Do you like hedgehogs? I love hedgehogs so much that when I was a kid I invented an imaginary family of hedgehogs that lived in my back garden in my family home in Barking (an East London borough).
So when Theodore Ashford asked on Facebook for a subject to write a haiku on I chose the hedgehog. Here is the awesome result (and look forward to a new book of haiku coming soon from Theo.)
By Theodore Ashford
Here’s a true hero–
The hedgehog keeps himself safe
But still remains cute
Check out more of Theodore Ashford’s poems on Amazon.
Happy Friday! Today we highlight my book of flash fiction, poetry, and general silliness that is now available everywhere and in every format (well not skywriting yet, but almost all formats.)
Check it out and check out my sparkly new page at Pronoun.
“Charming, Quirky and Original”
Meet a cat called Cecilia, a disgruntled android named Doris, and a weasel called Popgoes and discover that with enough Tea and Dark Chocolate you can achieve anything.
A Collection of Flash Fiction and Poetry from the author of P.A.W.S.
Tea & Dark Chocolate is now available everywhere via Pronoun.
Pick up your copy at:
Book also available in paperback and audio.
And remember —
Hi everyone I’m excited to announce that I’m part of a group of awesome local authors who got together to produce this anthology of fantasy and paranormal tales. My story in this collection is my werecat tale, Griddlebone, which ties in with book 3 of the P.A.W.S. Saga, Umbrae.
You can also read cool stories by Brad R. Cook, Jennifer Stolzer, Donald R. Van Stockum Jr., and Ryan Patrick Freeman.
And the best news this anthology is FREE to download. So pick up your PDF copy today and dive into some new worlds. You never know you might just find your next new favorite author.
A little dark micro fiction for you today. What do you think happened next?
I gazed at the words on the billboard. I had driven all through the night to get to this point. Now I slowed the car and stopped. I joined the lines of others waiting. For what, we did not know.
Happy Chanukah folks. This Friday I’m sharing a little drabble I wrote for Facebook’s Fiction Writer’s Group’s annual holiday drabble collection. You can pick up the full collection on Amazon for just 99 cents.
First a little about Moshe Zeikel. Moishe was in P.A.W.S., but was never given a name. He is the kindly old man who takes in Max and Celia when they first land in New York. Of course he thinks they are just cats that stowed onto the ship to America. So here is a scene from Max and Celia’s first Chanukah in America.
By Debbie Manber Kupfer
Moshe Zeikel sat by the window in his one room apartment on Essex Street and waited for the sun to set. As it descended he took the blue shammas candle from its holder in the center of the menorah, lit it, and recited the prayer.
The two cats sat close by watching. The brown tabby looked over at the grey silky one with the green eyes. He put his paw on hers as they observed the old man light the Chanukah candles. They were home, he thought. Home and safe. It was time for a whole new adventure to begin.
The holidays are just around the corner. Here’s a little tale written by me and my daughter Ronni. Enjoy!
The Reindeer Games
By Debbie Manber Kupfer and Ronni Kupfer
Rudolf crouched behind the igloo waiting for his chance. He could see Blitzen in the distance on the other side of the snow bank. She was the last. Dasher and Prancer had been easy pickings. Vixen had taken longer. He had one poisonous dart left hidden in the recesses of his red, red, nose. Blitzen edged out and now Rudolf had a perfect line of sight. Pow, he sent the poison dart. It hit its target and Blitzen fell to the ground. The Reindeer Games were over. Rudolf was the Victor and he would get to guide Santa’s sleigh tonight!
Read more short fiction in Tea & Dark Chocolate, the perfect collection for the holidays.
Eight days out – I have successfully infiltrated the human’s living quarters and have made a discovery. The humans come and go, and yet I am forbidden to leave. I can smell the outside through the crack of fresh air in the open window.
I can smell freedom . . .
The humans put me in a cage yesterday. I yowled, but they did nothing. They transported me to some sort of medical facility. There I saw a strange furry black creature with long stretched-out ears. I made contact. I believe that with ears of that length she would make a perfect spy for our organization.
It is obvious to me now that the humans are jealous of our greater intelligence. This is why they have imprisoned us. The one they call Fluffy has been restless of late. He is careless in the toilet facility and I have had to finish his work.
The food here is minimal as you would expect from a maximum security facility. Our human guards’ food is tantalizing. Fluffy begs for scraps. I will not bow that low. Instead I wait until the humans are sleeping and see what I can scavenge. The large receptacle in the humans’ eating quarters often holds some tantalizing morsels and it pleases me to watch the humans clean up the results of my night-time raids. They glare at me as they clean, but they cannot be sure it is not Fluffy’s work and I continue grooming my fur as I watch and learn.
This is Whiskers signing out – I believe it is time for my nap.