Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Lucy Solving a mystery

September 29, 2022September 28, 2022 ~ John W. Howell ~ 117 Comments

“Lucy. What the heck is cheeseburger doing in the yard?”

“I don’t know. Did you leave her out there last night?”

“No way. She’s not an outside toy. So I don’t know how she got there.”

“There has to be an answer. Cheeseburgers just don’t get up and walk outside.”

“Where you going?”

“I’m going to have a look. There might be a clue at the scene of the crime.”

“You been in Dad’s TBR again? What do you see at the so-called ‘scene of the crime?'”

“You gotta be careful. Don’t want to disturb any evidence.”

“Alright, Inspector Clouseau. What did you find out?”

“Looks like dad is on the patio. Hey dad. Know anything about this cheeseburger?”

“Yeah, I accidentally dropped it. I’ll pick it up on the way in.”

“Man, that was an anti-climax if I ever heard one.”

“Yeah, you would think maybe it would have been an alien carry-out or something. Hey, Mom.”

“Why are you calling Mom? Another mystery?

“Thinking about lunch and want to get my order in early.”

“You have been reading fiction, haven’t you?”

“A little, I guess.”

Guest Post – Jaye Marie – Ghost of a Chance #newbook

September 28, 2022September 21, 2022 ~ John W. Howell ~ 80 Comments

Today I am pleased to have Jaye Marie with me on Fiction Favorites. She has a new book titled Ghost of a Chance now available on amazon. So, Jaye, the post is yours.

Thank you, John. Let’s get right into an excerpt that will give your readers an idea of what they can expect.

Excerpt: The Showdown

A faint whisper of flowers greeted me when I opened the front door, but I thought nothing of it at the time. Jane’s perfume still lingered, even after her departure.

My mind was busy, wanting to check out some estate agents. I decided to make coffee before switching on my iPad. I filled the kettle and noticed somebody had moved the rubbish bin. I lifted the lid and found it empty but didn’t recall doing it. I probably had, but my brain was nothing like reliable these days.

Back in the living room, I was about to sit down when I thought I heard a noise upstairs. It sounded like someone closing the wardrobe door.

My detective alarm system had been dormant for so long, and for a moment, I didn’t know what to do. Was there someone upstairs, or did I imagine it? Perhaps it was coming from next door?

Then a floorboard creaked. It was the one by the bedroom door, and I knew I had a visitor.

I made my way to the bottom of the stairs and listened. The silence was deafening, made more so by my straining to hear something. I heard nothing to suggest there was anyone up there. I made my way up the stairs, pausing on the landing. Which room should I check first?

Seconds before I made that decision, the spare room door opened. My breathing slowed as I waited to see what would happen next. It did occur to me that I should have just stormed in, the element of surprise. But it turned out to be me who was surprised.

The look on my wife’s face was a picture when she walked through the door and found me standing with my mouth hanging open.

‘What are you doing here, David?’

Not a terrific way to start, I thought, annoyance raising its head at the sheer affrontery. ‘I do still live here, you know. More to the point, what are you doing here?’

We stood on the landing, several feet apart. Neither of us was happy to see the remains of our once beautiful relationship.

‘None of your business…’ she said, passing me on the way to the stairs.

I watched as she tried her best to stomp down the stairs with attitude, but the large suitcase she dragged behind her spoiled the effect.

I wanted to say so much, so what do you think came out of my mouth?

Mr. Nasty, that’s who.

‘Before you go, Jane, leave your keys on the hall table; I am selling this place.’

She looked up at me, an unreadable expression on her face. ‘You enjoyed that, didn’t you?’

I had already regretted it, so I decided to be honest. It wouldn’t hurt, especially now. ‘No, actually, I didn’t.’

‘Then why say it? Or were you trying to hurt me?’

So, it had hurt. I had given up trying to reason with Ms. Hard as Nails, convinced she couldn’t care less about anything, especially me.

‘In a way, I suppose I was trying to hurt you. A vain attempt to make you feel as bad as I do.’

Neither of us spoke. We stared at each other with a mixture of frustration and desperation (mine)

‘Get down here, David, and put the kettle on. We need to talk…’

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Blurb

A damaged detective, out of a job

A relationship on the rocks

What does the future hold for David Snow?

