What Wakes the Rooster (Part 15)

On the fourth night after Winston’s death, a crash shattered the midnight silence. It came from the shed. The next morning, the chickens waited in the henhouse with anxious imaginations while Ivan and a few roosters went over to the shed to investigate. Upon returning, Ivan declared the noise to have been nothing but an... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 13)

Ivan stepped aside, fixing his eyes on Sonny as he walked up to Winston’s bed. The old rooster lay on his right side, with his neck stretched out and his left wing bent back at an unnatural angle. Feathers were strewn all about and dark blood stained the straw. Around Winton’s throat, feathers had been... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 8)

Sonny woke to an unusual sound. It was Winston’s crow, but there was something wrong. Rather than the long, triumphant call Sonny had heard thundering through the air every morning of his life, this sound was no more than an impotent croak. The young rooster rose from his bed and observed that many of the... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 151)

Gary chuckled and poked Victor with his finger, giving a jovial, “Boop.” Victor fell back and sprawled on the floor. Gary stood over him and grinned. “Time to go, Victor.” He nudged Victor with his foot and sent him flying across the floor like a hockey puck. When Victor crashed into the wall on the... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 150)

“No,” said Victor. “I’ve been in here… I never saw this door.” “No one did,” said Gary. “Everyone was so busy watching for vampire Arthur that they never checked here. Anyway, there are seven more rooms through here that are still cursed. They will be destroyed with the rest of the house.” “More rooms?” Victor... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 149)

The light receded to reveal Victor’s surroundings: a large room almost identical to the one in which he had defeated The Dragon Lady, empty but for the piano and its stool. Gary—his own aura restrained to a soft, pulsing glow—stepped over to the door and opened it. “The curse is broken, Victor. You must leave.”... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 148)

In the fading light a girl made her way up the hill toward the mansion, her soft shoes tapping delicately on the footpath. She stopped a few feet back from the mansion’s short stone fence, adjusted her glasses and squinted up at the notorious manor. She sighed. Soon, two boys approached, laughing and shoving one... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 147)

The Dragon Lady growled. Her throat glowed red, smoke trickled up from her nostrils, and the horns on her head grew another six inches to create a demonic mohawk. “It doesn’t matter,” she snarled through clenched teeth. “He didn’t play the music, so he must die.” Gary looked upward and scratched his left sideburn as... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 146)

Fury burned in The Dragon Lady’s darting eyes. “You can’t do that. He is mine.” “Let him go,” said Gary. Hatred flooded The Dragon Lady’s face; her head shook a little; she said nothing and kept her hold on Victor. Gary looked and Victor with a proud smile. “Watch this,” he said. He aimed the... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