Our Founder, James Thaddeus “Blackjack” Fiction
‘Tell our stories, Raji. If you don’t, it will be as if we never lived.’
These whispering cries of joy and sorrow rise from the bookshelves and portraits in the Fiction House.
I cannot refuse.
(Artwork enhancements by: Joseph Rintoul)

The poem that begins Fiction House Publishing’s latest novel, The Seasons of My Giving Back, by Mark Rogers.  Enjoy!

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JAMES THADDEUS FICTION, the FIFTH

The rapacious serpent of the sea,

Typhoon

Fangs bared, it shreds the crowded ferry on which I ride.

Torn from my parents, I cry.

“Jamie, come back,” they shout.

I alone survive.

Fate

As do all orphan foundlings, animal or human,

I retreat to imagination to bear my pain.

Destiny

New loving parents, Dr. Ben and Indira Singh adopt me.

Now I am Raji, an adult,

Ever learning

What is important to living.

©2015 Raji Singh

(Join me every Sunday night at the Fiction House, your place for short story, lark, whimsy, and merriment.  Read more about Shelva and meet the many residents as I archive their lives and centuries of adventures.  You can read their origins in my novel TALES OF THE FICTION HOUSE, but that’s a different story.  It’s available at Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.)