Pray for your Soul
He was a jolly, round little man with a cherry red face and a button for a nose. He sat every day in the front window with a bottle of whiskey at his side...| American Folklore
Writers have their quirks — and sometimes, their writing tools have a few of their own, I know my computer does. But back in the ‘old days’ I used a typewriter. In this playful Halloween poem, I imagine what might happen if an old typewriter refused to rest in peace. Whether you’re a poet, novelist, […]| Jack Ronald Cotner
Every October, when the nights grow longer and the wind whispers through the trees, readers everywhere turn to stories that tingle the spine and stir the imagination. Halloween isn’t just a night of costumes and candy — it’s a season of storytelling. The best Halloween tales don’t just frighten us; they remind us of wonder, […]| Jack Ronald Cotner
He was a jolly, round little man with a cherry red face and a button for a nose. He sat every day in the front window with a bottle of whiskey at his side...| American Folklore
Polly was the sweetest, prettiest girl in Goldsboro, yes sir. All the local boys were chasing her, and quite a number of the fellows from the surrounding countryside were too. All the girls were jealous of Polly ‘cause they didn’t have no sweethearts to take them to the local dances. They all wanted Polly to choose her man so things could go back to normal. But Polly was picky. None of the local boys suited her, and neither did the fellows from the back country. The post The Handshake fir...| American Folklore
I found it extremely annoying that one of the bathrooms on my dorm was permanently closed. Especially since the cause was an urban legend. An urban legend, I tell you! The post Bleeding Sink first appeared on American Folklore.| American Folklore
She climbed the sand dune swiftly, giggling nervously at her daring, as the soft mist of an early evening fog swirled around her. Around her, her friends were scrambling their way through the sand and long grass, heading steadily upward toward the haunted lighthouse on the summit. The post Muriel first appeared on American Folklore.| American Folklore
