not tripping in the heels that Sis made me wear and not falling flat on my face....

Romance and Other Faraway Places - Cover Candidate

Maryanne Peters newest book of neat little tales and happy endings -- mostly. Coming soon.

BRCMD -5- Painting the Chinaberry Trees

Painting the Chinaberry Trees

Near the end of the three weeks, Aunt Grace got a phone call from Aunt Opal, the oldest of the sisters. Aunt Opal lived in Brawley, California a town almost as much like Casa Grande as Cleveland is like Chicago, which is to say, quite a lot and not at all.

Both desert cities had mixed populations of blacks, white Anglos and at least two flavors of Mexicans with a few Indians in Casa Grande and a few Asians in Brawley. Both had cattle ...

Cold Rain Gotta Fall

WARNING: Triggers. Contains violence.

I don’t remember exactly when it started but the beginning of the end happened behind a restaurant in Esau, West Virginia sometime in the fall of 1964. A cold rain fell from a dark sky and I could hear Marty Robbins singing about “the West Texas town of El Paso.” I knew that song and I knew the bar where it was being played on the big jukebox by the door.

I was fifteen or sixteen, depending on whether my birthday had ...

The Chancellor's Daughter - a story I probably won't write

Allen discovers his assassinated father was the accountant for a mysterious criminal syndicate just before he is horribly wounded himself and left for dead. Can his resurrection as Melody Marston be used to defeat the leader of the organization, the Pantocrator, by his rebellious cohorts, El Juez, the Shayk, and the Mandarin?

It's an underworld power struggle and Melody is just a pawn in all of it. But a pawn can become a queen....

BRCMD -4- Doodlebug Wages

Doodlebug Wages

Casa Grande is a small city south of Phoenix, Arizona. Back in 1951 it was a place of cotton farms and cattle ranches.

Aunt Grace was Momma’s second oldest sister, a plump cheerful woman with black hair and a house full of kids all older than me. Uncle Herman was a big Oklahoman with a booming voice and a call to the ministry. I'm not sure if he had a church in Casa Grande that time but when he wasn't preaching he worked on farms or in the constr...