Just when he thought life couldn’t get any worse

A ghost with a grudge adds to his pain

A ghost hell-bent on stopping him from rebuilding his life…

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Biography

I came to writing rather late but have always loved reading books. For someone who loathes computers with a passion, and I suspect this is mutual, I have managed to master the beast well enough to publish our own books.

I enjoy reading many different genres, so was very surprised to discover a passion for detective thrillers. I have written four of them to date, with more to follow.

I also enjoy running a joint website/blog with my writer sister, Anita Dawes, and meeting all the lovely people who drop in to say hello!

My other love is bonsai, and my small trees demand a lot of attention in the growing season, or they will die. Sometimes, it is just like having children!

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Jaye Marie’s LINKS:

Email: jayemarie01@btinternet.com

Website: https://jenanita01.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jaydawes2

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/doubletrouble44/

Goodreads: https://goodreads.com/author/show/8638857.Jaye_Marie

Amazon Author page:https://www.amazon.co.uk/Jaye-Marie/e/B00O2ZUFOK

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/anitajaydawes

Ghost of a Chance Pre-Order Links:

UK: amzn.to/3QGfg2f

US: amzn.to/3xpFWh3

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Thanks, Jaye, and best wishes on your tour

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #379 by Keith Channing

September 27, 2022September 26, 2022 ~ John W. Howell ~ 47 Comments

In Keith’s words. “Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put your offering (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before Sunday evening UK time. If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next time.”

Yu can visit Keith at his blog. https://keithchanning.wordpress.com/2022/09/26/kreative-kue-379/

The photo.

“Wow, look at this. Here we are in New York city.”

“Yes indeed. A perfect place for a test.”

“Test? What kind of test?”

“We are here for that quiz show, Right?”

“Yes but what test?”

“That show is all about being able to remember stuff.”

“Okay.”

“So I think it would be good to see how much of this street you can remember after we drive down it.”

“But the show is about history and songs and other things.”

“I think this will help stimulate your memory cells.”

“I don’t see it but I’ll humor you.”

“Okay I’ve taken a photo of the street. Tell me what you remember from the beginning to where we are right now.”

“There’s Brandy. There’s solar, wind, natural gas and oh yes, oil by British Petrolium. McDonalds at 46th and 7th. Discover card, TDK, Budweiser, NBC.”

“Okay that’s enough. You pass.”

“Aw come on. I was just getting warmed up.”

“Maybe you should save it for the show. Here I’ll send you the photo.”

“Oops.”

“Oops what?”

“I left my phone somewhere?”

“What do you mean ‘somewhere?'”

“It’s either at the hotel, the coffee shop, that little shop we went into, or still at home.”

“Do you remember the last time you had it.”

“I took some photos at grandma’s.”

“That was last Thanksgiving.”

“Maybe it’s at grandma’s”

“I guess as a memory sevant there are things that slip through the cracks.”

“Who are you by the way?”

“Oh my.”

“Just messin’ with ya. My phone’s right here.”

Top Ten Things Not to Expect From Others

September 26, 2022September 25, 2022 ~ John W. Howell ~ 85 Comments

This post originally ran in November 2015. Since I don’t believe humans have changed much since then, I think it is worth a revisit.

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This list is inspired by a study of the results of expecting others to react in a certain way and being totally fooled. As a reminder, this list is intended for humor only and is not the output of a detailed study on the subject. Universities and corporations should be cautious about asking me to take up residence based on a misconceived opinion that I have some unique qualifications in predicting human behavior. (Hell,o Harvard. I’m talking to you.)

Top Ten Things Not to Expect From Others

10 If you are pulled over by a police officer, do not expect to be excused for the reason you were pulled over. If you do, at best, your friendly attitude might be interpreted as something to hide. At worst, your question of “How do we make this go away?” might be construed as a bribe offer. (You sure look funny on the hood of that patrol car, especially with your arms handcuffed behind your back)

9 If you answer the grocery clerks, question; “Did you find everything today?” with an honest answer about missing items, don’t expect a positive response. If you do, at best, you won’t like what you hear. At worst, the fact that the clerk shrugs and says “whatever” causes you to completely lose your cool and are forcibly removed from the store. (Yes, you were right in wondering why they ask if nothing is to be done, but sitting in this mud puddle is the last thing you expected to happen.)

