“Finn, Tom, and Albert and the Shadow Man.”
M.J. Downing Sometimes, when Halloween comes and the barriers between the worlds grows thinner, we get caught up in the changes, in the colder air, the falling leaves, in how those around us just aren’t like they used to be. It’s hard to see the changes in ourselves, too. Ghosts and monsters become just…
“Ray Grider’s Communion.”
M.J. Downing Some time ago, now, Ray Grider sat at the front of his cardboard castle in the quiet alley behind the shoe repair shop, wondering of Mr. French, the owner, would bring him a meal tonight, not that he wanted one. His hunger faded after the diagnosis given him by young doctor, earlier that…
Origin Story
M.J. Downing Ed came in from work, grabbed a cup of coffee and the paper, and sagged down on the sofa. His small, brown-haired son played on the floor with quiet energy, doing something with his little trucks and cars, making them follow the circles in the rag rug. Ed patted him on the head…
“The Holly Witch.”
M.J. Downing [Please note that the action here begins immediately following a previous story call “Obits,” found on this website. MJ] “Tom?” Albert asked as they cleaned up from the Halloween party. “How come nothing happened to you, you know, when we first went to the Stanzic house?” “What do you mean, nothing happened to…
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About the author
M.J. Downing is a native of Louisville, Kentucky. Born in Shively in the spring of 1954, he was raised in Okolona. He lived in the Highlands for twenty years before marrying his wife, Amy, and moving to Valley Station. He has friends and relations in all parts of Louisville, beyond those just mentioned. He and Amy are members of St. Paul United Methodist Church and are active in its ministries.
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