Tag Archives: Foundlings

VALENTINE, COME WITH ME TO THE KISSING TREE (A SUMMER ROMANCE)

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

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THE GLUMS, PART II

By Raji Singh Today is National Ice Cream Day!  So, have a bowl and forget your glums! Here’s an 1820’s tale about my great-great-grandfather, the Carper. (An excerpt from Tales of the Fiction House) *    *    * Mariner … Continue reading

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THE GLUMS

By Raji Singh In case you need something to cheer you up after the 4th of July fireworks have faded, here’s an 1820’s tale about my great-great-grandfather, The Carper.  (An excerpt from Tales of the Fiction House) *   *   *   … Continue reading

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PETS ON MEMORIAL DAY

By Raji Singh In honor of National Pet Month, our Memorial Day Tribute to our other family members… I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction. Typhoon tears me from my mother and father on board a … Continue reading

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ST. PATRICK’S DAY TALE– RRROSE HEATHER, A DAUGHTER OF OL’ IRE-LAND

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

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LIKE THE NEW YEAR, LIFE IS FULL OF BEGINNINGS

By Raji Singh Out of the Fiction House Archives: THE CARPER’S TALE   (From Tales of the Fiction House) 1826  Daylight for just 15 minutes and already summer’s heat has dried dew from the Cincinnati pier.  A stoop-shouldered ancient mariner in … Continue reading

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PETS ON MEMORIAL DAY

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. I alone survive. I become an orphan foundling, taken … Continue reading

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ST. PATRICK’S DAY TALE– RRROSE HEATHER, A DAUGHTER OF OL’ IRE-LAND

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

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Like the New Year, Life is Full of Beginnings

By Raji Singh Out of the Fiction House Archives: THE CARPER’S TALE   (From Tales of the Fiction House) 1826  Daylight for just 15 minutes and already summer’s heat has dried dew from the Cincinnati pier.  A stoop-shouldered ancient mariner in … Continue reading

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Pets on Memorial Day

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. I alone survive. I become an orphan foundling, taken … Continue reading

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