Copper Wire
Emerald Tales' supplemental stories and poems and other bits of interest.
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February 27, 2010
Faegotten
Leprechaun
by Jude Tulli
Episode Five in the Faegotten series. The wish-fulfilling fairy has been demoted to a leprechaun and takes us on a journey over the rainbow.
To read this short story click here.
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February 17, 2010
The Purification of a Love-Struck Groundhog Suffering From Cain Fever at Mardi Gras
This was the writing challenge prompt that I gave my blog followers. Anyone who wrote a story about the purification of a love-struck groundhog suffering from cabin fever at Mardi Gras and submitted it to me by January 1, 2010 was guaranteed publication here in Copper Wire.
Four people took me up on the challenge.
Here are their stories:
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Plush
by Damien Walters Grintalis
To read this short story click here.
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Frank
by Raymond Koonce
To read this short story click here.
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The Purification of Billy the Groundhog
by Jack Linus
To read this short story click here.
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In Pursuit of Lady Marmalade
by L. A. Witt
To read this short story click here.
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January 24, 2010
Faegotten
Tooth
by Jude Tulli
Episode Four in the Faegotten series. After training with the Tooth Fairy, the wish-fulfilling fairy pays us a visit in the dentist's office.
To read this short story click here.
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December 22, 2009
Faegotten
Sugar-Plum
by Jude Tulli
Episode Three in the Faegotten series. The wish-fulfilling fairy tries to dance like a Sugar-Plum fairy then takes us on a journey to her world.
To read this short story click here.
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December 1, 2009
Supplemental poems to Emerald Tales Winter Solstice Edition
Red Sled
by
Gary Bloom
Taking my red sled down the
Minnesota hill not able to steer this
Thing worth a darn it actually
Has a so-called steering wheel
As if that's going to work
What kinda deal is this
Anyway I sled down the fresh blue
Tinted virgin snow so young
And thoughtless and not caring
About anything in my way
The skiers scramble
The children scream
As I come sledding down
The Minnesota snow
So fresh so new
So many many years ago.
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Winter's Ode
"Dedicated to Shasta"
by
Misty Posey
I gaze out the window,
Look down to the ground.
Another day passes,
With skies of winter clouds.
Falling once more,
Are rain’s icy, flurry friends.
They’re all the eye sees,
When looking up again and again.
Pine cones, tall trees, hills covered with snow and ice,
They all hide within
The misty atmosphere of whites
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November 22, 2009
Faegotten
Godmother
by Jude Tulli
Episode Two in the Faegotten series. The wish-fulfilling fairy takes a turn as a fairy Godmother.
To read this short story click here.
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November 11, 2009
Special Contribution
Blood Wedding
by Stephanie Hamrick
An epistolatory short story about a young woman in Mexico and her encounter with La Llorona.
To read this short story click here.
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October 22, 2009
New Serial Story!
Faegotten
Wish
by Jude Tulli
The wish-fulfilling fairy pays us a visit and will grant your heart's desire, but there are conditions.
To read this short story click here.
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October 10, 2009
Special Contributions
Soap and Bother or the World
by Bryant Alexander
A prophecy sends a young man to the laundry room of the castle.
To read this short story click here.
Lado and the Butterfly
by Raymond Koonce
A farmer encounters a giant butterfly.
To read this short story click here.
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October 1, 2009
Emerald Tales - Masks or Appearances Can Be Deceiving
Inside I Cry
by Lauren McBride
Inside it is raining:
big drops dampen all I do
like a blue Monday.
In silence I weep
as I hide
my sorrows inside.
But the sun must shine
and so I smile
for all to see.
They look at me
and I am happy -
for them.
Inside I cry,
but I don't complain.
For the world I smile.
copyright 2009 Lauren McBride
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Make Butter
by Karen Dent
An Imp visits a woman on the brink of divorce.
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Maria's Masquerade
by Darrell Lindsey
Though she has tried to stare down old dawns,
find a beautiful fate
in the skyscraper city
with the new husband her parents adore,
it's apparent that memories
of another's embrace
still flash like meteors
above a graveyard.
She may not let grief throb as much
in her words these days,
but I still see it in the eyes
behind her fragile mask,
in the plastic smile
worn at those formal functions
where even the best wine lies, goes flat.
She is only herself anymore
when her husband is out of town
and she can open a shoebox
full of her first love's letters,
silently read
well past midnight
what her heart has already memorized.
Copyright Darrell Lindsey
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Consummation
by Grace Galton
He rested his head against her warm side, breathing in her scent. His fingers explored her body, as if for the first time. During his long absence, he had dreamt only of this moment.
Squeezing gently, Jack smiled at the soft sound as Daisy's warm milk squirted into the bucket.
Copyright 2009 Grace Galton
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Old Lace or Arsenic?
by Guy Belleranti
When she offered him tea and pastries
The detective hem and hawed in his seat.
He was hungry, no doubt about that,
But would her refreshments be safe to eat?
He studied the woman carefully.
Sweet smile, arthritic fingers and hips.
No way was she the mad poisoner!
He chuckled and lifted food to his lips.
Copyright Guy Belleranti
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The Hemingway Reader
by M. J. Jones
A well-read assassin goes on a camping trip.
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The Widow
by John Hayes
Gentle sounds
float across the fields
whisper in her ears
wake her from her doze.
She shakes tingles from her arm
lifts binoculars to her eyes.
In the distant view, a male goat
dances on his hind legs
to the music of a zither
rays glisten on his polished horns.
On break, the workers spoon gruel
accepting of the food and dance.
The music stops
the goat returns to graze.
The foreman snaps his snake whip
workers hasten to their tasks
Mare saddled
she rides across the fields
workers sweat beneath a torrid sun
she tosses a coin between
two random chosen proles.
Battle over, the winner pockets the coin.
The snake whip splits dust laden air
and work resumes.
Inspection finished
she rides to her husband's grave,
removes blue pansies from her saddlebag
drops them on his grave
to wilt in summer heat,
spits on his headstone
"I never believed your lies."
She returns to her veranda
sips cool lemonade.
Her lover's late.
She reaches for her embroidery.
Copyright John Hayes
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Emerald Tales - Follow the Butterflies
"The Special Friend" by Heather Gregson
To read this story click here.
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