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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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No. 93: HOW I GOT MY NEXT THOUSAND OR SO TATTOOS – TURT’S STORY (repost)

by Raji Singh (editor-archivist, Fiction House Publishing) If my pet friend Turt, a giant land-sea creature, could write, this tale he would scribe…    I experienced unparalleled bliss as the kind ‘two-leg’ gently carved the very first tattoo into my shell.  … 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. 82: HALF-HUMANS/HALF-BEASTS, A POEM

By Raji Singh April is National Poetry Month.  We at Fiction House Publishing celebrate all types of poetry. From Deep in the Bayou, comes this warning from Turt, our fin-clawed hero in Tales of the Fiction House: Turt’s thoughts are … Continue reading

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No. 78: 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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No. 77: NORTH TO CINCINNATI AND FREEDOM

By Raji Singh Last week: The realistic ante-bellum Underground Railroad journey of Kunta Kinder to free slaves. This week:  His surrealistic river rafting to freedom. *** One may wonder: When Turt’s not rollin’ down a Kentucky hill, strollin’ a parade, … Continue reading

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No. 74: VALENTINE, COME WITH ME TO THE KISSING TREE

by Raji Singh Who would ever think? A broken furnace boiler leading to my first real kiss. Oh, there’d been plenty on the cheek – by mother, all the aunties, by my imaginary muses, Rrrose Heather, Mama Lucy, and yech … Continue reading

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