Howlietzer Publishing

Tag: young adults fiction

  • Friday Fictioneer: 12/28/12

    coffee(Copyright Jean L. Hays)

    I love early morning coffee, and 708 Fulton Cafe is my favorite stop.

    They roast all their beans in house. No pre-made bags, every cup expertly made, and roasted to order.

    My favorite? The light roast for a smooth, mellow taste that eases me to pleasant, zen-like alertness.

    My problem? My favorite barista left for a corporate job at Starbucks. I can’t blame her. She had a degree and finding a higher salary is rare.

    The new barista is still learning, but I’m impatient. She can’t get the flavor right, and I wonder just how much longer I can hold in my dissatisfaction.

  • Son of Santa

    Eric, the miracle child of the Claus’s, in the tradition of his father, slung a brown leather sack over his shoulder, pulled on his Elven snow boots and set out to visit his friend Cready in his little cottage in the Elven suburb of Spotted Elephant.

    The North Pole had several Elven suburbs that surrounded Castle Christmas, the home and workshop of Santa Claus, and Spotted Elephant was one of the largest. Cready, Eric’s friend, had left the long tradition of toy making to become a doctor, much like his great uncle Hermy, who went on to become a dentist.

    His family didn’t understand at first, but just as a dentist became necessary, a doctor did as well, as Eric learned all to well on their many great adventures. And many other Elves followed suit, opening shops, boutiques and doing other odds and ends for Santa and all the other citizens of the North Pole.

    Today, on Christmas, however, Eric was visiting Cready for a simple Christmas party. All their intimate friends would be there, since Cready wasn’t fond of large gatherings.

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  • The Master

    Friday Fictioneers 12/21/12

    Photo- copyright Scott L. Vannatter

    cat

    This dinner gives me pause… Don’t giggle! I know you think it’s funny, but this is ridiculous! Your will is not yours now. You gave that up the moment you took me home. When I told you I wanted turkey tonight, I meant 6:00 sharp! Not 6:30, which you’ve begun to get in the habit of, but 6:00 pm.

    Where have you been all day? My bidding has yet to be done. I left a list on my bed (which I graciously let you use), and I seriously doubt you’ll be able to get it all done before your morning duties. Now cook that bird!

  • Empathy

    Friday Fictioneer 12/14/12

    Photo- copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy

    facebook

    My kids got me a laptop for Christmas last year and I haven’t really had too many problems until I got my Facebook page. It’s really a neat idea. I can connect with old friends, but I can also get horrible viruses.

    I opened up a message from someone I don’t know. Not sure who it was, and curiosity getting the better of me, I opened it. It was a cute message about love… But then it got strange.

    My heart was overcome with emotion. I felt everything. Have you ever felt the pain of the entire planet? It’s debilitating.

  • The Witch Doctor: Part 1

    Lance McElroy trudged to his car. He never felt so humiliated in all his life. The girl of his dreams, his boss, Talia Roberts, was engaged… to his best friend Paul no less. Sure they had been dating for three years, but they fought everyday. That couldn’t be good for a relationship, right?

    Lance really didn’t know. He had never had a real relationship before. The closest thing he had to a relationship was the made up ones he created when jerking off at 10 pm.

    He didn’t know why he did it; it started when he was younger. He couldn’t talk to girls so it was easier to create a phony relationships, clean up and go to bed. Do people in love fight?

    Lance spotted his car on the 2nd floor of a nearly empty parking garage. The December air gripped his knuckles as he held on to his attache case, its handle chilled as he switched hands to dig into his long, wool coat’s right pocket for his keys. With a quick movement, he pulled them and inserted the key into hole. Click. Opening the door, he gently set his case on the passenger seat and ducked into his lowly, old car.

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