Tag Archives: Underground Railroad

A JUNETEENTH CELEBRATION, PART I

Posted on June 20, 2022 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh Happy Juneteenth! We celebrate the day we finally proclaimed the freedom inherent to all souls. Our thanks to Ms. Opal Lee, the “Grandmother of Juneteenth” who championed this national holiday. ***** In commemoration, we recall our hero, … Continue reading →

Posted in archeo-apologist, Fiction House Publishing, humor, satire, Short stories, whimsy, writing | Tagged Abolition, alternate history, American History, archeo-apologist, Fiction House Publishing, humor, imagination, James Thaddeus 'Blackjack' Fiction, new short stories, Raji Singh, slavery, Underground Railroad | Leave a comment

BEST ACTOR AWARD

Posted on March 4, 2018 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh Yes. It is that time again to identify those who will go down in film history. Yet, many individuals have taken on such thespian roles they changed the history that could have been. Let us celebrate those … Continue reading →

SHERALEE, YOU’VE COME BACK TO ME

Posted on June 7, 2017 by Raji Singh

By Raji Singh In loving honor of the creatures in our lives and National Pet Appreciation Week, Fiction House presents this story from our archives “Messages, Sheralee and the other heroic carrier pigeons delivered in their Abolitionist flights, led to … Continue reading →

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OSCAR AWARDS, BEST ACTOR, PART TWO: NORTH TO CINCINATTI AND FREEDOM

Posted on March 26, 2017 by Raji Singh

By Raji Singh CONTINUED: 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, helpin’-out … Continue reading →

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NORTH TO CINCINNATI AND FREEDOM

Posted on March 7, 2016 by Raji Singh

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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BEST ACTOR AWARD

Posted on February 22, 2016 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh Esteemed resident of the historic Fiction House, Kunta Kinder, is world renowned for his artwork – painting, carving, sculpture. His dangerous pre-Civil War work as an African-American Abolitionist ‘Conductor’ in the slave states demonstrates his acting … Continue reading →

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THE BECKONING CALL OF THE PORTRAITS

Posted on May 11, 2015 by Raji Singh

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 →