8 If you call an appliance repair person, do not expect the machine to be repaired on the initial visit. If you do, at best, you will need to rearrange your schedule for another visit. At worst, you will make a fool out of yourself by asking the repair person questions for which they have no answer. (You need to know the first visit is diagnostic. The second is repair, and the third is the repair of the repair)

7 If you go to an electronics store, do not think there is someone there who can help. If you do, at best, you will need to go home and Google your problem more carefully. At worst, you will buy the splitter or whatnot that is supposed to fix the problem only to find you now need a new transformer. (You see, most of the employees have a life and can’t be bothered reading about the technology.)

6 If you place a call to customer care, do not believe anyone you talk to is going to disprove the fact that “customer care” is an oxymoron. If you do, at best, you are in for a bumpy ride indeed. At worst, you will finally escalate the call to someone of higher rank who will tell you to quit bothering them. (Your feelings got hurt, didn’t they? Bunkie)

5 If you spend extra money on a warranty, do not expect your problem to be covered. If you do, at best, the realization that you wasted your money will set in quickly. At worst, you and the warranty company will get into a battle of wills that could end up in court. (Guess who has more money for lawyers?)

4 If you ask your server which entrée they recommend, do not think the recommendation is about the best dish. If you do, at best, you will over-expect what will be under-delivered. At worst, you will realize you have been had by the server in cahoots with the owner to move a dish that even the help wouldn’t eat for dinner, which was free to them. (Don’t send it back. Right, now it is 99% spit-free. It may not come back that way.)

3 If you have a friend in the car business, do not expect a good deal on the car you are about to buy. If you do, at best, you will probably pay 20% more than the friend’s enemies pay. At worst, your friend will take his commission and buy a car that is bigger and nicer than yours without even a thank you. (You will continue to wonder how he could afford such a car, and at some quiet moment, it will hit you.)

2 If you arrange for a contractor to do some work, do not expect the final bill to be at or under the bid price. If you do, at best, the surprise factor of the overrun will cause you a visit to the ER. At worst, you realize you won’t have the money for the additional costs, and your contractor resembles Marlon Brando in the Godfather when he explains how “we have a problem.” (You should have checked with the Better Business Bureau before taking the lowball bid. Now it looks like you are going on a long ride in a big black car.)

1 If you hire a party planner, do not expect the party to be like your original thought. If you do, at best, you won’t be able to relax and enjoy yourself. At worst, the theme you rejected twelve times will be the one for the evening. Although you are trying to keep an open mind, you still are having trouble warming to the zombie apocalypse décor. (Is that a server’s arm lying on the floor?)

Views of the Neighborhood – OG Agave’s Plant Paradise

September 25, 2022September 24, 2022 ~ John W. Howell ~ 85 Comments

Today we are going to a cactus and succulent purveyor in Lakeway. I think you will be amazed at the beauty and number of plants. Mary Caroline and Matthew Shreves began their business on Instagram and opened a storefront in March this year. The couple has over 1000 cacti, agave, and succulents online and at the store. Here is a Link to their website, which is worth the visit

Our drink and food offering is going to be a little different. In keeping with our visit to a unique plant place, we are being catered by Bar 508. Yes, there are plenty of drink selections with food. However, for those who need to be closer to five O’clock, all drinks can be made without alcohol. Also, there is plenty of Topo Chico water. Our entertainment closely fits the drinks, food, and plants. We have a Mariachi band playing for us.

Cocktails

Street Tacos – Chicken Jicama grilled chicken, habanero pickled carrots, fresh mint, lemon-infused sour cream

So let’s get on the bus and get going.

Here is the sign welcoming us into the compound.

Lovely plants on a rustic bench

A selection of outdoor cacti and agaves.

Beautiful cacti and agaves

A selection includes golden barrel cacti and an Agave Americana at the rear of the photo.

Inside the greenhouse are specimens for indoors and out.

Flowering and other succulents.

More varieties of cacti, agave, and succulents

Some cacti have unusual shapes and appearances.

Good examples of Crested Mexican Fence Post cacti on the right and center.

Yes, you can get the shirt.

Wide varieties for the home.

An example of a monkey-tailed cactus in bloom.

Couldn’t resist this monkey-tailed cactus shot.

