M.J. Downing. Part One. Of all the heroic line of the Took family, little has been said of Old Gerontius’ son Hildifons. Among Gerontius’ heirs, it is said that Hildifons, known simply as Dark Hilds by his family and few friends, was the closest in stature, manner, and mood to Bandobras, “the Bullroarer.” Hilds grew... Continue Reading →
“The Withywindle Wight: A Shire Story.”
M.J. Downing Plain hobbit-sense, really, freed daily life in the Shire and its environs, especially in Bilbo’s day, from the threat of evils that had plagued Eriador for many centuries. Working a craft or service, farming the land, brewing ale and such simple tasks were the occupations of this little people, time out of mind. ... Continue Reading →
“Tramping in the Shire:” My First Foray in Tolkien Fan Fiction.
“Tramping in The Shire.” M.J. Downing. Bilbo looked up at the high clouds, blown over the Shire from the West, seeing things that Frodo could not. “Where do the years go, Frodo, when they leave us? I’m sure that they’re out there somewhere, aren’t they? I remember them all, those days when I lived,... Continue Reading →
Department Zed Case Histories, #1: “The Limehouse Shadow.”
M.J. Downing 22 November, 1890. Our actions of 1888 have been largely detailed in The Case of the UnDead Client, in addition to numerous other cases, which I chronicled as Holmes’s “Boswell.” However, Client, like many of my penned efforts, is just one of many that are to remain unpublished, for a variety of... Continue Reading →
Just another futuristic, old-timey Christmas Story.
“The Last Old Man: A Christmas Story” M.J. Downing “The Oxen” Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock."Now they are all on their knees,"An elder said as we sat in a flockBy the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creatures whereThey dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it occur to one of... Continue Reading →
“Thunder Claus: A Christmas Story.”
M.J. Downing Addy Stuart didn’t like Christmas any more than she liked missing a day of school. Her Dad, though, really needed her help filling out job applications, and she really wanted him to get the maintenance job at the mall. However, missing a day of school meant missing out on end of the semester... Continue Reading →
“Brothers, A Halloween Tale.”
By M.J. Downing Denny Crandell, my classmate Robbie’s odd fraternal twin, showed up at my door on Duncan Avenue after six o’clock one evening just before Halloween, 1968. My friend Tim Rogers and I had been listening to WAKY on my transistor radio and reading comics in my room when the doorbell rang, and Dad, who’s... Continue Reading →
“Andrew Skolnick’s Miracle, Part Five:” A repost after being lost in the website update.
They ran to Marty’s old Nova, which sat alone in front of Our Mother of Sorrows church, but no cadre of police, security guards, and irate staff followed them out of the hospital. Drew’s thoughts were reeling, though he had Kyle’s voice to calm him down. Marty had only the impression that something horrible had happened... Continue Reading →
“Andrew Skolnick’s Miracle:” A reposted item, lost in the website update!
M.J. Downing. Part One. “Line of Scrimmage.” Drew kept his head down, waiting for the snap of the ball that would pull him from his left guard position, around the left end on a sweep. He’d lead the way for Kyle Jensen, his best friend, and tailback. Drew would mow down the first guy from... Continue Reading →
“Andrew Skolnick’s Miracle,” Part 10: “Dreamtime.”
M.J. Downing Drew fought to remember a time in his life when he was light. He’d been the heavy kid since before he could remember, and when he started his long, slow journey with the weights in his garage, he’d only gotten heavier. And, at that, he wasn’t slow. Football had taught him to move. His... Continue Reading →