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No 43: MY FIRST THRILL OF THE WAGER

by Raji Singh (My great grandmother Shelva recounts her first taste of gambling as a girl in Moscow.) A long corridor stretches past my bedroom.  One night I awake to a series of ‘thumps’ there.  I get out of bed … Continue reading

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No. 42: THE QUESTION TARNISHING MY GOLDEN MOSCOW SUMMER

Happy Mother’s Day,Shelva, and all mothers! by Raji Singh (In slices of life Great grandmother Shelva serves vignettes about her building friendship with her future father-in-law ‘Blackjack’ Fiction, when she was a pre-teen.)                       “Are you planning to kill the … Continue reading

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No. 41: CONCERTO PETITE FOR MISS SHELVA

by Raji Singh     Horrified by deathly choices she believes Blackjack Fiction is making, Shelva writes of her pre-teen epiphany that gives her courage to confront him. *     *     *      It is only an impromptu three-minute piece that Pyotr … Continue reading

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No. 37: WE MEET AGAIN, MINE COSSACK ENEMY.

by Raji Singh  (My dear, sweet immigrant Great grandmother, Shelva; as a new bride in the 1890’s writes…) Greenhorn am I, to so many of the ways of mine wonderful new country, Amerika.  Even greener when it comes to knowing … Continue reading

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No. 35: MEMORIES MIDST BOMBARDMENT

by Raji Singh  (My great grandmother Shelva’s accounts of strange happenings – triggered by her hired hand’s building of his ‘Man Cave’ circa 1890’s)     Ever since I leave Moscow, I dream of this Eden land now I live.  Mine … Continue reading

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No. 34: EFRAIM BUILDS HIS MAN CAVE, PART 2

by Raji Singh (Witnessed and written by my great grandmother in the 1890’s)      I look out the window of the Fiction House.  I cannot believe what mine eyes beholt.  Never, ever in Moscow could I have imagined I’d be … Continue reading

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No. 32: HOW EFRAIM EPHRAIM CAME TO RESIDE AT THE FICTION HOUSE

by Raji Singh      Another story from my Russian immigrant great grandmother, Shelva Fiction.           We return home from our traveling sales.  The hooves of the horses pulling our patent medicine wagon, they rumble below us.  “Clip cloppity.”  Their gentle … Continue reading

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No. 31: IT TAKES A NUCLEAR VILLAGE

by Raji Singh      Enjoy an excerpt from the galleys for an upcoming book Fiction House is publishing in 2013.  This scene fits well with the whimsical nature of this site. The film studio announcer clears his throat, “hhrum, hhrum.”  … Continue reading

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No. 28: THE MYSTERIOUS CASE OF THE FIXER ELIXIR (continued from last week)

by Raji Singh      Will the unjustly incarcerated Doc and Shelva Fiction be saved from the noose?  Will the Sheriff’s wife Millie get the Doc’s potions to their accuser before vigilantes arrive?      From the jail cell, Doc Fiction instructs … Continue reading

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No. 27: THE MYSTERIOUS CASE OF THE FIXER ELIXIR

by Raji Singh      A noose awaits my jailed great grandparents Doc and Shelva Fiction if tall taler Efraim’s capricious kidney kills him – bad patent elixir they’ve been accused of pedaling, dontcha’ know.       But there are strange forces … Continue reading

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