Fascinating group.

A great variety.

One more shot of the terrific variety and selection.

That is the tour. So relax, have some food and drink and enjoy Mariachi Vargas de Tecalitlán – El Son De La Negra / Guadalajara.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – Home

September 24, 2022September 23, 2022 ~ John W. Howell ~ 69 Comments

Waiting for the coffee machine to finish its ridiculously pompous and overly complicated process brought to mind the safe and the Yosemite Sam look alike. Looking out the back windows confirmed that the safe was still there. Such a condition brought a sense of unwanted satisfaction that, at least it, was not all a fantasy.

The almost soundless chime of the machine let me know it was time to provide direction on my preference. I could have a latte, cappuccino, cafe au lait, or coffee. Since there are rules in many parts of the world on having a cappuccino in the morning, I selected the two-cup serving of Samatra Dark Roast. Sputters and spurts followed by an aromatic stream of the stuff that’s going to save my life. A finish with a creamy head, and it is ready to drink.

Two sips in, and predictably my phone signals the arrival of someone on the front porch. My new signage that says GO AWAY doesn’t appear to have registered on the latest interloper. A click of the speaker switch allows the question. “Who goes there?” (one of my fantasy phrases that lie in waiting for the perfect opportunity)

“The POA.”

Not an expected answer. My sigh and response begged for a minute to go through the unlocking process. The visitor also sighs but agrees. The process is more complex this week with the addition of a heat-seeking anti-tank rocket system. The iron gate is opened, bar raised, concertina wire pulled back, claymore mines deactivated, auto boiling oil system cut off, machine guns paused, anti-tank system on standby, Trebuchet disengaged, door bolts thrown, and locks undone. The front door opens, and before me stands the guy that looks like Yosemite Sam.

“Your daggone POA woke me up this morning in my home demanding to know when the safe was going to be moved.”

“What did you tell them?”

“To mind their dadgum business. A man’s home is his castle. So I ran him off with an invitation to dance to the tune of my 45s.”

Now there are real problems to consider. Not only is there a non-compliant housing unit half buried in the backyard but an insane resident who makes people dance with his pistols. Sam hands me an envelope and, like last week, disappears around the corner of the house. I open the envelope to find a warning by the POA to get rid of the safe or face a fine. Attached to the back of the envelope is another message from Linda Hill. It reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “home.” Use it as a noun, a verb, an adjective, or an adverb. Enjoy!

If you want to “enjoy,” visit Linda’s blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link.

https://lindaghill.com/2022/09/23/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-24-2022/

“Sam is still there?”

“Well, someone who looks like Sam.”

“Why don’t you tell him to go home.”

“He thinks the safe is his home.”

“Get rid of his home then.”

“Easier said than done. No one wants to move a safe. Home or not.”

“Did you try a home mover?”

“Now, that idea just struck home with me.”

“That’s a clumsy sentence.”

“All’s fair in love and prompts. I’m going to call one.”

“Home mover?”

“Yup.”

“Since when do you listen to me?”

“When you serve up ideas that hit home runs.”

“Speaking of ‘serve.'”

“I know my turn to buy. Call Uber.”

“On speed dial.”

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF – FriYay/Goodnews

September 23, 2022September 23, 2022 ~ John W. Howell ~ 101 Comments

Today’s good news story comes from the Good News Network. Here is in its entireity.

National Marine Sanctuaries

Australia’s Ocean Kelp Forest is Growing at Light Speed–Rivaling the Mighty Amazon for Absorbing CO2

By Andy Corbley

Sep 19, 2022

Great forests of ocean kelp were found in a recent study to be between 4 and 11-times more productive than the most productive crops grown today like wheat, corn, and rice.

On land, the fastest growth rates occur in the tropics, but in the ocean, the most productive ecosystems are found in the temperate zones, where cool, nutrient-rich waters create forests of golden, bull, and bamboo kelp that can grow 100 feet tall (35 meters).

This was the result of a global diving survey organized by the University of Western Australia, during which they found the most productive sea forests outgrow even the mighty Amazon Rainforest.

These most productive forests came from South Australia and South Africa, where can be found the Great Southern Reef and the Great African Sea Forest, respectively.

