fiction

  • A Taste of Home by Rev. Dare Cloud, Chapter Two

    Welcome back to Twin Oaks, my friends! This was my first fiction novel published back in 2010. In the last chapter, we lost poor Ryan Weldon and a couple of ambulance jockeys to a strange beast. Now, ten hours before that event, we meet our main character, Toby Liberman and his best friend Johnny Haynes…

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  • The French Mistake.

    The French Mistake.

    I’m disgusted. Sick to my stomach. Seriously hurting. As an Army veteran, a disabled one at that, I truly thought our military would be the final barrier between our president and chaos. I was wrong. Certainly the Republican party wouldn’t stop him because they’re all profiting. Certainly the Democratic party, the one in which I

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  • A Taste of Home: Chapter One

    But first, let me explain…

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  • Home.

    Home.

    Toby Liberman is nearing the end of his rope. After a fateful confrontation with his wife’s lover, he is chased into the woods only to be discovered by an unidentifiable creature. He is attacked and rendered unconscious. Upon waking at the scene of a gruesome triple homicide, Toby is arrested as the sole suspect and

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  • A Highland Park Christmas

    A Highland Park Christmas

    This is a little short story I pecked out a couple of years ago. I was taking a shortcut through the wealthy part of Dallas to skip some traffic. I got to thinking about how many small town girls I knew who claimed to have paranormal abilities. Then I imagined what the spirits tell them

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  • Blood & Fascism

    Blood & Fascism

    Finally! A REAL Christmas Story!

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  • Christmas Gifts For Grandma

    The scariest bathroom ornament at the nursing home.

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  • Happy Trails…

    Happy Trails…

    Happy trails…

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  • Christmas Fangs? Fangs-Giving?

    This little angel. We got her as a gift for our son on Christmas 2020. Knee-deep in the pandemic. We didn’t even know if we were going to have a Christmas that year. Honestly, I was frightened for the future at that point. I still am, but for completely different reasons. Her name was Lyla,

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  • Capturing Life: Spending Moments in Memories

    The color Purple doesn’t make me think of Whoopi, and I watch The View. Daily.

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  • Stu, Stu, Studio.

    Stu, Stu, Studio.

    Their condo’s a museum, and no one comes to see ‘um, they really got the ’tism, the Cloud-Miller family. Da da da dum, snap, snap…

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  • One Foot In Front Of The Other

    Reviews. Write them.

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