Tag Archives: Tales of the Fiction House

No.95: CAPTAIN POLLY’S LORE OF THE LINDIAN WOODS

(as overheard by Raji Singh) You cannot stop Captain Polly’s storytelling chatter. We here at the Fiction House don’t mind. The children like her tales. So do us adults. Better than t.v. – cheaper than movies. Captain Polly’s the Mark … Continue reading

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No. 94: FATHER’S DAY SCENTS AND SENSIBILITIES

by Raji Singh PART I – FATHERS’ SENSIBILITIES I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction. Typhoon tears me from my parents and my realities strip away. I enter another world, one of imagining, surviving. Eventually new, … Continue reading

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POST NO. 94: DRONE TATTOOS – AT LAST, THE INSCRIPTIONS TAKE FLIGHT

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

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No. 92: PET DATING SERVICE GOES VIRAL (A HEADLINE WE’D LIKE TO SEE)

by Raji Singh In celebration of National Pet Month, we’d like to refer you to what your pet REALLY needs! (Repost) *     *     * Want to find the best mate for your Rex or Ol Tom?  Here at Fiction House … Continue reading

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No. 91: THE TALE OF THE CREATURE WHO SAVED ME

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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No. 90: PET TO HUMAN DEDICATION – WHY WE HAVE NATIONAL PET MONTH

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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NO. 89: 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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No. 88: A DESSERT RECIPE- FOR DELIGHTFUL BOUDOIR RESULTS

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

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No. 87: THE BECKONING CALL OF THE PORTRAITS

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. 85: MAY DAY ON THE BAYOU IN POEM AND STORY

By Raji Singh “Tis 1800, there ‘bouts, early morn. 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 these words as she … Continue reading

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