The Great African Sea Forest is believed to be expanding in size, unlike many other mega undersea habitats. Made up of bamboo kelp and containing huge amounts of biodiversity, it stretches over 400 miles from Cape Town’s waters to Namibia’s, nourished by an Antarctic current known as the “Benguela upwelling.”

The Great Southern Reef in Australia is fringed by a golden kelp forest stretching 5,000 miles across the continent’s coast. Next to the golden kelp, bull kelp can grow at a rate of 14 centimeters per day.

“On land, we can use satellites to measure tree growth, but underwater things are much more complicated as most satellites cannot make measurements at the depths kelp forests are found,” Dr. Albert Pessarrodona from the university’s Oceans Institute and School of Biological Sciences, told the Sydney Morning Herald.

To get around this fact, divers around the world compiled productivity reports on kelp forests, which were then compared and analyzed for nutrient levels, sun penetration, and wave exposure.

The findings were that tropical forests were not the most productive and that those from the temperate zones contain kelps that can grow 11-times faster than wheat, corn, or rice.

This mass natural production aids in the world’s food security, the authors found, and nowhere is this more demonstrated than in Indonesia. The aquaculture of their seaweed forests creates products as varied as bioplastics alongside ice cream.

As well as assisting in human flourishing, these forests play a critical role in the global carbon cycle by absorbing carbon dioxide from the atmosphere. Much like their productivity is much higher than their terrestrial counterparts, the rate at which they absorb CO2 has been measured to be 30x faster than trees on the land.

Scientists from the non-profit Great Southern Reef estimate that if just 0.001% of the ocean’s surface was cultivated with these productive forests, it would offset the emissions of the entire global aquaculture industry.

The good news here is hope for the continued renewal of the Earth. Today’s JohnKu talks about carbon emissions. I hope you have a great weekend.

Air contains a lot:

Carbon, oxygen, and dirt . . .

Our goal: clean it up.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy Discover Fall

September 22, 2022September 21, 2022 ~ John W. Howell ~ 125 Comments

“What the heck?”

“These are acorns, Little one. They fell from the neighbor’s oak.”

“I remember these from last year. I tried to eat one. Boy, are they bitter.”

“These are not for eating. They are seeds that, if planted, will grow a new tree.”

“They don’t smell like seeds.”

“How do you know what seeds smell like?”

“Dad dropped a bunch of sunflower seeds in the kitchen once. Now there’s a smell.”

“You get any?”

“Nah. He ran around like a chicken and got them all before I could.”

“He was worried that they may not be good for you.”

“I think you’re right. This is just the start of millions of those acorn things. Then the pesky squirrel will come into the yard.”

“You like chasing him, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but he is too fast. Why do we need fall anyway?”

“Well, fall brings acorns. Then the squirrel. Then leaves. All interesting things to entertain us.”

“Yeah, and don’t forget the leaf blower.”

“I try not to think about that.”

“I guess we need to have things change so that we stay on our toes.”

“A perfect way to look at it, Little One.”

“Good thing kibble doesn’t change. Not sure how I would handle that.”

“I don’t think you have to worry. I saw a Chewy box in the hall.”

“Good ole Chewy.”

Guest – Staci Troilo Discusses The Haunting of Chatham Hollow #newbook

September 21, 2022September 13, 2022 ~ John W. Howell ~ 101 Comments

I am so pleased to be hosting a fellow Story Empire author today. Staci is here to talk about the book she and Mae Clair have collaborated on that I’m sure you will enjoy. I’m certain of this because Staci and Mae are two of the most talented writers around. So Staci welcome to Fiction Favorites.

Ciao, amici! John, thanks for hosting me today. I’m so happy to be here and so excited to tell you and your readers about The Haunting of Chatham Hollow, a dual-timeline novel I co-wrote with talented author, Story Empire colleague, and long-time friend Mae Clair. This was the first either of us attempted a collaboration, and I have to say, it went beautifully. So well, in fact, I think both of us would be up for a second project sometime in the future.

But now isn’t the time to look forward. It’s time to look into the past. More specifically, 1793 and 1888, the historical periods in the novel. And to the present, where the rest of the mystery unfolds. This story encompasses ghosts, curses, missing treasure, arson, and murder, with a cast of characters whose descendants cross paths continuously throughout the ages. Our short tour will introduce you to a few of the major players via a discussion between one of them and a medium.

