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“SHERALEE, COME BACK TO ME.”

By Raji Singh In honor of National Pet Appreciation Week, a loving pet tribute from our archives: ARCHIVING THE ONCE-RENOWNED FICTION HOUSE PUBLISHING COMPANY: Rustling through my great-great grandfather, publisher James Thaddeus ‘Blackjack’ Fiction’s artifacts, I come across a miniature … Continue reading

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MOTHER’S DAY MAGIC

by Raji Singh In honor of our mothers, from the archives of The Fiction House… I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction. Typhoon tears me from my mother and father on board a sinking ferry near … Continue reading

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THE GLUMS, PART II

By Raji Singh Feeling blue, part 2? This will lift your spirits! Here’s an 1820’s tale about my great-great-grandfather, the Carper. (An excerpt from Tales of the Fiction House) *    *    * Mariner spins and spins for Carper. … Continue reading

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MOTHER’S DAY MAGIC

by Raji Singh I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction. Typhoon tears me from my mother and father on board a sinking ferry near the Lindian coast. A thousand minus one perish. I alone survive. I … Continue reading

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A FOUNDLING’S LIFE: FROM TRAGEDY TO LARK TO TRIUMPH

By Raji Singh From the Fiction House Archives… I am James Thaddeus ‘Blackjack’ Fiction – a true Fiction.  Typhoon  tears me from my parents.  I alone survive.  I become an orphaned foundling, taken in by new loving parents, Dr. Ben … Continue reading

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No. 164: THE GLUMS – PART II

By Raji Singh Here’s an 1820’s tale about my great-great-grandfather, the Carper. (An excerpt from Tales of the Fiction House) *    *    * Mariner spins and spins for Carper. Next tale, “Pharaoh’s daughter, the beautiful Princess, she discovers … Continue reading

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MOTHER’S DAY MAGIC

by Raji Singh I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction. Typhoon tears me from my mother and father on board a sinking ferry near the Lindian coast. A thousand minus one perish. I alone survive. I … Continue reading

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A FOUNDLING’S LIFE: FROM TRAGEDY TO LARK TO TRIUMPH

By Raji Singh I am James Thaddeus ‘Blackjack’ Fiction – a true Fiction.  Typhoon  tears me from my parents.  I alone survive.  I become an orphaned foundling, taken in by new loving parents, Dr. Ben and Indira Singh.  Now, I … Continue reading

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No. 86: MOTHER’S DAY MAGIC

by Raji Singh I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction. Typhoon tears me from my mother and father on board a sinking ferry near the Lindian coast. A thousand minus one perish. I alone survive. I … Continue reading

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No. 44: TALES OF THE MOSCOW NIGHTS

By Raji Singh (my great grandmother Shelva’s little girl wonderings and wanderings) Many are the nights in the 1870’s summer that mine brutter Ivan must be away – at the mandatory for boys Youth for Czar Conclaves.  He is such … Continue reading

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