By Raji Singh Just one of the 1,001 Tales residing for all eternity in the Fiction House. (James is a four-year-old foundling. His ill fate causes him to loose his memory. Turt is a long-lived sort of giant turtle, ferrying … Continue reading →
What is summer without a summer romance? Though they may not last forever, the memories do! Enjoy a memory of a young boy’s summer bliss in this loving piece from the Fiction House Publishing’s, The Seasons of My Giving Back … Continue reading →
By Raji Singh After our interlude with Tiger and Tigerman, we are famished! Time to return to Raji’s remembrance of his summer adventure! * * * Had your dinner yet? If not, please enjoy a rollicking piece from the … Continue reading →
By Raji Singh From the Archives of the Fiction House. Happy May Day! “Today Thibidioux chil’ to be born. Butterflies come and tell me so. ‘Come Mama Lucy – time to go.’” 110 year-old healer and midwife Mama Lucy chants … Continue reading →
By Raji Singh Had your Sunday dinner yet? If not, please enjoy a rollicking piece from the Fiction House Publishing’s work, The Seasons of My Giving Back. In the preceding chapters, I discover that my ‘giving-back to the world’ summer … Continue reading →
By Raji Singh Please enjoy a piece from the Fiction House Publishing’s most recent work, The Seasons of My Giving Back. In the preceding chapters, I discover that my ‘giving-back to the world’ summer job as youngster would be volunteering … Continue reading →
By Raji Singh To acknowledge the end of National Poetry Month and welcome May Day and Mothers, here is a poignant story of a mother’s lament * * * “Tis 1800, there ‘bouts, early morn. Today Thibidioux chil’ to be … Continue reading →
By Raji Singh Please enjoy a piece from the Fiction House Publishing’s most recent work, The Seasons of My Giving Back. In the preceding chapters, I discover that my ‘giving-back to the world’ summer job as youngster would be volunteering … Continue reading →
by Raji Singh In this season of feasting and celebration, a lot of readers have been asking for the Stump Juice posting. From the Fiction House archives, here it is! * * * My orphaned foundling great-great grandfather, James … Continue reading →
By Raji Singh In the late 1800’s, my immigrant Russian great grandmother, Shelva Fiction was barely able to speak English. She learned it by beginning a journal about her husband, ‘Doc’ Fiction. His was a life dedicated to folk and … Continue reading →
Captain Polly, the Mark Twain of the creature world, launches into fables.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
"Is There Anything To Be But A Writer?"
Because the Future Is Just A Breath Away
welcome to my worlds...
A confession of envy, admiration, and vicarious adventure
A League of Writers and Dreamers
Raji Singh