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Lights

Lights By Garon Whited   “He’s been here.” “How can you tell?” “I can feel it.” “Feel it.  Hmph.  At least I smell things.  You just feel them.” A cold wind blew past the travelers, rippling their garments.  Dust swirled around high, black boots—black under the...

This Army

This Army By Garon Whited   I ignored the loudmouth.  I’ve suffered worse than some schmo yelling at a movie theater screen.  I felt sure he would quiet down once the picture actually started. Down front, however, someone else wasn’t quite so tolerant.  The...

Love of Halloween

Love of Halloween By Garon Whited   Halloween is my favorite time of the year.  The nights are cooler and longer, for one thing.  Bugs have mostly packed it in for the winter.  Leaves are changing color if they haven’t gone all autumnal already.  Best of all, I...

Christmas is a Long Night

Christmas Is A Long Night By Garon Whited   Eric spent Halloween eyeballing some would-be wizards at a Halloween party on one of the mundane Earth-worlds. Whatever happened to that? Well… I, on the other hand, simply stood by, watching and waiting as they worked...

Halloween, 1956

Halloween, 1956 By Garon Whited   I remember when I was in the late October of 1956.  One of them, anyway.  I was staying in a quiet little neighborhood reminiscent of my old place, when I lived in the Ardent farmhouse.  I was looking to sit quietly and think,...

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