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I estimate that by the time my yard is covered with real grass, the ozone layer will have disappeared and life on Earth will cease to exist. As it stands, my yard is covered with a lush, green carpet of… READ MORE
Weeks ago I told you that on our previous visit to the Bahamas we had skipped out on a $2 debt for a loaf of bread. I theorized Flossy, our resort manager at the time, was sticking pins in a… READ MORE
The sadists I work with on the wired desk have a game they play from June 1 to Nov. 30. They know I am fascinated by hurricanes. They see my tracking charts featuring the scribbled admonition that he who steals… READ MORE
As Rosanne Rosannadanna said many times, I thought I was gonna die. The alarm clock ticked off the remaining moments of my peace and then it buzzed; my second thought – the first being that I had passed away in… READ MORE
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To watch Mom iron is to watch a carpenter join pieces of wood into something that ill be handed down, parent to child, for generations. It is watching an artist imbue blank canvas with timelessness. It is watching a craftsman… READ MORE
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I opened into my personal computer file the other day and there, at the top of the list, was a short story with a message especially for me written above it. The message read: “Good news, Del.” A little farther… READ MORE
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We will warn you for the 3,418th time this year that the dreaded Asian cockroach is raping and pillaging its way up the Florida peninsula and will arrive in YOUR home precisely three minutes after you read this, because that… READ MORE
This photo, taken Dec. 10, 1967, shows the path of a tornado through the Belaire Subdivision of Fort Walton Beach. Our house is at the bottom, slightly left of center.
I wrote this essay on March 25, 1972, which would have made me 16 years old at the time. TORNADO! We, being myself, my parents, my younger sister and at the time, my older sister, live in the town of… READ MORE
Note: I wrote the following piece when I was 16 years old. It is an everyday Saturday morning. You have just finished drinking your coffee and reading the paper, and you are now watching a television program for a few… READ MORE
About the author: Del Stone Jr. is a professional fiction writer. He is known primarily for his work in the contemporary dark fiction field, but has also published science fiction and contemporary fantasy. Stone’s stories, poetry and scripts have appeared… READ MORE