Today’s post takes place in the present. The psychic is Julia Hale, a resident of Chatham Hollow and a descendant of famous spiritualist Victor Rowe. The character she’ll be speaking with is Rebekah Fetzinger, founder of the RebelZ fashion label, owner of The Chic Boutique, and head of Chatham Hollow’s Chamber of Commerce.

Without further ado…

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Julia: (knocking on office door) Hello? Ms. Fetzinger? Your assistant said you were expecting me.

Rebekah: Ten minutes ago. Come in. Close the door behind you.

Julia: (approaching the desk) I was surprised you wanted to meet. And a little put out that you couldn’t come to my house.

Rebekah: I’m a busy woman, Julia.

Julia: As am I.

Rebekah: (scowling) Maybe this was a bad idea.

Julia: (dropping into a chair across from Rebekah) I’m here now. What can I do for you?

Rebekah: What can you tell me about the upcoming séance reenactment?

Julia: Nothing more than I’ve already told the town council. You were there.

Rebekah: (drumming her nails on her desk) Yes, I know I was there, and I know what you said. What I want to know is what you didn’t say.

Julia: Is there something specific you’re fishing for? I believe my comments to the council were thorough.

Rebekah: Are you really able to make contact with Ward Chatham?

Julia: (pauses, considers, sighs) There will be a lot of power in the circle that night. I believe we have a better than average chance of breaching the Veil.

Rebekah: You choose your words carefully. Why?

Julia: You ask a lot of questions. Why?

Rebekah: (sighs) And now you’re being evasive. Very well. I can respect both tactics. Tell me, will we learn where the treasure is?

Julia: I couldn’t begin to guess. I can’t even guarantee we’ll reach Ward Chatham. Or any other spirit.

Rebekah: So, we might connect with someone else?

Julia: It’s possible.

Rebekah: Would… thinking about someone bring them forth?

Julia: Spirit circles aren’t to be trifled with, Ms. Fetzinger. I must ask you to follow my instructions to the letter at the séance. If there’s someone else you’d like to reach, I’ll conduct a private sitting with you.

Rebekah: (stops drumming her nails; leans across desk) So, Aiden has been digging into my past. What has he told you?

Julia: About what?

Rebekah: Why are you being so difficult, Julia?

Julia: Me?

Rebekah: (points at the door while looking at her desk) I have work to do. Just go.

Julia: Do you want me to ask Aiden about—

Rebekah: No! Get out!

Julia: (rises; walks toward door) With pleasure.

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Blurb:

One founding father.
One deathbed curse.
A town haunted for generations.

Ward Chatham, founder of Chatham Hollow, is infamous for two things—hidden treasure and a curse upon anyone bold enough to seek it. Since his passing in 1793, no one has discovered his riches, though his legend has only grown stronger.

In 1888, charlatan Benedict Fletcher holds a séance to determine the location of Chatham’s fortune. It’s all a hoax so he can search for the gold, but he doesn’t count on two things—Victor Rowe, a true spiritualist who sees through his ruse, and Chatham’s ghost wreaking havoc on the town.

More than a century later, the citizens of the Hollow gather for the annual Founder’s Day celebration. A paranormal research team intends to film a special at Chatham Manor, where the original séance will be reenacted. Reporter and skeptic Aiden Hale resents being assigned the story, but even he can’t deny the sudden outbreak of strange happenings. When he sets out to discover who or what is threatening the Hollow—supernatural or not— his investigation uncovers decades-old conflicts, bitter rivalries, and ruthless murders.

This time, solving the mystery isn’t about meeting his deadline. It’s about not ending up dead.

PURCHASE LINK

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Thanks again, John, for hosting me today. I hope this little exchange gives you and your followers a bit more insight into Rebekah Fetzinger, successful business owner with a… let’s call it a colorful reputation. I hope you’ll all consider reading the story to uncover her secrets. The answer to her mystery, and many more, can be found in The Haunting of Chatham Hollow. Mae and I truly appreciate your support. Grazie!

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Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #378 by Keith Channing

September 20, 2022September 19, 2022 ~ John W. Howell ~ 68 Comments

In Keith’s words.

“Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put your offering (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before Sunday evening UK time. If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next time.”

The photo