The Totem-Maker: Jealousy (part two)

Posted by ractrose on 28 Mar 2018 in Fiction, Novels

The Totem-Maker Jealousy (part two)             My predictions earned me status in the Decima household as a prodigy. Or, if nothing more, a jester. Divorced now from any shadow of belief…which for myself I had never had (had wanted only, for the sake of those to whom I belonged, earnestly […]

Yoharie: Stalking (part one)

Posted by ractrose on 27 Mar 2018 in Fiction, Novels

Yoharie Stalking (part one)               “Val said he didn’t want it. And I’m finished with it.” “Well…that’s fine.”   Walking down to the cul-de-sac, she’d seen him in his driveway. “What is wrong with Jeremiah Hibbler?” had been the thought crossing Giarma’s mind. Her eyes watched Trevor’s garage door […]

Advice for Misfits: The Snobberies

Posted by ractrose on 17 Mar 2018 in Nonfiction

My Curious Reading Advice for Misfits The Snobberies                  Change comes about when complying with a new idea is more rewarding than defying it. The reward may be pure gain (spring-cleaning your closets to earn a few bucks at a yard sale). Or, procrastination may reduce reward to […]

The Totem-Maker: Jealousy (part one)

Posted by ractrose on 10 Mar 2018 in Fiction, Novels

The Totem-Maker Chapter Two Jealousy (part one)           My place was on a sleeping porch where all the slaves of the house had their pallets. I had traveled for a day, then half another, forced to do this blindfold; allowed to see my bread and leg of fowl by the campfire, […]

Yoharie: Dawn

Posted by ractrose on 7 Mar 2018 in Fiction, Novels

Yoharie Dawn                 Dawn tapped, passed the open door at Giarma’s sigh, leading with a hanger and floral skirt. She said: “Here!” And her stepdaughter (frustrated again, interpreting a call for attention as a request for action) edged round in her chair. “Oh, I couldn’t wear that!” They […]

Yoharie: Jeremiah (part two)

Yoharie: Jeremiah (part two)

Posted by ractrose on 3 Mar 2018 in Fiction, Novels

Yoharie Jeremiah (part two)               Giarma Yoharie, bending into the trunk of her car, tensing up. Cathlyn Burris jogging, flipping a hand at him; Roberta Witticombe standing with her camera, deaf to him. Getting a shot, for some reason, of her window boxes. Well, he knew the reason. She […]